Summery

The thought of being dragged to Hell never once crossed your mind in the entirety of your all too short life. You weren't very religious, at least not in the normal since of the word. It wasn't nor should it even be possible, right?

Hell shouldn't exist...

But there it was... and so was he...

The sound of static increased to a constant loud hum. But you still felt compelled to stay in here. You heard a voice that seemed so familiar to you. It sent chills down your spine. "Hello, my dear!"

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The rating is Mature for this story, 18-25 + Readers Only! Adult themes are in this story. So be warned.

I do not own Hazbin Hotel or any of its amazing characters. Hazbin Hotel and the Characters are owned by Vivziepop.

I own the cover artwork.

The plot and any characters I make belongs to me!

The Infinite

The cool autumn breeze lazily played with you hair (H/C)(H/L). You stared down the path ahead of you, wondering how you would get through this. You were moving a couple states away from where you were born and raised. You'd miss the rolling hills and limestone caves you used to explore as a child with your sister.

After losing your father, you couldn't see staying here anymore. He's the only one reason to have stayed in this small town. You needed to be near what was left of your now small family. Having lost your father took its toll and you couldn't be in that house of yours anymore.

You'd be late if you didn't hurry home. It would be the last time you'd ever see that old Victorian house of yours. Walking to your car, you stared behind you at your favorite place to be, Nathaniel Green Park. You were going to miss that beautiful place. The drive home was uneventful. Pulling up to your house you starred at your big old front porch. Your going to miss watching thunderstorms under the shelter of that porch. The thought of those long nights, sipping coffee and watching natures fireworks brought a smile to your lips.

Your sister and mother were moving to a similar styled home. Like the one you where leaving. They said to you over the phone that it was just you and them, all that was left of your family. And that you should all live together. They'd bought a house for almost nothing. Which was nice! You'd guess because it was haunted. The thought made you chuckle. It would interesting to live in a possible haunted house. Though you wondered about the one you where leaving. The doors to your once home would slam in the middle of the night periodically, always around 3am... Looking up at the second-story windows you could have sworn you saw a pair of red glowing eyes. You shook your head. Thinking 'I must have imagined that...'

You ran inside your old Victorian house to grab your cat and a few things here and there that you would need for the long car ride to your new home. Though as you ran through the house, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched... Which made you move even faster through the once home of yours. Waving at the movers, you locked up the house. You did sell it for a good price! Though you had to be out of there quickly.

Having moved what little you had left too the car. You put your cat Bandit in his carrier and then settled him in the passenger side seat. You sighed, this was going to be a long... long car ride.

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You were exhausted from you long car ride through Arkansas and you had gotten a late start anyhow. You pulled through to a cheap hotel. You didn't think it would be safe to drive half asleep through the rest of your journey. Going up to the receptionist, you got your room. It was quaint room. Tan walls and curtains with a queen sized bed with a blue comforter, a 32" TV and a small all white bathroom. You let Bandit out of his carrier and fed him some can cat food and gave him some water. You laughed as he scuttled around the foreign room, attacking the curtains. But quirked an eyebrow as he starred at a wall for two whole minutes, as if someone was standing there...

You called your mother "Hey hun, I got a later start than I wanted to. I'll be there sometime in the afternoon tomorrow." There was a pause "Okay (Y/N) be careful and if I was you, I wouldn't drive at night anyhow." Your mother said, making you chuckle. But you did see her point. Saying your goodbye, you collapsed on your bed. You had stopped for lunch earlier during the day and wasn't all that hungry. It had been kinda late lunch anyhow. 'I should shower before bed.' you thought lazily, not wanting to do anything but sleep.

Pulling yourself off your bed you made a beeline to the bathroom and went to take a shower. Peeling your clothes off, you got in. The feeling of being watched returned, making you shiver. It was the oddest feeling. 'What was it?' Shaking your head once again at the silly notion you finished and got out. You all but fell into your bed. Seemingly passing out minutes later.

An hour later static noise filled the once silent and dark room, unbeknownst to you. Red glowing eyes glared down at your sleeping form and your cat laying next to you on the bed. The hissing from your cat had woke you up, making you pet your cat, pulling him close you. Barely acknowledging anything amiss. Once again you passed out on the bed. A low chuckle resounded in the small room...

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Morning had come early, making you groan in annoyance at the mere thought. 'Sleep was the best thing ever. But here, not so much...' You thought as you hazily got out of bed and got ready for another long drive to your new house. You again fed and watered your cat and put him in his carrier. Packing up what little you had taken into the the hotel, you left. But noticed that some things seemed off as you were packing... It was just the feeling of not being alone, it irked you. But you just checked the feeling off to being tired.

Putting your cat once again into the passenger seat and your things into the trunk. You left to return the hotel key and then returned to your car. Driving off the lot you found some quick fast food restaurant and stopped to eat. Downing all the coffee you could for the long trip to your new home.

Hours passed and soon you where in New Orleans, Louisiana. On the outskirts. You soon found the old house your family had bought. The house was two story manor, white and black detailed Victorian, along with rather big porches and balcony's. 'Just breathtaking.' You thought to yourself. You also knew that the land that the manor stands on is rather massive and surrounded by a insane amount of forest.

You saw the movers you had waived goodbye to the yesterday. They seemed almost done moving you into your new abode. Pulling up, you parked and got out, grabbing your cat and heading towards the entrance to your new home. Before you could grab for the door handle though, the door just swung open on it's own with no one on the other side... 'Now thats something you can't just chuck off as nothing...' you thought as you looked around, trying to find anything else to explain this happening away... But you found nothing... Nothing at all... So lost in thought though you didn't see your sister behind you. She gingerly poked you in the shoulder, making you turn around, jumping out of your skin.

Chuckling softly you put down Bandit and give your sister a tight bear hug. "Long time no see!" you exclaim as her face scrunches up in a plea for help from your mom inside the new house. Your mom laughs at your antics and joins in. Laughing it up you start going on about your trip here. And the rather weird things that have happen to you since.

Your sister being a open minded skeptic chalks it off as nothing, but being just overly tired. "It's probably nothing to it sis! Now lets go inside and decide what to have for lunch!" your sister Abigail exclaims with excitement.

Though your mom being more open minded says "Just gotta wonder, hun? Maybe you have an attachment? Maybe look it up on the internet?" You look at your mom and sister shrugging "That's a good idea... Why not? Who knows?" but after you say that you start to hear static like some old radio in the house playing. You look at your sister, but she doesn't seem to hear it nor does your mom. You don't tell them and shrug your shoulders. You think back to when you were a child. It seems so familiar to you, but you can't seem to grasp the memory... You pick up Bandit, pulling him from his carrier.

You follow your sister and mother inside, the foyer opening up to a set of grand staircases leading up to the second floor. There are dark hard wood floors and light gray/blue walls with white trim and molding, giving it a rich feel. For the price they got the old Victorian house at, it seems so updated and beautiful.

You follow your sister to into the kitchen. The kitchen to seemed modern and came with all the bells and whistles. It had dark wood detailed cabinets with lighting underneath and golden colored granite counter tops. It came with a rather big island. It had 4 places to sit and a sink on the opposing side.

"What did you guys have in mind for lunch?" you asked as you watched Bandit jump up on the counter, licking his paws. You laughed at your cat, petting him. Your sister Abigail turns to you with a sigh. "I am rather tired and thought we could order pizza." You nod giving your approval. 'I love Pizza!' you thought turning to explore the rest of the house. Leaving it to your sister to order the pizza.

You had a strange urge to go upstairs. The stairs creaked as you walked up them. Reminding you that this house was very old. 'I wonder what happened in this house, what secrets does it hold?' you thought musing to yourself. You reached the second floor and turned down the long hall. At the end of the hall you found a room. With a sudden unexplainable urge you enter. The room has a queen size four poster bed, a writing desk against a window, a rather large closet and attached bathroom. The floors are dark hardwood and the walls are dark burgundy with white trim and molding.

The sound of static increased to a constant loud hum. But you still felt compelled to stay in here. You heard a voice that seemed so familiar to you. It sent chills down your spine. "Hello my dear!"