Helluva Boss X Reader

Overlord Intro Part 1: The Hanged Man XVII

All that was needed was a plan. A good plan. You still looked like a Hellhound, after all. Nobody was going to trust you. Even if you didn't have this body, it would still be an astronomically difficult task to convince even a single sinner to hand over their soul to you. What did you even have to offer them? Most had been in Hell longer than you. If they had something they wanted, and it was out of their reach, it would certainly be out of yours. After all, they had more time to attain it than you did. And that was assuming they would be willing to pay their soul for it, if they hadn't already sold it to a previously established overlord.

You told all of this to Loona. She had put a hand on your shoulder, commending you for your kindness, and the want to create a better world out of Hell. However, she told you it was impossible, that she had seen firsthand how corrupt the system was, seeing as she was a product of it. It was practically irredeemable, the same as sinners (no offense). Overlords weren't the kind of people who helped, either. She warned you that if you tried to become one, you could very well lose yourself, and your dream of changing the system could be lost. It was possible you could be corrupted to the point that you made things worse instead. You clenched your fists. Why didn't Loona believe in you? She was telling you she wanted to change how Hell worked too, but she was still afraid of what really trying could mean.

Your claws dug into your palms, but you relaxed them as Loona pulled you into a hug. You had jumped a little at first, startled by the gesture. It was unlike her. You asked her about this behaviour, and she explained that she just didn't want to see you hurt. You were her best friend after all, and she didn't want to lose you to Hell's brutal, often bloody politics. You pulled away from her, determination filling you.

"I can change that, though. If I can somehow craft the perfect deal, I can change the Pride Ring. It doesn't have to be bloody. Overlords function as part of a system; they are systems. it's not just their raw power that makes other sinners bend a knee; it's the industries they control. They're all specialized; they own the jobs themselves. They control the media, weapons, territory, whatever. If they actually served the sinners under their control, Hell could be a better place," you explained. "I could do that for Hellhounds."

Loona looked at you, curiosity and concern in her eyes.

"How did someone like you ever end up in Hell?" she asked, slowly. "You're a sinner. How badly did you fuck up in life that you're stuck down here?"

You tilted your head down. You had tried not to think about that. If you didn't deserve to be down here, then that meant that the universe was unfair. You hated that thought; you had to be at fault, needed to be, somehow.

"I don't know. But I can't change the fact that I am here. And I can help people."

After thinking more about what she said, you looked back up at her.

"I'm going to become an Overlord. I don't care if you don't want to support me. I get it; the idea is terrifying, and I could lose myself. But, let me make a promise to you, Loona."

You stuck out your hand. Loona shook her head, bewildered, and slightly offended.

"Hellborn don't have souls, dipshit. No deal you ever made with me would work. I don't even know what you're offering me!"

You kept your hand out, steadfast in your decision.

"I'm not asking for your soul Loona. If this isn't binding here, then I'll add this promise to the first deal I ever make: Loona, If I ever lose sight of my dream to make Hell a better place for Hellhounds, even if I can only help those in the Pride Ring, I will willingly give up every soul I've taken, or will ever take, on this path."