Hell's Killer (Hazbin Hotel x Male Reader)

Hell Trip #5

You summoned your weapon of choice and continue the fight by releasing a strong black wave of energy where your foe withstood before unleashed his energy wave of pure hellfire through his dual sickles, destroying half of the establishment.

???: Having fun?"

(Y/N): "What do you think?"

???, sniffing: "Well...your scent isn't giving off fear. Just plain insanity and bloodlust. I love it!"

(Y/N): "Good for you...now are gonna tell me your name and motive or do I have to feed on your soul to find out?"

???: "How about I change the scenery a bit and you will get your answers."

He created hellfire through the sparks of his sickles that he slashed the ground engulfing you both and into a world you never knew.

This place reeks of darkness...the very definition where one word can describe it and one word only.

(Y/N): "Death..."

???: "Exactly. And I don't mean it metaphorically or rhetorically or poetically or theoretically or any other fancy way. I'm Death. Straight. Up."

(Y/N): "Makes sense. But I wasn't expecting you to look like a-"

Death: "Hellhound? Well Death does come in different forms. But I guess you can say there are many of us. Skeletons, Wraiths, etc. If you want, you can call me Lobo."

(Y/N): "Why are you after me? I'm dead."

Lobo: "Good point. Maybe you are interrupting the balance of life and death, your soul is SCREAMING at me to set it free. Or maybe...I am bored?"

(Y/N): "Well I am not interested in eternal rest."

Lobo, in Spanish: "Oh my dear Revenant..."

Lobo's energy burst as he is gaining power via his fighting stance.

"You don't have a choice!"

You charged as both your's and his weapons clashed endlessly as you both didn't stop regardless the damage onto yourselves or this place due to the thrill of fighting nonstop. You summoned multiple hands from the ground to grab Lobo but he slashed them away before dashing at high-speed to cut you down back and forth. You pierced him using your Flesh Hooks and reeled him in for a fistful beatdown.

Doing so, you tore off every piece of his body but it all seems pointless since this is HIS domain meaning this one won't die so you slammed him to where his tattered flesh is allowing him to regenerate from them and went back to kill you. Your Flesh Hooks swarm at Lobo who continously deflects them all. When you charged at him afterwards, it caused a shockwave.

The Harbinger of Death dropped his weapons where on of the sickles of is right in front of him before he looks up at you.

(Y/N), in Spanish: "Pick it up, go on...but know this; I won't back down even if you ARE the TRUE Muerte." in English "So go ahead. Pick. It. UP!"

Without hesitation, Lobo grabbed one of his sickles and charged at you again, both delivering the final strike.

...

Your guts slit open but you remain standing with pride as you looked back and saw Lobo missing both his arms while he has huge scar on his torso before letting out a chuckle.

Lobo: "Not bad. It has been a while since I met someone like you."

(Y/N): "..."

Lobo: "Live your afterlife well, Y/N. Oh and if you see that Hellhound Chica, Loona...tell her to STOP CALLING ME AND POSTING HERSELF ON MY PHONE INSTANTLY!!!! Comprendé?"

You simply nodded and left this place without a single word. But not without dropping a package. It was none other than a Sconce.

Lobo: "Was that better?"

He turned his head to Dark Void, appeared out of nowhere.

Dark Void: "Yes and I do appreciate your participation."

Lobo: "No need, I should be thanking you for this opportunity. The others will NOT believe this."

Dark Void: "I'm pretty sure they will."

It turns out Dark Void was the one you were sent to deliver while the former had Lobo fight you. Reasons why remains a mystery but one thing is certain that this encounter is a greater experience etched in your mind.