(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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Absolutely nobody's P.O.V
ALTHOUGH you had been at the hotel for a few years, you still had a reputation to uphold as an overlord. You hadn't been on a rampage in a while, random killing sprees were all you managed to do to stay relevant.
That was until today.
Through clenched teeth and tear-filled eyes, all you could think about was vaggie telling you to leave, so, you did.
Anyone who reminded you of them died a second, more painful death than before. The hypnotic aura that surrounded you territory, drew unwilling demons into a trance bringing them closer to their demise. The violet glow leaked into the deer district destroying some stores in a tsunami of mauve anaesthesia. To on comers it looked like a Flood of high demons sauntering off to god knows where. But to someone trapped under the thumb of your powers it was excruciating. Nightmares about their deaths and any other trauma that could occur in a sinners melancholy life. You knew how much pain you were causing them, and you loved it. You revelled in the thought of their pain, giggling like a lunatic while you brutally slaughtered each and every demon in your path. It was a blood bath on the streets of hell, like a second extermination. Though you were aware of your tantrum spilling into Alastor's territory, you couldn't care to stop it knowing for a fact that you were head first in rage not bothering to contemplate your dumbass actions.
