"You must be her." The gentleman in the center said. His already present smile widening into a toothy grin as he tipped his hat to you. "Enchantée." You recognized his voice as the man who had been doing most of the talking. "Who are you?" You choked out. "You may call me Alastor." He answered simply. "You're going to be coming with us, alright?" "I'm not going anywhere." You said with a sharp tongue and narrowed eyes. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter." The man sighed. Leather gloved hands brushed back a strand of his hair out of the way of his eyes. Looking over to the taller, more silent fellows of the trio before you he lowered his tone. "Get her in the car. Make sure no one outside is around to see." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is not your typical Alastor fic, in the sense that in this story he's also a mob boss and not just a radio host. If you're familiar with my work this shouldn't come as too much of a shock but this is probably going to be a very dark tale, that will touch up on some serious life issues and matters that may or may not be suitable/appropriate for all settings and audiences. 18+, graphic depictions such as violence, crude language, substance use/abuse, sexual themes and content, and triggering scenarios ensue: proceed with caution. I own absolutely zero hazbin characters and I certainly don't own you the reader. (Who I write as fem, apologies in advance.)

"May I rise?" His question posed. "You may." He took your hand and placed a soft kiss upon your knuckles as a sign of respect, before standing before you. "You swear to me that you'll hold up on your end of the bargain?" "You have my word." You smiled. "Do we have a deal then, Alastor?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was 1929 when our dear beloved radio host had a close call and almost wound up in trouble. Deciding to call upon a Loa for help and assistance, he makes an egregious error and accidentally summoned a hellbound demon by the name of Y/n L/n. Deciding to take what help he can get, he takes her up when she offers him protection. (Reader is fem in this story, apologies in advance) (Disclaimer: this story contains violence, gore, crude and vulgar language. Adult themes that may be not be suitable for some audiences such as sexuality, stressful situations, substance abuse, and morbid scenes. 18+, you have been warned. Proceed with caution.)

Landing a rather unexpected stroke of luck by finding you, The Princess of Hell requests your aid for providing entertainment for her new passion project. However tension and intrigue arise when you and a certain member of the hotel staff can't seem to stay out of each other's way. (Reader is fem in this story, apologies in advance) **WARNING, depictions of violence and gore, crude language, drug and alcohol use, themes that may be triggering and sexual content that may not be suitable for all audiences.** I do not own any characters of hazbin hotel, and of course I don't own you the reader. ***Disclaimer: the demonic appearance/type has a specific description however please feel free to imagine something different or more to your liking.

After getting sacrificed in a cult during the 1930s you learn that Hell is worse, yet somehow better then you imagined it. ❗️This story will contain: crappy writing, sensitive topics, and adult content❗️ Read at your own risk. This is my first story, so don't expect much of it These characters belong to Vivziepop.