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.

It's 1930, and a serial killer in your hometown is on the loose. Which fills you- a sweet, hardworking waitress, with terror. But not to worry, your good friend Alastor is there to comfort and protect you! Ironic though, he's the one you should be fearing. (I killed cringe culture. Alastor fancies you, but he's asexual. You're both alive in this, Mimzy is here too! Also, possible mentions of gore, definite mentions of murder, and slightly creepy themes. Alastor isn't aware he's being a creep though.)