1 2 3 . . . 𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓿𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾~ 𝟣 𝟤 𝟥 . . . This is a story of a twisted love featuring, Alastor the radio demon! But.... Human... As we continue our journey, this is the tale of pain,hurt,love and deceit... 𝗔 𝗵𝗮𝘇𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗹 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲... (I do not own Hazbinhotel or art in this book! I simply want my passion of writing to be given to others).

You're in a jail cell when Alastor, a reporter and radio host, comes to conduct an interview. Being a notorious killer entices him, and he finds himself freeing you from your cell. What happens next is anyone's guess. WARNING 18 only! NO MINORS (I'm not responsible for what you read, it's in the title and the description) 💗Heavy Smut 💗Both of you are in the spectrum of Asexuality and demisexuality 💗Slight negative comments on sexuality 💗Consentual choking 💗Cannibalism (mostly jokes between the both of you) 💗Vigilante discussion against criminals 💗Alastor has a mommy kink Oh, and if you know my writing, you know I make the reader spicy, no dull bishes in here!

(COMPLETE) One moment alive, and the next, sent straight to Hell. Do you belong in hell? Was your act of self defence really worth being sent to hell? You meet some strange people, and get rather close to them. You have a chance to get sent to Heaven, but will you take it? Will you find the love of your afterlife in hell? What's will happen? How will you learn to survive?

You are a 22 year old flapper dancer in the 1920's! When you meet alastor things start to get very weird. He loves you, but not in any normal way a regular person would. You begin to find out more and more things about him that he had kept secret from you. When you finally meet him again, You remember everything he did to you...

For Fawn, life was normal. As a 21 year old college student living on her own, she's doing pretty decent with the cards she's been dealt. Who knew that one dusty old box from 1925 could rattle her world and take her back in time to experience first hand the bloody past of old New Orleans? In a panic to fix her mistake, she shakes hands with death himself, and seals her fate. Now, her clock is running down, and time is not on her side as she races to figure out a way home. ** Any art in this book belongs to me. The cover belongs to me. Fawn belongs to me. Alastor and any other hazbin hotel related character belongs to Viv.