(ON HIATUS)
‼️NOT CANNON COMPLIANT‼️
Y/n is a powerful overlord known as "The Dream Demon"
You drowned in 1957 at age 26.
Winding up in hell was no shocker to you, You were selfish, and cruel towards others, you even killed your own best friend.
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Quick a/n I'm going to start writing 2-3 chapters a day so expect more!
YOUR LIFE'S been dry since you've been an overlord for seventy years. You have a lot of territories, even if it's next to that egotistical asshat The Radio Demon. He's a terrible neighbour, but you are happy with what you have.
That's what you thought as you dragged yourself out of bed. The early morning light stained your room a salmon pink sort of colour. Despite it only being 11:00 AM you were already drained and didn't want to kill anyone.
But we'll see.
For the most part, you wore skirts for easier mobility, but today you decided to bust out your favourite pair of worn black denim shorts. You would only wear shorts or pants when the time allowed it. The weather in hell was generally warm, but today you just felt like putting on a grey and black striped sweater that you thrifted. The sweater was already in rough condition when you bought it, but that's exactly why you have it. Not much else was needed, just a few accessories here and there paired with some combat boots, and your outfit was done.
Then you did your makeup and hair to complete the look. You felt confident and stylish, and you were ready to leave.
Thirty minutes into your venture you pass your dearest friend Valinteno's infamous porn studio. Blinding neon signs were normal on the pride ring but one you would've never expected to see in Hell caught your eye. "Happy hotel!" the sign read. If you're a damn fool if you think happiness is achievable. Half of you assumed it was some weird sex thing, but the other half urged you to investigate and see what it was.
