In the blazing chaos of Helluva Boss and the glittering damnation of Hazbin Hotel, a story begins not with a scream... but with a heartbeat. Many years ago, the infamous assassination crew of I.M.P - Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona - took what should have been a routine hit. Their target? A secretive human cult in the living world, obsessed with demon worship and desperate to summon something ancient... something powerful. The mission went smoothly. Explosions. Gunfire. Screams. Typical Tuesday. But in the center of a blood-stained ritual chamber, beneath flickering candles and a shattered sigil carved into stone, they found him. A baby boy. Left upon a cold altar. Wrapped only in a thin blanket. Etched into his tiny chest was a strange marking - a half-circle crowned with five jagged points, glowing faintly like embers refusing to die. Millie's heart melted before anyone could argue. Against Blitzø's better judgment (and Moxxie's twenty-three logical objections), they brought the human child back to Hell. They named him Y/N. What they didn't realize... The ritual had not been stopped. It had been interrupted. Something had answered the cult's call. And it was still inside him. Born Human. Raised Demon. Destined to be King

Y/n, our very first half human, half demon in this rare occurance, he doesn't remember much of about his past and must struggle to survive in this new world he lives in, meeting familiar demons (sinners, imps, hellhounds, overlords, and more) he seeks to remember his past self but for now he's in for it as hell's first half breed. ONGOING STORY

(y/n) a normal teenager in high school was living a pretty normal life, at least until he learns that his parents sold his soul for a crap load of money. Who told him this you might ask. Well the demon who bought it to begin with, the radio demon. Now y/n life is about to take a very chaotic turn. For better or worse.... Probably worse.... Or maybe better... You'll just have to read to find out. I do not own, hazbin hotel or helluva Boss. Also all pictures, art, music, and whatever else comes to mind, It does not belong to me (unless i say a specific one does)

Harley: So... How are we gonna do this? (Y/N): Do what exactly? Harley: Who's gonna be Top, Middle or Bottom? I mean we did it last night, but we were sloppier than a creampie, not that I didn't enjoy it, (Lowered her hand.) I'm still leakin' too Ivy: Jesus Harls we're not even a couple yet. Harley: Say's the girl who was gonna marry a limp dick, Kiteman what even was he a Villain? Superhero? I don't even know. (Y/N): Ok why don't we calm d- Ivy: Hey i'll let you know he was (She sighed.) exceptional. Harley: Look Ives, he's right, (She walked closer to Ivy.) We just have a butt ton of frustration we have to get out! (Looking at (Y/N) with a mischievous smirk.) I'll let you ride the horse first? Ivy: (Smirking at (Y/N).) You know what? since we're still in bed why not. (Y/N): (Looking up at the celling; Surprised.) Round 30 here we go. The two girls laid on top of him with Harley over Ivy, they threw the sheet over themselves and the former popped out of the blanket. Harley: (Looking at the Readers: Sarcastically.) Don't get used to this. She winked and went back under the sheets. (Y/N) and Ivy: (Confused.) Who where you talking to? Harley: Nobody... I do not own The Harley Quinn Show nor any of the characters, gifs, images, songs, nor videos.

A young male dies from an unfortunate incident and ends up in hell. Without any prior knowledge of the problems that heaven and hell is like. he has much to learn about this new life All pictures and videos belongs to their respective creators I only own the story (Hints to help you out) Y/n = your name L/n = last name F/f = favorite food H/c = hair color F/c = favorite color Reached #3 in longstory 2024