Puppet Master || Hazbin Hotel X Y/N

-Puppet Master-

In the realm of Hell, time flowed like a twisted river, its currents dragging souls through endless torment and fleeting moments alike. For Y/N, however, time held a different weight, its passage marked by the echos of her voodoo magic and the whispers of her past life in New Orleans. Seven years had slipped by since Alastor's disappearance, each one a jagged shard of longing and resentment in her immortal existence.

But now, the Radio Demon had returned, his presence a discordant note in the symphony of chaos that ruled Hell. Y/N's heart, if it could still beat, would have quickened at the news. For she had unfinished business with him, a debt of vengeance that pulsed like a living thing within her soul.

As she traced the contours of her plan, threading strands of manipulation and desire together like how she would her voodoo dolls, Y/N vowed to make Alastor rue the day he dared to return. For in the twisted dance of demons and damned souls, she held the strings, and he would soon learn the price of crossing her.

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss X Y/N