You woke up in an unknown hotel room, not knowing where you were ...little did you know you actually have been living there for a few years and, most importantly, you forgot you fell in love. An Hazbin hotel Alastor x reader fan fiction. Not everything said in this story is canon and i'm sorry for any grammatical error since english is not my firs language. The reader in this story is a female! Sorry :/

Mistress of Blood. That was your title. Your whole life in Hell was plagued by death and fear, all centered around your miraculous gifts. Alastor was something of a peculiarity to you. You looked nearly identical, with the same mannerisms even. Occasionally you'd see him around Hell, stop and have a chat. You've been in hell since the 50s, after all, you were bound to run into the demon responsible for so much chaos. Time ticked on by, and you lost contact with The Radio Demon. As soon as Charlie, Princess of Hell, opens up a means for hope among the people of Hell, your interest was immediately peaked. What happens when your look-a-like gets on board along-side you? Will Alastors chaotic flame fuel your contained fire, or will you manage to change something in him? And perhaps something more than a tedious rivalry will blossom along the way. .... Clarification: You as well are a Red Deer Demon, but with a set of powers that will be explained within the first few chapters. Based off a one-shot idea that I found inspiration in. The one-shot goes differently, and at a faster pace. This one is a slow-burn of sorts. Rivals to lovers, anyone? This is an Alastor x Reader and if you haven't checked out my other story (You're the bastard that killed me) it's completed and I'm very proud of it! (Cover art by LeucisticAxel)

☆ DISCLAIMER: this story was written before the Hazbin Hotel show released (it's YEARS old)! Therefore, this story is not lore accurate or character accurate. Also the writing's kind of shit. ☆ [] COMPLETED [] "Do you swear that you'll keep your promise?" "Yes. I will keep my promise." "Swear it." "I swear that I'll keep my promise to never leave you, and never let you be taken away from me, (Y/N)." ☆ This is a Hazbin Hotel story. I do not own any of the characters or settings, except for (Y/N). ☆ ☆ Female reader; sorry dudes! ☆ ☆ Does get mature during certain chapters! ☆

You had lived during the 1920's as a journalist writing for a local news paper in New Orleans. When you heard of reports of a serial killer killing people in the area, you jumped onto the opportunity to investigate and write about it. However, when you got too invested in finding out who the killer was and who his next victim was, mistakes were made which ended your life unexpectedly. Next thing you know you wake up in hell and you couldn't remember exactly how you died. As years went by, you eventually met The Radio Demon, Alastor. Something about him rubbed you the wrong way as you start to learn more about him. What exactly was he hiding? This is a mature story there will be violence and lemons as the story goes on so be warned! Unless you like reading this kind of stuff then enjoy the story. Hazbin Hotel is owned by the magnificent VivziePop and all the amazing characters in it. I just write fanfiction about it.

"You warm my heart, darling." "Shut up before I stab you in it, Honey." "Oh, how cruel! Would you really do that to me, My love?" "Thats it, im stabbing myself in the heart." "Hah, but you dont have one!" . . . . Started: 11/9/2019 Ended: Highest ranking: #1 in Cannibalism #2 in xreader #107 in angst #1 in Alastor #7 in Hotel #12 in Hazbin #1 in deer #3 in HazbinHotel