#Sexyassdeerdemon

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Chapter one

When Y/N, Hell’s famous doe demon with an enchanting, siren-like voice, returns to the Pride Ring after years away, her arrival sends ripples through the underworld. Rising from Cannibal Town royalty to a celebrated singer, Y/N’s music has captivated demons across all seven rings. Yet no one is more intrigued than Alastor, the Radio Demon, whose friendship with her mother, Rosie, makes his fascination all the more complex. As he watches her rise, Alastor finds himself irresistibly drawn to uncover the secrets behind Y/N’s mysterious power and legacy. But as her tour unfolds, dark family secrets threaten to unravel—and Y/N and Alastor’s connection could prove as dangerous as it is alluring, challenging both of their worlds and risking everything they know in Hell. Trigger Warnings: (F!Reader, violence, gore, death, dark romance, psychological manipulation, horror elements)

A Doe's Return

From the moment she opened her eyes, Y/N was destined to be someone extraordinary. Known throughout Cannibal Town as ‘The princess of Cannibal Town.’ She carried both her mother’s influence and her father’s mysterious legacy. Y/N was a striking figure in Hell, with features that demanded attention: soft gray fur covering her delicate doe form, dark brown hair streaked with natural white highlights, and her ears tipped in white. Light freckles dotted her cheeks, giving her an ethereal appearance that softened the sharpness of her gaze. But it wasn’t just her looks that made her unforgettable; she had a gift. 

Born with a siren’s voice, Y/N discovered at an early age that her singing could captivate, hypnotize, and sway the emotions of anyone who listened. It was a gift inherited from her father, a sinner in life and Hell, who had been a famous musician known for his silver tongue and magnetic performances. In the late 1900s Georgia, he had clawed his way to the top of the music scene, even if it meant leaving a trail of blood behind him. That dark ambition earned him a spot in Hell, where he eventually met Rosie, Y/N’s mother. Their relationship was an unusual mix of love and secrecy, but in Y/N’s eyes, they were two halves of her world. Speaking of Y/n’s eyes. When her siren voice was on, her eyes would glow. 

When her father disappeared during an extermination, Y/N was heartbroken. She became even closer to her mother, yet as the years passed, Rosie’s protectiveness started to feel more like a cage. As much as she loved her mother, Y/N longed to forge her own path and use her voice to become something more than Cannibal Town’s Princess. Their relationship fractured under the weight of this tension, culminating in a bitter argument that ended with Y/N leaving for good. 

She set off into Hell’s other rings, performing in venues and clubs that would become the steppingstones of her career. Over the years, her voice reached every corner of Hell, each performance earning her more fans, admirers, and recognition. She became known as "The Siren of Hell," captivating audiences with her haunting, mesmerizing voice that could stir hearts, or terrify them. Yet, despite her fame, she kept her identity as Rosie’s daughter a secret, wanting to be recognized for her own achievements and not as a product of her mother’s influence. 

Now, after seven years of freedom, fame, and forging her own way, Y/N has returned to the Pride Ring. And her arrival has not gone unnoticed. She’s scheduled to perform her long-awaited world tour, and all of Hell is watching with bated breath. Little does she know that her mother’s world, and the dangerous attention of Alastor, the Radio Demon—is waiting for her as well. 

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Y/n's Pov

The bright lights of the 666 News studio were piercing, hot against my skin, but I was no stranger to their intensity. I’d spent enough years under the spotlights to know how to keep my expression calm and composed, to make my nerves invisible to the audience. Across from me, Katie Killjoy was practically bouncing in her chair, clearly relishing every second of this live broadcast. 

She was watching me with a hunger in her eyes, and I knew that look well—it was the look of someone itching to stir up some scandal, find some angle, get a soundbite that would make tomorrow’s headlines. Not that I’d give her that satisfaction. My mother didn’t raise me to be reckless, after all. 

Katie’s smirk widened as she leaned forward, her voice taking on that honeyed, sly tone. “Y/N, you’re Hell’s very own siren star—returning to the Pride Ring after seven long years. Tell us, what’s it like to be back?” 

I forced myself to smile, letting my voice come out smooth and controlled. “It feels good to be back, Katie. I’ve missed the energy of the Pride Ring and its people. I’m looking forward to reconnecting with my fans here.” 

The warmth in my tone wasn’t just for show. I had missed it here, in some strange, twisted way. There was a familiarity to this place that, despite everything, still felt a bit like home. I’d run from it, sure, but now I was back—and that realization settled over me as I spoke. 

Katie leaned in closer, twirling her microphone, her excitement barely contained. “And what can they expect from this tour of yours?” she asked, her voice sweetly venomous, as if she already knew the answer and just wanted to hear it from me. 

I let my smirk grow a little, savoring the anticipation that hung in the air. “Well, the tour will take me through each ring of Hell, from Gluttony to Lust, and then back here to end in the Pride Ring. I want each ring to feel the magic and intensity of the music I’ve created over these years. Each place deserves its own kind of show.” 

Katie’s eyes lit up as if I’d handed her a precious secret. “A true tour de force! Each ring of Hell, just for you! Now,” she leaned even closer, lowering her voice, “here’s a question everyone’s dying to know: are there any Overlords you’d be excited to collaborate with? Perhaps… Velvette?” 

Ah, there it was—the question that practically begged for drama. 

Keeping my expression steady, I leaned back a little, crossing my legs elegantly. I let a hint of amusement sparkle in my eyes as I answered, “I know Velvette’s work, and she’s certainly a force to be reckoned with. But whether my music fits her vision… well, that’s another question entirely.” 

The answer was just ambiguous enough, the perfect balance between intrigue and dismissal. Katie’s face split into a grin, clearly delighted. “Fair enough, fair enough!” She chuckled. “And speaking of powerhouses… have you ever considered becoming an Overlord yourself?” 

This one almost made me laugh for real, but I kept it subtle, a soft laugh that I knew would keep her on her toes. “Power isn’t everything, Katie. Fame and influence can be intoxicating, sure, but I’m more interested in my music and my freedom. Becoming an Overlord isn’t something I’ve ever aspired to.” 

That was true. Power had always come with too steep a price in Hell, and I had no intention of paying it. I’d seen it firsthand in my father, seen what ambition without limits could turn a person into. I wanted success, yes, but not like that. 

Katie tilted her head, a flash of curiosity crossing her face before she smoothed it away. “A humble soul in Hell, ladies and gentlemen—who’d have thought? But we all know you’re far from ordinary, Y/N. After all, it’s not every day a legend returns to the ring that started it all.” She leaned forward again, a coy smile tugging at her lips. “So, tell me… why now? Why come back after all this time?” 

That question hit a little too close to home. I hadn’t expected her to press that hard, but I didn’t let my expression falter. I paused, glancing away for just a second as I considered how much to reveal. When I met her gaze again, I softened my voice, letting a sliver of honesty slip through. “Sometimes, no matter how far you go, a part of you still longs to go home. I’ve traveled, I’ve grown, and I’ve built a career I’m proud of. But Hell’s Pride Ring will always be my roots. I wanted to share this part of my journey here, with those who remember where I came from.” 

Katie’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction, her grin widening like a cat who’d just cornered her prey. But I knew better. She thought she’d gotten something intimate out of me, but the truth, the tangled, complicated reasons I’d come back—were locked away in a part of me I’d never share with her. 

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Alastor's Pov

The lounge was alive with chatter as the flickering lights of the 666 News studio lit up the screen, Katie Killjoy’s voice sharp and quick as she interviewed Y/N. My companions here at the Hazbin Hotel—Charlie, Angel, and the rest—were thoroughly transfixed. The air was practically buzzing, with Charlie’s eager gasps and Angel Dust’s teasing banter filling the room. 

“Oh my gosh, she’s just incredible!” Charlie exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat. “And she’s Rosie’s daughter! Can you believe it?” 

Angel Dust lounged back with his typical nonchalance, a sly grin on his face. “Maybe Rosie can give ya an intro, huh? Ya could meet your idol.” His voice, thick with that Brooklyn accent, held a playful tone. 

Charlie gasped at the idea; her eyes wide with excitement. “Do you think she would?” 

Husk, seated at the bar with his usual drink in hand, shrugged as he took a long swig. “What’s the harm in askin’?” 

Meanwhile, my eyes remained fixed on the screen, my grin as wide as ever but with a new glint of curiosity hiding beneath it. I was quieter than usual, watching closely as Y/N answered Katie’s rapid-fire questions with a practiced grace. She was poised, almost regal, with an undeniable command over the room. It was clear she had built her own legend over the years, and the energy from the crowd, even though the screen, was palpable. 

Charlie, noticing my silence, turned to me with a curious smile. “Alastor, aren’t you excited? You and Rosie are close—you must have heard about Y/N before.” 

I tilted my head, letting a small chuckle escape. “Oh, I’ve certainly heard plenty about her, dear Charlie. But seeing her like this, well—it’s rather… intriguing.” My voice, rich with that old-fashioned, radio-announcer lilt, belied the depths of my curiosity. 

In truth, I’d heard about her from Rosie more times than I could count. Stories of her daughter’s charm, her talent, and, on occasion, her stubbornness. Yet, watching her on screen now was another matter entirely. Rosie’s Y/N was real enough to bring tears to her eyes. But this Y/N, this confident performer with the voice that could enrapture Hell’s most jaded sinners, was something I hadn’t fully imagined. 

A doe. Rosie’s little princess of Cannibal Town was a doe demon, with rounded, soft eyes, freckled cheeks, and fawn-like ears tipped in white. In a place filled with hardened demons and terrifying fiends, that delicate appearance was a rarity. I could almost see why she’d become Hell’s siren star—the contrast alone was enough to capture attention, and her voice only amplified the effect. 

There was something almost vulnerable about her look. But I knew better than to be deceived by such a mask. In Hell, after all, the softest creatures were often the deadliest. Y/N wielded that innocence like a finely honed blade, and if her reputation was anything to go by, she did so with an impressive skill. 

The others were enthralled, babbling on about how Y/N had to visit the hotel, and speculating about her tour through the rings. Husk muttered something under his breath about singing talent being wasted on the Pride Ring, while Charlie and Angel argued good-naturedly over who would be the first to meet her if she stopped by. Amidst all of this, I found myself considering her carefully, analyzing her every move. 

To the others, she was simply Rosie’s daughter or the Pride Ring’s latest sensation. To me, she was a mystery wrapped in delicate velvet fur, adorned with a charmingly innocent look that could lull anyone into a sense of safety. And yet… there was that darkness. That glint of cunning that I recognized all too well. 

My smile widened as I chuckled softly, more to myself than anyone else. Of course, I wanted to know more. She’d drawn all of Hell’s attention, and I couldn’t deny the thrill that came with observing such a captivating figure. Yet, my hands were tied in a sense. Rosie was the closest thing to an ally I had among Hell’s cutthroat population—a friend of sorts, if one could call it that here. And she’d entrusted me with much over the years. Digging too deeply into Y/N’s life was hardly fair to her mother. 

No, no. For now, I would simply let things play out. My curiosity would have to wait, if only for Rosie’s sake. But if someday Y/N’s path happened to cross mine… well, I wouldn’t shy away from learning what lay beneath those soft, wide eyes and that polished exterior. 

“Alastor?” Charlie’s voice snapped me from my thoughts. She was looking at me with wide, eager eyes. “Don’t you think she’s amazing?” 

I gave a slow, knowing nod, letting my grin widen just a bit. “Why, yes, my dear. She’s quite… enchanting.” I allowed my voice to trail off, savoring the word as if it held some secret only, I knew. 

Charlie beamed, clearly satisfied with my answer, and turned back to the screen. The others resumed their chatter, but I remained quiet, my gaze fixed on Y/N’s image. Enchanting, indeed.