Amy Marie Dansel, a twenty-seven year old female from the Lafayette, Louisiana, was a well known serial killer and thief known as Jaycln Blue. Born in 1918 and abandoned by her parents in The Great Depression, Amy was quick to start stealing so she could survive. Unfortunately, her lack of experience got her thrown in jail, causing her to begin to resent all authority.
Due to her view of adults, she began to start stealing money so that she could live like normal people. Her thefts soon lead to murders as her first murder was the result of not wanting to be caught. One murder led to another as she began to love the thrill, but before she learned to love the thrill of the kill, she resorted to drinking to drown out her guilt. The drinking led to an addiction to alcohol and gambling. Sadly, the addictions led to her death.
Once Amy arrives in hell she meets a very familiar face, one she had fabricated the suicide of to protect him and his legacy. With this new chance to get to know what happened to this legend, the demon starts to take interest in Amy, seeing her as entertainment. When they grow closer, however, they begin to question why.
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**Disclaimer**
If you came to this book for any smut then you will be sorely disappointed, for obvious reasons. Alastor and Jaycln are both asexual. I am here to deliver cute and wholesome moments while also keeping the story interesting. Slight warning there may be occasional slurs or cuss words. I would also like to say that there will be mentions of trauma, death, possessiveness, and other things that may trigger others, so please if you are sensitive to these, don't read this book. I will be putting trigger warnings, but I don't want anyone being uncomfortable.
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Thank you for your time and please enjoy the read!!!
- PythonIsWrong
For Fawn, life was normal. As a 21 year old college student living on her own, she's doing pretty decent with the cards she's been dealt.
Who knew that one dusty old box from 1925 could rattle her world and take her back in time to experience first hand the bloody past of old New Orleans?
In a panic to fix her mistake, she shakes hands with death himself, and seals her fate. Now, her clock is running down, and time is not on her side as she races to figure out a way home.
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Any art in this book belongs to me. The cover belongs to me.
Fawn belongs to me.
Alastor and any other hazbin hotel related character belongs to Viv.