Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pairings: Reader x Lucifer, Reader x Alastor | Side: Reader x Valentino, Reader x Vox, Reader x Adam
Words: 3.5K
Rating: M
Warnings: Dub-Con, Valentino, Demon Deals - updates as we go
Tags: none (just ask c:)
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♡ Masterlist
Each day was more glorious than the last. You had been created and raised in Heaven, living to serve and obey before you could even fly. Loyalty and devotion was all that you knew and all that you needed. It wasn’t until you had been approached one day by the most handsome man you’d ever seen; his messy brown hair and confident grin swept you off your feet before you even had a chance to think twice. HIs golden eyes just met with yours and you felt it in the deepest parts of your soul.
Not that you had complained. You didn’t know who he was right away, he was just this - dare you say - devilishly charming man. He showered you in attention and care day in and out. Everything about him was you - you were the only one he saw, and he made sure you felt that in everything he did. It wasn’t until the two of you had been on a walk in the park one afternoon, hands intertwined, did you finally learn who he really was. It was when you passed another angel who immediately stumbled over their feet to stand and bow to your boyfriend. Saying how honored he was to meet THE first man.
It was safe to say you sat down and had a long talk with him after that. You had not been mad that he had kept that to himself, but you had so many questions to ask him. About his previous wives, his children, humanity! Under all of your burning questions, you were soon to learn that this was about to change the trajectory of your angelic life. You were flattered to have caught his eye, but what happened next was, unbeknownst to you, the beginning of the end.
One day, Adam came home in the best mood you’d ever seen. He had been promoted! He sat you down and explained how his ex wife, Lilith had been trying to empower the demons of hell and the Seraphim had decided it was time to protect heaven - creating a heavenly army of angels to protect them, and he was the captain of this army. He took your hands in his and looked you in the eyes and asked you to join him, to stand by him and help him lead them.
But that was years ago. Since then you’d had been trained to be a deadly killer, something you never once thought you’d have done. All you’d known was the serene and peaceful life of Heaven. Then your eyes had been opened to the sinful and destructive ways of Hell. You had been reluctant at first, but you had been programmed to obey, and you weren’t about to let the love of your life down either. He had entrusted you to help with his project, and you would make him proud.
Now you stood strong, powerful, and at his side through it all. You had noticed the potential in another angel, her name was Lute. You saw such promise in her and had given her a squad to lead, and lead she did. Sometimes you worried how eager she was to kill, but you tried to keep it chalked up to the urge to protect Heaven from the Sinners in Hell. She was loyal to Heaven, and that was what this army needed.
Zoned out, you felt a hand at your waist, turning to look into those golden eyes you had grown to love so much. His grin was wide as he looked down at you, he was ready. Smiling back at him, you placed your hand on his chest and stood on your tip toes to press a quick kiss to his lips. Pulling you closer he kissed you back before he pulled back, his eyes watched your face with adoration,
“You ready for this Babe? Going to rip apart some of those filthy sinners, make sure they know their place” he chuckled darkly. You had to admit it was hot watching him lead, not so much in watching him kill. But as always you reminded yourself - you were doing something terrible for the best. Offering him a small smile you nodded,
“I’m ready to get this over with so we can go home and .. celebrate” you blinked up at him with feign innocence. To this he grinned and brought your faces ever closer to breath against your lips, “that’s my fucking girl” before he kissed you and then raised his arm to signal the start,
“It’s time! Let’s go and show those filthy fucking sinners what damnation really gets them!”
The choir of cheers that came from the exorcist army was an eerie sound. The clangs and screams of blades being drawn was the last thing before they began to charge.
“I’ll make sure they make you proud, sir” the last one, Lute, proclaimed. Her mask bore into your face, and you could feel the burn of her hatred towards you. You respected her, but you were not blind to how she looked at Adam when he wasn’t looking. You knew how much she despised you, but refused to pay her any mind. He dismissed her and then looked at you,
“Go make me proud, babe”
To that you jumped back, drawing your blade, pulling your mask down over your head as he did as well. With a nod at one another, you went your own ways.
Like many other exterminations you blocked out most of the violence, allowing yourself to black out. It was the moments you’d come to - the flash of your blade, the smears of red, the stains that splattered against the buildings. The stains that covered your clothes and bloodied your gloved hands. Not to mention the bloodcurdling screams that would snap you back into reality. You’d never admit just how sick the violence made your stomach twist.
Floating above the ally near one of the outter rings you took a deep breath, trying to ignore the trembling in your hand. The bodies before you painted the perfect image of a family, a mother and child shredded by your blade, the mothers arms wrapped around the small child in a protective manner. Not that it did them much good. Not against your angelic sword. A shaky breath escaped you as you forced yourself to look the other way.
It wasn’t until you heard noises coming from the wrong direction, you gripped your sword and flew off towards one of the other rings. You knew you had been given strict orders to slaughter the Sinners. The Hellbourn were safe, to be left untouched by your blades. But as you closed the distance you could see some angels cornering some Imps.
“Halt!” You shouted, watching as all eyes snapped to you. The angels clearly faltered as they realized they had been spotted, rage flurried in your chest at the scene. In this war, they were attacking innocent bystanders. Even if you were to dispose of any resident of Hell, you were not going to go against the Seraphim’s strict orders. “Those don’t look like sinners to me. I suggest you return to your stations and take care of your jobs. This transgression will not go unpunished, so don’t make it worse” you spat.
The angels frantically crashed into one another as they muttered out various sorrys and excuses as they passed you. Once the air cleared you looked back at the Imps and jumped down, watching as they trembled. “Go, try to avoid this side of the ring during these days in the future” you warned as they took their turn in scrambling over one another to get out of that street, fleeing for safety at your mercy.
“Why would you let those filthy scum leave!?” An accusatory voice demanded. Turning over your shoulder you could see Lite standing just down the street, clearly seething in rage at what she had just witnessed.
“Why wouldn’t I, Lute?” You scoffed as you turned to face her, “you know full well that our orders are strictly to kill Sinners. The Hellbourn, no matter how filthy, are not to be harmed during the exterminations”
Laughing wildly, she throws her head back and you glare at her as she laughs at you with no shred of shame. Charging you, you barely manage to block her with your sword before she hits you with her spear.
“How could Adam be so soft on someone so weak!? I’ll be sure to show him just how pathetic you really are!” She hissed, her rage fuelling her as she reigned down a barrage of attacks, each one more vicious than the last.
“Damn it, Lute! Fall back” you hiss, taken off guard you are left defending yourself to her assault. Finally she brings the bar of her spear down on your wrist, causing you to drop your sword and stumble back, with a quick spin of the spear she knocks you towards the ground.
Spinning to catch your fall, you feel the bite of the ground through your gloves as you manage to catch your fall. Grunting you try to push yourself to your feet, but suddenly a scream rips from your lungs as you feel her spear pierce through your shoulder, pinning your body to the ground. The golden blood started oozing from the wound, pooling on the ground around you. To make it worse you could feel a sharp heel pin the small of your back
“You no longer give me orders or any kind, you disgusting weakling,” she spat, her hands grabbing your wings. Between the heat radiating out of your shoulder, you could feel the tension in your back before another scream exploded from your chest as you felt your wings rip from your back. Tears started to flood from your eyes as the pain became unbearable. Everything burned as you peered through the tears to the bright flash of her spear as she pulled the blade from your shoulder.
The flash continued, but it was different. The white gleam started changing colours. The ringing in your ears started to thump, louder and louder.
Finally the screams had turned to cheers. Opening your eyes you found the strobing lights flashing in your view. The upside down faces cheering you on as you dragged yourself upright again, your hands sliding down the sliver pole as you crouched, swaying and swinging along it.
That was years ago. This was now. Stripped of your wings and left for dead, you had to fight to accept and accommodate to the world in which you had been raised to despise. Somehow you managed, you survived. Finding this place, you have come to find peace in this club. Dancing and earning a living to stay comfortable. It was not what you had ever considered yourself doing, but after the initial shock wore off you just accepted that this was your fate. Lute had stripped you of your wings, Adam probably thought you to be dead, and to make things even better he never came to find you. They left you here and this was all you had.
You managed to find your way in the Lust ring. You had gotten lucky and found a job as a waitress. Working at Ozzie’s you got acquainted with his boyfriend and things led to other things. For a little bit you did some freelance work with Fizzaroli’s brother, before getting promoted up to dancer. Things weren’t perfect, but you were comfortable and that was what really mattered. Survival.
Finishing up your routine you cast a half lidded glance out into the audience, scanning over the sea of lustful and drunk faces. Same old, same old that was until you noticed a set of overlords in the crowd. Painfully recognizable everywhere thanks to how much reach their company got. The Vees sat at a VIP table near the back just watching you with an interest that caused a bad feeling in your stomach.
Looking back out you did one more pose, letting the cheers carry before winking and turning to strut off stage. The back had Imps and Hellbourn alike moving quickly to cover you in your silk robe. Thanks to your connections you had been given favourable treatment at the club, not to mention you managed to bring in quite a crowd. Ozzie had offered you to do private shows seeing how popular you were but you declined. This wasn’t ideal, but you'd rather have people look only and not be allowed to touch.
Whispering a quick thanks to your team you headed back down the private halls to your dressing room. Each step just gave you an uneasy feeling deep in your gut, and you considered saying something. However, you wouldn’t want to alarm anyone. Not when you could handle any creepy stalkers. It wasn’t like you were weak or defenseless. After all, in your time down here you had taken down a few Overlords that were getting a bit out of hand.
Steeling yourself you took a deep breath, praying that you had just been over thinking it and imagining the paranoia. After all, you had been in your own head a lot this evening. Grabbing the doorknob you twisted it and opened it, stepping into the dark room. Hitting the light you didn’t notice anything right away until you looked at your wardrobe. There were two people standing there, both turned and looked at you, grinning. One was tall, and painfully familiar. Valentino, the moth demon that you had heard Ozzie curse about on numerous occasions. The man stood in a long coat, his heart glasses gleaming as he pulled out a ratty skimpy dress and lifted his brows in interest,
“Oh chica, this would’ve looked amazing on you tonight,” he purred as he looked your way. You glare at him, but before you could speak a shorter girl scoffed as she flipped through her phone,
“Might have been fine if it wasn’t so outdated. Figured working in such a classy establishment, they would at least offer you better outfits. After all they don’t have anything from my lines in there, so clearly they lack taste,” she snickered, getting the other to laugh in response.
“I would suggest you both leave. This is a private dressing room, you don’t have permission to be back here.” You hissed out. Despite your comment neither of them budged, they just continued on judging your show clothes and Valentino just kept pulling out more and more revealing ones.
The shut of the door caused you to jump a little as you spun around to see the TV demon, Vox. He stood in front of the door grinning, his blue suit perfect, not a wrinkle to be seen. He held himself with confidence and power, and he had all of his focus on you.
“I don’t think we have to go anywhere.” He chuckled as he stepped forward slowly, starting to close the distance between the two of you. “After all we’re just here to talk, nothing more” he stated, extending a hand and motioning to a chair. Following his motion you looked back at him and scoffed. Just because their little sinners would bend over backwards for an Overlord, or three, didn’t mean you would. You weren’t some sinner, and you weren’t foolish enough to trust them farther than you could throw them.
“You better talk fast before I alert security. Asmodeus doesn’t take kindly to stalkers,” you hissed, making sure to emphasize his full name. You did notice the sneer that Valentino gave you at the mention of the Sin of Lust. Good to know that their hatred for one another was a mutual thing.
A deep chuckle came from Vox, he continued to stride forward, his mismatched eyes never once leaving you as he did, “you see, we have been watching for a while now. We just needed to prove you were who we thought you were. Sure enough, Mourning Angel, it seems as though we were right” he stated, making sure to put emphasis on your stage name.
“Yes, it looks like our sources line up. You see we had a dear friend of ours go missing a little while back. A few whispers in the street mentioned an angel had been left behind a few exterminations ago,” Valentino purred, looking over at you as he ran his lanky fingers through a feathery cape on your rack. Stepping further back you glared between the two men, there was no way they could’ve found out. Ozzie had a very strict no camera policy in his clubs. He sold lust, but he wasn’t scum. He respected his workers and their privacy. Especially since he knew of your situation.
“Word on the web says that someone with angelic weapons had taken down our dearest friend,” Velvette piped up, never looking up from her phone. Clearly she wasn’t happy about this, but she also didn’t want to be spending her time here. “There had also been a few rumors that this one dancer looked an awful lot like that strange assassin that took down our friend”
“So,” you scoffed, “this is hell, that could’ve been just about anyone. Not to mention people fabricate lies on the internet all the time”
You quickly glanced around, you hadn’t brought your weapons with you to work for a while now. Not that you needed to protect yourself here often with all of the provided security. Had you really been that sloppy on your last kill? Everything was flooding your senses as you tried to wrack your brain for your past hunts. Vox took another step closer,
“However, being as merciful and kind as we are” he started, causing giggles from the other two, “we thought you might like a little ultimatum, if you will. See we could just kill you and get rid of the problem all together, or we would like to offer you a little deal”
You could feel your phantom feathers ruffle at this. They wanted a deal? This causes worry to prick along your skin. If they were offering your help in exchange for your life, what kind of dirt did they have on you? Were they bluffing or did they actually have proof? Did you want to know, was this a risk you were willing to take?
“Why would I ever make a deal with you three anyways? I have no idea what you’re on about,” you laughed and shook your head, “I am a dancer at Ozzie’s, the best I have to offer if the fact that I can regularlly bring in a pretty decent crowd”
“Well I am so glad you brought that up,” Velvette finally spoke up, looking up from her phone with a wicked grin. With a flick of her finger a bunch of translucent screens appeared around you, and all of them featured you. Eyes widening you looked back at yourself on the various screens. Each of them were moments you were less than proud of. All you at different points, killing demons.
You felt your eyes flicker between each one. One of you masked, tearing out a demon's heart, another with your hands dripping as you stood over a slain demon. Finally you fell on the biggest one, one that was a video unlike all of the other pictures. You stood in your prime, sword covered in blood, the citizens running for their life as you removed your exorcist helmet.
Suddenly it felt like breathing was a chore, suddenly your throat was so dry that you couldn’t force a breath down. Clutching at your robe with your hand, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt fear like this. They knew. And either they would rid themselves of the angel that was hidden among them, or who knows what kinds of plans they had for you.
A flicker of electricity hit the room before you felt two sets of clawed hands rest on the tops of your shoulders. Looking up you were face to face with the TV demon as he grinned down at you,
“What do you say? I’m sure people would be lining up to take a stab at one of the ones who have killed millions of our own” he started and leaned down, “but if you make this deal with us - we will keep you safe, and just for the small price of your soul. You will help us with our work, and in turn we protect your little secret. Trust us with your future”
Looking forward you could see the shit eating grins that painted the other overlords faces. It sure seemed like you had been caught in their net, if they let this get out there wouldn’t be anywhere you could go to hide from the bloodthirsty citizens that craved revenge. They had made sure to perfectly fabricate this little meeting before they made their move, and now you had been backed into a corner with nowhere else to go.
It seemed like your life was about to change yet again, and probably not for the better.
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AN: here is my first little Hazbin fic, yes this show has me in a chokehold. I am simping for far too many characters rn. This will be a slow burn for Lucifer and Alastor. There will be hurdles with the Vee's first, and mentions of past Adam.
All interaction is welcome and appreciated! I am updating mainly on AO3, so you can find early updates there first!