A Helluva King (Hazbin/Helluva) (Hiatus)

Y/n Is a fairly nice guy, goes to a good college, has a decent job but he's been mostly alone ever since his parents died due to a drunk driver crashing into them. After finishing a late shift, he was walking home in the middle of the night because some jerk stole his bike. While watching his phone, he didn't notice the scenery beginning to warp around him, he finally look up and check his surroundings, all he said was: "Ah, crap here we go".

A/N : This is my first story ever, please be somewhat gentle with my dumb self.
A/N 2: I don't own a thing here beside Y/n and maybe some Oc's.
A/N 3: Not the best at English but I'll at least make sure the words are spelled right.