Helluva Boss X Reader

Introduction Part 1: Welcome to Hell, and to Your New Body

THIS IS THE FIRST INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER. THIS WILL BE THE SAME SINNER FOR ALL FUTURE CHAPTERS. CONSIDER ANY OTHER "X READER" CHAPTERS I WRITE TO BRANCH FROM THESE INTRODUCTORY CHAPTERS.

Fuck. Of course you would end up in Hell. You should've known that Heaven would be far too strict when it came to letting people in; unless you repented for every little FUCKING thing that you had done up to the moment you died, you would be sent here. Fuck everyone who had the misfortune of being unable to confess their sins or ask for forgiveness before they had a terrible accident. And of course, fuck you in particular if you just didn't happen to believe in the right religion. GODS DAMMIT.

From an outsider's perspective, you had probably died in one of the coolest ways that somebody could die: fighting off a pack of wolves trying to save someone. But from your point of view, it was one of the stupidest.

You had been on a camping trip somewhere in the Frozen North with your friends, intending to ski for a majority of your time up there. Someone had won a free trip or something. You didn't know the exact details, and you didn't even really know the person who won the trip. You had insisted that you should stay at a lodge, but some of your friends didn't want to pass up the chance to live out the camping experience fantasy. However, due to the random winner's lack of knowledge of the area, multiple mistakes compounded into a single disaster that had been the cause of your death. They had gotten lost several times, there were multiple failed attempts at starting a fire (thankfully you had known how to tell which branches would be too wet to use in the snow), and the final nail in the coffin was that they hadn't thought to store or dispose of their leftover food somewhere safely.

"...And then the wolves came," you thought to yourself as you sat up and began walking the streets of Hell. That had to be where you were; Hell. No way you would have just teleported from the frozen fucking wilderness to a city of constant screams, where monsters walked just out of view, the sky was blood red, and had a FUCKING PENTAGRAM! You made sure to avoid going anywhere near the monsters, even if they appeared to walk bipedally and wear clothes. No fucking way you were going to get caught by a demon and tortured.

Your friends had been able to call rangers for help as they realized the wolves were after our food. You had been able to get your tent buddy out of there, and get them to your friends, but by then you had been completely surrounded by the wolves. However cool you thought wolves had been before then, that meant nothing to you now. Especially after how painful they made your death. If only we had stayed in a lodge...

Just then you were able to catch a glimpse of your own reflection in some broken windows of some abandoned building you were walking past. You stopped, not recognizing yourself.

You had the head of a wolf.

You screamed at your own reflection and jumped back, mistakenly worried that somehow the wolves that you had fought back on Earth had found you, here to kill you for good. When you looked around, you were relieved to see that no such animals were around. Then you groaned at what that must've meant. As you approached the broken glass yet again, you were disgusted to see that the wolf face that you had seen was your own. Great. Fucking great. Just when you had acquired a new hatred towards wolves.

As you examined your form more closely, it was revealed to you that you were more than just an ugly face. You had stark white fur, with grey patterns running up your forehead and canid ears. Your eyes were a commanding pale blue, almost glowing. Your neck and collarbone were covered with fur, disappearing beneath the familiar black winter coat that you had worn when you died. However, it would seem that it was undamaged, despite you distinctly remembering having your limbs being torn from your body. You looked down at your hands, relieved to see that they were still functional and not some fucking paws. The backs of your hands held a similar grey patten as the fur on your forehead, and your white fur-covered fingers seemed to shoot out from this, giving the illusion of grey fingerless gloves. Your fingers ended in sharp black claws where your fingernails should've been. You slowly turned your hands around, fearful of what the other side would look like.