"You must be her." The gentleman in the center said. His already present smile widening into a toothy grin as he tipped his hat to you. "Enchantée." You recognized his voice as the man who had been doing most of the talking. "Who are you?" You choked out. "You may call me Alastor." He answered simply. "You're going to...
"May I rise?" His question posed. "You may." He took your hand and placed a soft kiss upon your knuckles as a sign of respect, before standing before you. "You swear to me that you'll hold up on your end of the bargain?" "You have my word." You smiled. "Do we have a deal then, Alastor?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
You are the daughter of the leader of the wrath ring. You were given orders to help out the hazbin hotel. As much as you dislike the pride ring, you could never tell your father no.
Landing a rather unexpected stroke of luck by finding you, The Princess of Hell requests your aid for providing entertainment for her new passion project. However tension and intrigue arise when you and a certain member of the hotel staff can't seem to stay out of each other's way. (Reader is fem in this story, apol...
After getting sacrificed in a cult during the 1930s you learn that Hell is worse, yet somehow better then you imagined it. ❗️This story will contain: crappy writing, sensitive topics, and adult content❗️ Read at your own risk. This is my first story, so don't expect much of it These characters belong to Vivziepop.