⚠️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!

[UPDATES DROP TUESDAY/WEDNESDAY, NOT WEEKLY] Being the sole inhabitant of Purgatory is, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. You get to meet a lot of people, fun little characters with all their individual quirks and kinks but they never stay so there was no point in letting yourself be too close with any of them. All of them had places to go and your role in their short stay would only be limited to documenting them and giving them a small pep talk before sending them to their door. They won't remember you and you wouldn't need to remember them. A boring but straightforward way of living. At least it was as simple as that. Imagine your surprise when Lucifer - after so long - barges into your little office, asking you to be a patron of a hotel in his kingdom for the sake of his child. Offering you a brief respite from your monotonous routine and unbeknownst to you, an upheaval from everything you were ever used to. [Reader uses They/Them] [This story may contain spoilers from the Hazbin Hotel series, biblical stances, and inappropriate behavior. This story does not intend to encourage any acts of violence!] [VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!]

So a 12-year-old gets into Hell(That's you). I'll make this as genderbent as I possibly can. I do not own Hazbin Hotel or any of its characters. They belong to Vivziepop. And I do not own you.

((Non-Canon. Somewhat anyway. I'm not 100% sure of everything that is canon, so things will probably stray a little due to that. I am aware that Alastor is Ace, but in this, he is demisexual. This story begins after the end of season 1. I apologise if I portray characters wrongly, but this is a fanfiction. It's not going to be 100% correct. I hope that you enjoy it anyway. I'm quite new to writing fanfictions.)) ((Update: This was done before Season 2 was released and so will not follow the shows events accurately. Think of it as an AU)) Dahlia Novio lived quite a sad and shitty life. Often beaten by her family when they were bored or angry, she spent her time living in a windowless, damp basement. One day, the beating was too much, and she snapped. She retaliated and, in doing so, killed her whole family; however, the family dogs, who were ex-military dogs, broke into the house at the smell of blood and attacked her. She died from the wounds they inflicted on her, and she, of course, fell to hell. Now, Dahlia has to figure out how to survive the harshness of hell and keep herself safe while also learning about her new form. She does, thankfully, hear about a safe place for sinners. But something about her catches a particular demon's gaze.

The newly rebuilt Hazbin Hotel gleamed like a crimson-trimmed castle, sunlight streaming through tall stained-glass windows onto polished floors. Charlie bustled across the grand lobby, humming as the patrons went about their usual chaos Angel Dust filing his nails, Husk wiping glasses, Lucifer pretending to read by the piano. Then she froze mid-step, her eyes brightening as inspiration struck. "I've got it!" she squealed, startling everyone. With a grin as wide as her idea, she announced, "Let's hold a Talent Show right here in our new castle-sized lobby!" Her words rippled through the room, turning an ordinary afternoon into the start of something unexpected.

"Each life converges to some centre. Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature. A goal" -- Emily Dickinson This book centres on the beggining of creation, until eons later, it resumes Eons of experiences you, reader, will go through, since God's first days, until the creation of The Hazbin Hotel. ⚠️Warnings⚠️ - I do NOT own Hazbin Hotel, it belongs to its righful and amazing creator Vivziepop a.k.a. Vivienne Medrano and her crew. The only thing I own is the Reader's design, and part of the plot. - English isn't my first language, so this book will have grammar and spelling mistakes. - This book will touch triggering topics for sensitive audience, such as; Gore, wrong biblical facts, +18 themes, strong language, representation of hell/heaven, obssesive behaviour, toxic relationships, etc. - This is one of my firsts books, so there will be writing mistakes. - This is a Yandere HH x Male Reader book, it will be only male reader, and the love interests will probably only one-sided, until the end of the Booker, in which I'll make an ending with each Love interest - There will be probably fanart and designs or characters that belong to other artists/creators, if you see one, please refrain of assuming I am stealing, i do not wish to use their creations to be famous, just to continue the plot of my book, all the credits of their creations will go for them. -If you want to use the idea of the plot of my book, please ask first, so there'll be no misunderstandings. ⚠️Please be warned⚠️

Exactly what the title says. And this is an Angel Dust X Male Reader Story I OWN NOTHING! All Hazbin Hotel charcaters beloing to Vivziepop on Youtube

What happens to the team after their villain is defeated? They take their own separate ways. Will they ever meet again?

What If someone stayed behind? what if we got to see what happened during and after the Hour Of Joy? this story is loosely based on the game itself but with the critters and a Janitor. You're a lowly guy. the basic stuff: gamer, lazy, no girlfriend, no life, still living with his parents. you're so desperate for a job you take the job by pretty much begging the staff at the Poppy Playtime factory to clean what nobody else would.

You have lived in the dark lands since your beginning. the surface was too warm and the cold in this place is perfect. Barely anyone lives here well used to. Gunmar entered through a portal about 100s of years ago. The two of you stayed out of each other's way for the most part. But something woke you up something small and smelled of flesh? Trollhunters x warden reader