you've gone to hell, but the life you lived before has lead you to taking on a deer like appearance. You are often mistaken for the Almighty Radio Demon and live your life in fear. (enemy's to lovers??) Pic on cover does not belong to me Characters belong to Vivsiepop Character design for (Y/N) belongs to me

Alastor X F.Reader - Not In Canon - NSFW - Viewer Discretion Is Advised I do not own the art displayed and all characters of Hazbin Hotel are owned by Vivziepop. Author Note: WELP GUYZ, I'm gonna give this a good ol' try and see if you all like it. Not a big fanfiction writer, so hopefully we can figure this out together! ^_~ ---- This isn't how you imagined your life would go, nor that it would be taken from you so quickly. Life is fragile and it's fleeting. Like time itself is always speeding up, year after year until... It stops. Frightened after having been ripped suddenly from the world of the living, you're now in a much more sinister place that's unimaginable. Filled with terror, anarchy and bloodlust, you'll have to learn to navigate this existence, and quickly. Still reeling from your untimely death, you haven't had a chance to process death, what you've become, or what you're capable of. An unlikely cast of demons is willing to help you, but at what cost to you? --- "My dear, don't be shy! Turn that frown upside down! You're in great company this evening, surely you can find solace in that!" Alastor swept one arm up, open handed, gesturing in a wide birth, as though unveiling paradise for me to be mesmerized by all there is to behold. "...This is hell. Actual hell. Literal hell. The definition. This is ridiculous. You're---" The words were forced, choked out through a contracting throat. Each word burning as I spoke them. I walk to the radio sitting on the lobby desk, shaking my head as though it'll help to will the words out. I reach for the off switch, my mind begging for all of this madness to end. The chaos in this lobby is dizzying. Before I slide the switch to off, still choking on my words, I'm interrupted. Alastor's voice isn't cheery anymore. The static rasp deepens, his every word reverberating in my body.. all I can do is freeze in place. "Darling, Let The Radio Play."