This is a Hazbin Hotel Alastor X Reader story ('cause there isn't enough of these already). All characters belong to their respected creators. ⚠️ this story will have some language ⚠️ I mean it's a Hazbin Hotel fanfic there's gunna be some language Word count- 48,984 (Y/N) was a powerful witch in her living days. Ever since she was a child she was fascinated by the art of witchcraft. She was known throughout the town as the Wild Witch, for as much as she loved her craft she also had a deep connection with the woods. Or more specifically wolves and dogs. With witchcraft often requiring blood and various human pieces, (Y/N) had no problem with hunting down fellow humans. When (Y/N) ends up in hell, she is not surprised. After all killing is a sin. (Y/N) quickly makes a title for herself in hell and becomes one of the most feared and powerful overlord hell has ever seen. But her whole life- or after life- changes when she makes a spur of the moment decision to check out the "Happy Hotel". Any songs or art used in this story belong to their respective creators unless it is stated otherwise. #1- hazbinhotel (7-26-2020) #3- alastorhazbinhotel (8-16-2020) #2- idkwhatimdoing (8-30-2020) #1- alastorxreader (8-25-2020) #1- alastorhazbinhotel (9-7-2020) #1- idkwhatimdoing (9-14-2020) #10- radiodemon (9-14-2020) #3- alastor (10-4-2020) #1- angeldust (1-1-2021 *book 2 can be found on my account*

Once, Seraphine sang in Heaven's highest choir-until desire, pride, and a voice too powerful to silence cast her into Hell. Now reborn as a fallen diva, she feeds on attention, fire, and song, trying to reclaim the light she lost. When her path collides with Alastor, the Radio Demon, sparks turn into dangerous harmony, and Hell itself begins to listen. As love, power, and rebellion intertwine, Seraphine must decide: seek redemption... or turn damnation into her greatest performance. What will she do? Hazbin Hotel and all related characters belong to Vivienne Medrano and their respective owners. This story is a fan-created work of fiction. The character Seraphine and all original elements are my own creation and are not affiliated with or endorsed by the creators of Hazbin Hotel.

Bonny's short life was hell and hell itself is hardly any different. Disillusioned, aimless, and with a murderous flame in her heart, she ekes out her existence in the shadows of Pentagram City. When a pack of hungry hellhounds is about to finish her off, Valentino, one of the most dangerous demons in the city and a powerful Overlord, unexpectedly comes to her aid. Valentino offers the confused sinner a job, but not as an actress in one of his dirty movies! Bonny is to check into the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie Morningstar's crazy rehabilitation center, and spy on the current situation for him. After a moment's hesitation, she accepts the strange offer. Reside in the royal Hazbin Hotel with a warm bed and food while playing the repentant sinner... that doesn't sound so bad, does it? But who is the "Radio Demon" she is supposed to keep an eye on and what does Valentino want from him? And does she actually want to know? Warning: This Hazbin Hotel FanFic is about betrayal and forgiveness, pride and fear, and the eternal search for a place to call "home". It contains black humor, witty dialog, dirty jokes and action, but also severe trauma, sexual abuse, patricide, deep guilt, depression, suicidal thoughts, fear of abandonment, loneliness as well as cannibalism, blood and a little gore. And there is even singing and some ear-scratching... maybe... (A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction using an OC. All rights for characters associated with Hazbin Hotel belong to Vivziepop. :) )

" My, my, I didn't know you had a gun on you, you little surprise. You really know how to handle yourself. " He chuckles softly, a smile spread across his face as he spoke. Esme gasps, " Why are you following me? " She stumbles back, pointing the gun at him, " Really? You thought my father would send me here without protection? " He scoffs and swiftly grabs the gun from her just as gracefully as he had when he was holding her close while dancing. " You're an interesting little dame, aren't you? " He chuckles, his laughter laced with mischief. He placed the chamber back in with a flick of his wrist. His gaze shifted to her as he spoke, " You might be Daddy's girl, but you don't have the gull to actually shoot. " He speaks casually. " No gull? " She repeated teasingly. She doesn't say anything, but swiftly yanks the gun away from him and nonchalantly shoots the unconscious man on the floor - square in the head. His jaw clicked as he clenched it tightly, his eyes flickered a faint crimson as his smile grew wider. " You're full of surprises, aren't you? " He pauses, " I like that. " ~ (Please be aware that strong language will be used. There will be references to substance abuse, physical abuse, assault, murder, gore, etc.) TRIGGER WARNING: This story has themes of grief, loss, domestic abuse, and more! Please pay close attention to trigger warnings throughout the story and skip with needed! (A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction using an OC. All rights for characters associated with Hazbin Hotel belong to Vivziepop. :) ) TAG RANKINGS #1 Prohibition 5/27/24 #1 Alastor Hartfelt 6/3/24 #1 Lucifer Morningstar 6/15/24 #2 Alastor Hartfelt 5/31/24 #8 Alastor (6/27/24) #1 Hazbin Hotel OC 8/10/24

Esme's melody ceases, and she checks his scar before backing away. There's a pause, " Why didn't you come for me? " She asks coldly, staring at the floor without meeting his gaze. " Excuse me? " He was very much aware of what she was referring to, but kept his composure, even though that question hurt him deeply. " Don't play coy with me, you and I both know my memory has been restored. Why didn't you come for me when you died?! Did our lives mean nothing to you? " He takes a sharp inhale and looks away, " Of course, our lives meant something to me. " Esme's eyes glow brightly and her fangs drop from her mouth in obvious anger, " Then why didn't you come for me here?! Why leave me alone all this time?! " " Why?! You really have to ask me that?! " He shouts, his eyes burning with all of hell within them. ~ **SEQUEL TO 'A Siren's Spell' Human Alastor Fanfiction, PLEASE READ THAT BOOK FIRST* * TRIGGER WARNING: This story has themes of grief, loss, domestic abuse, and more! Please pay close attention to trigger warnings throughout the story and skip with needed! (Please be aware that strong language will be used. There will be references to substance abuse, physical abuse, assault, murder, gore, etc.) (A Hazbin Hotel fanfiction using an OC. All rights for characters associated with Hazbin Hotel belong to Vivziepop. :) ) ~ All songs used in this book belong to the songwriters listed. #1 in "Vox" (6/11/24) #1 "Charlie Morningstar" (7/25/2024) #1 ""Alastor Hartfelt" (7/25/2024) #2 "Alastor" (11/13/2024) #3 in "Alastor Hartfelt" (6/6/24)

After a long battle with cancer, Hazel finally succumbs, dying surrounded by her loving family. However, as she drifts along in the void, nearly making it to heaven, something knocks her off course and sends her falling into hell as a misplaced soul. Taking on a new name, she faces the trials of hell despite her naiveté and innocence, trying her best to stay positive and caring. However, when she catches the eye of The Radio Demon, is she prepared to face his particular brand of affection? Original hosted on AO3!

Tu melodiosa y hermosa voz, fue lo que me enamoró. Se conocieron en vida, juraron amarse hasta que la muerte los separase y ni eso los separó. Dulce, feliz y con una hermosa voz. Así es ella. Mientras que él, un asesino, mentiroso y despiadado. Veamos como empieza y termina esto..... *LAS IMAGENES QUE UTILIZARÉ AQUÍ NO SON DE MI PROPIEDAD! CRÉDITOS A SUS RESPECTIVOS CREADORES* ⚠️Los personajes que aparecen aquí son propiedad de la creadora de Hazbin Hotel, todos excepto Tn⚠️

Tus compañeros de clase te hacen una broma pesada en un cementerio. Pasadas unas horas te percataste de una pequeña luz rojiza surgiendo del suelo postrándose ante ti en eso sientes un gran empujón y cuando tus ojos logran enfocar estás en otro lugar.

A quien elijo Porque lo hice Esto es un error

La sed de sangre pareciese ser insaciable cuando la costumbre aturde a la consciencia. Estos eran los pensamientos del joven Alastor quien ahora escuchaba la música sonar, mientras sus manos eran teñidas del rojo vino. Sin antes imaginar como seria llevar a cabo su prodigio con la joven de aquel bar quien ahora había llamado su excéntrica atención. ¿Era algo más que solo el hambre voraz de Alastor quien le llamaba hacia ti?