It was a tense night in hell, there was something wrong. Everyone knew it, but they didn't know where it was coming from. What could possibly be causing all of hell to be so jumpy? So, afraid. They finally got there answers when a certain someone arrived in hell, you. You were the cause of all their fear. Why? Read to find out~ (I don't own Hazbin Hotel.)

⚠️WARNING⚠️: This story was written and published before the first season was fully released! Details and revelations after the pilot episode were not known and this book is based on information known prior to the announcement of S1. ~~~ In your mortal life you were the well known Voodoo Queen of New Orleans during the 20s. You didn't exactly have a side when it came to good and bad... working with dark voodoo and occasionally helping the police, a deal with poor souls here and there, you were pretty neutral. But now you were in hell, known as the Voodoo Queen overlord, fancy title, you had to admit... However your stance on good and bad did stay the same, you didn't kill for territory, you only did what you had to to keep your title and that was that. ~~~ All characters belong to Vivziepop! Y/n belongs to you! If any characters are mine I will say so!

In 1924, (Y/N) worked as a seamstress for the nobles. Tailoring dresses to make a living. Everything was normal, until a strange smiling man came into her shop. Read more to find out

Warning, this fan fiction will have harsh language, heavy topics, and mental illness and adult content. Viewer discretion is advised.