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"I ache for the touch of your lips, dear, but much more for the touch of your whips dear." ༒︎ When Lucifer fell, he wasn't alone. [Y/N] Pyrebloom, a fellow seraphim, was by his side, swayed by his ideas and knowledge and when presented with Heaven's hypocrisy and lies, chose to follow him to the depths below. She stayed loyal to her friend, and over time became his right-hand to the throne of Hell and adopted a knack for torture when she needed to get her way. Needless to say, she was bound to get kicked out of Heaven eventually. When the annual post-extermination day ball rolls around, [Y/N] finds herself in the usual spectacles of extravagancy and light that is the gala, with Overlords, Deadly Sins, and other high-class Denizens of Hell alike all dressed in ritzy suits and ties and over-the-top, sparkling ball gowns. What she didn't expect, however, was to come across a certain classy burgundy-and-ebony-haired Overlord who seemed to delight in the pain her presence brought him. She knew him. It was her he had sold his soul to. ︎ ༒︎ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Alastor x Reader] [Lucifer x Reader] [Vox x Reader] [Contains Smut] ༒︎ #2 in #hazbinhotel out of 1,000+ ༒︎ Disclaimer: I do not own the Hazbin Hotel franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ༒︎ Began: March 26, 2024 Completed: ??? Written during age(s): 16 yrs Full Word Count: ??? ༒︎ FANFICTION OF: Hazbin Hotel
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