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.

When does a want become an obsession? When will anything ever be enough? Throughout life, greed guided your actions, yet when given the option to change, the insatiable hunger for power drove you foward. - No win ever satisfied the need to be at the top, to have CONTROL. - And now, your too far gone to know where it started. Now in death, with a personal hell you were met. in a place where everyone has unique abillities that assist to their survival, the worst possible fate happened to be yours. - Ordinary - Lacking the power needed to thrive, stuck by the bottom of the chain. - the ruthless unsaid truth was evident, Climb, or die. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Met with a golden opportunity, Y/N was offered a position of technician by the vees. Reluctant, you accepted - No one makes deals out of pure and genuine kindness, but its better to have the option rather than the certainity of doom. Your soul no longer owned - but one thing that they cant take away, is your knowledge. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Welcome to CONTROL, a vox fanfiction, i hope you enjoy your experience reading! i do appreciate any comments and votes achieved, feel free to express your opinions and what you think could be better