omorifanlmao
Y/N finds herself in a dilemma. She's fallen from Adam's army. From Heaven. From everything she's ever known. As she finds herself at the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel and weaves her way through the sinful, reprobate, and downright unwelcome environment of Hell, she comes to the realisation that it may not all be bad.
Until she crosses paths with Vox, the TV Demon, propaganda incarnate, a stupid arrogant lump of mass.
Unbeknownst to her, the bastard rakes his claws over her heart, taking siege of her every waking (and resting) thought. Goddamnit.
WARNINGS:
GORE
SUICIDAL IDEATION
VALENTINO