DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Hazbin Hotel nor the associated characters. STRONG TW: sexual assault, violence, dark themes. Reader discretion is advised. Alastor is not ace in this fanfiction and there will be sexual themes. You have been warned. ×××× "You've never known regret like the kind I'm about to show you." __ Death. It's not really something ponder often, people die every second of every day. Of course, we all sit and think of it every now and then. Usually, the thoughts are paired with feelings of anxiety and impending doom; what happens when your time really is up? Obviously there's the whole, you know, dying thing. But what about after that? Well, that really depends on what kind of a person you were! Maeve was always a little odd. Following the death of her mother, she had developed a curiosity, or obsession, with death. She would occasionally kill small animals as a child, watching the life leave their bodies and wondering where their souls went. She'd stayed in the same place her entire life, and had been lucky enough to develop quite the like-minded friend group. One day, she was out with her friends as they had planned a day together earlier in the week. All Hell broke loose, and Maeve's entire world has been flipped upside down. Now she has to figure out how to move forward. Can she handle her new life, or will it eat her alive?