Hazbin Hotel Girls x Male Angel Reader

Belphegor x Male Angel Reader

(Y/n) was well on his journey of notifying all of the Sins of Lucifer's recent inability of appearing at the court case that took place a while back. 

It was an easy enough task. Yet some Sins were quite a handful. 

Mammon, the Sin of Greed was exuberantly annoying, acting like an overly large slob. Asmodeus, the Sin of Lust was more than acceptable, yet the subjects that inhabited his ring were all over (Y/n) like flies. 

Being an Agent of God, a high ranking Angel in Heaven truly made him a target to those in Lust. 

Finishing up his recent travels in Gluttony, (Y/n) was now within the perimeter of Sloth. A ring that he has very rarely visited during his travels in Hell. It was a place that prided itself on indolence. Having a mere conversation with anyone associated with the Sloth ring always was a chore. For it seemed as though all were operating at ten percent. 

He was hopeful that the main head of Sloth wouldn't be like that.

After a while, (Y/n) approached the large estate that belonged to Belphegor. And boy was he astounded by it's size. 

It was massive in length and width. Almost identical to that of a large mall. The estate was truly an eyesore that made (Y/n) inquire as to how one came to acquire such a home. Though given that they were one of the deadly seven, he knew that it was to be a wonderment home that would house them. 

But Belphegor's was the most impressive of all he has met so far.

As expected, (Y/n) saw in front of him a golden gate with a cubicle guard post in front of it. Adjusting his light blue tie, (Y/n) formed a comforting smile and made his way towards the gates.

(Y/n): "Greetings! My name is-"

Halting, (Y/n) was a bit dumbfounded when his introduction was proven fruitless. For inside the post where the guard was, was the guard, sleeping.

With their feet up on the desk and their uniform cap slanted over their eyes, the guard snored loudly. Releasing a reverberating plangent with each breath. 

This was the conundrum that (Y/n) was in. 

The guard looked so peaceful sleeping, yet (Y/n) was punctual and always eager to fulfil his scheduled duties. It was as if he had his very own Angel and Devil on his shoulders, yanking him in each direction as to wake the guard or not. 

Sighing, (Y/n) was not planning on intruding uninvited into the estate of Belphegor. So with a gentle yet forceful enough tap, (Y/n) patted the guard's shoulder in hopes that it would awaken him. No reaction. Clearing his throat loud enough to perhaps wake him up, it also yielded no reaction. 

(Y/n): "Excuse me?"

Still no reaction. 

Snapping his fingers rapidly in front of the guard's face.

No reaction still.

Taking an annoyed breath out, (Y/n) was already tiresome of his arrival in Sloth. Knowing that this was getting nowhere, (Y/n) gripped the feet of the guard, and shoved them off of the desk, making him fall forward. As the guard slammed his head on the desk, (Y/n) quickly regretted the brazen action, yet time was something he wanted to save.

Especially in Sloth, where time feels like it goes much slower.

Recoiling from the impact, the guard finally awoke. Holding firmly onto their forehead where he crashed onto, the guard quickly panned from left to right, until his eyes met with the towering Angel that waved innocently at him.

Guard: "What the... You-.... You're that Angel that's dealing with uhh... I forget her name."

(Y/n): "Greetings! My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I am here to partake in a correspondence with your ruler, Madame Belphegor. I am here on the behalf of Lucifer Morningstar."