Well, you folks wanted a full chapter of this combination story. Hazbin Hotel and Bloodborne. Something I didn't want to write but had AN URGE to do it because of how popular Hazbin Hotel currently is.
Anyway, I have only watched the first episode of Hazbin Hotel. Heard the pacing's bad, so I decided to fix that problem in my own term. I wonder how will that go with a colourful of characters from hell that tries to run a hotel?
Coupled with the fact that they will hire someone, who is a borderline sociopathic, malicious former human who wants to hide his status of an eldritch god?
This fanfic was inspired by 'A Hunter's New Home' by AgeOfAngels and 'The Night Unfurls' by StaffSergeant. It took me two days to write and edit. Please don't mind the title, I know it sounds so isekai-like. Wanted it to sound like this famous book 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. There is going to be a lot of pop culture references in this story.
If you have problems, then deal with it. I ain't exactly good in Hazbin Hotel lore.
Word of warning: This fanfic will contain graphic violence, strong languages, sexual themes, and things against the Christian Religion. Viewer discretion is advised because its FREAKING Hazbin Hotel and Bloodborne.
A Hunter's Guide for Running a Hotel
I
The Hunter
'We are born of the blood, made men by the blood, undone by the blood…'
Those words echoed through the Hunter's mind. He peaked behind a cave wall while stalking three Angels. By the looks of it, they are Exorcists. He can tell by the full-head masks they had on with LED screens on their faces, along with two large goat-like horns on their head that varies in position. All were armed with Angelic Weapons, so the Hunter had to be careful as he heard how deadly they were.
It was nearly the end of Extermination Day after all. So, he had to make this quick.
He was in luck. The Hunter's attire he dawned proved to be effective in hiding in darkened location; A dark grey trench coat with a black cape over it along with nondescript clothing. His entire head was covered as it was hidden behind a cloth mask and his hair was underneath a tattered, feathered tricone hat.
He held his breath in for them to pass. Once they did, he carefully pulled out his Saw Cleaver and proceeded to follow them while crouching. As the three were scanning the cave, he used this opportunity to strike the one on the left across the right shoulder. The Exorcist screamed in pain, which dropped its Angelic Spear onto the ground. The Hunter immediately grabbed it before stabbing it through its throat and using his strength to rip its head from the body.
The two remaining exorcists turned to see their brethren die in an instant and saw its killer, who was covered in yellow blood. They readied their weapons and immediately rushed at the Hunter, who is now wielding a bloodied Angelic Spear.
One of them rushed in an attempt to slash at him. It wasn't quick enough as the Hunter easily quickstepped to safety and used the Spear's tip to stab the Exorcist on the foot. The Angel shrieked before its head was cleanly torn off by the Hunter. Kicking the sword away, the Hunter ducked to dodge a swing from the last Exorcist that wielded a Battleaxe. Kneeing his enemy on the chin when it got close, the Hunter used his right hand to pierced the Angel's chest with his hand before tearing its heart out. To be sure that it was dead, the Hunter picked up the axe and split the last Exorcist head diagonally in half.
When that was over, he looked at the three dead Exorcist with a critical eye. The Hunter immediately walked back to the where his Saw Cleaver was and pulled it out from the Exorcist's shoulder before slinging it onto his back. He grabbed the two dead Exorcist by the feet and carried one on his shoulders before dragging their remains into an area where there were bodies of dead Exorcists littered everywhere from this Year's Extermination Day alone. About two Hundred no less. Not that he cared really. They're no different than those blood-craved beasts back in Yharnam, which makes him exploit their over aggression so easily. He already guessed that he killed up to a thousand at this point.
This was the third time he survived this annual day. It sometimes reminds him of the Night of the Hunt though it has been a nightly occurrence. He always wondered why he picked this in the first place. After what he's been though in Yharnam, Hell was a good place to be in? Well, he did pick a random location after all.
His mind shifted to another part of the area where his eyes landed into a crate of Angelic weapons that were piled up and ready to be sold. He knew at this point; he has some business to attend to regards to the collection he gotten.
Before anything can happen, his ears rang when he heard the bell toll. That signaled that Extermination Day is now over.
Now he has to wait for another year to come by.
That is if the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar, didn't mess things up.
-Scene Change-
The Hunter, after cleaning himself from being covered in Angelic blood, sharpened his Saw Cleaver as he watched two women inspecting the neatly piled weapons. One of them had a clipboard as she wrote the weapon's conditions. The other watched him polishing his blade and looked at his gun with interest. "That's a good-looking weapon. It's no wonder you managed to easily slay those Exorcists with ease."
The Hunter hummed at her words as he stopped sharpening his tool and looked at her.
"You aren't really the talkative one, mister?" Clara commented on his lack of verbal communication.
"I'm aware." He uttered emotionlessly before resuming to sharpen his weapon.
Looking behind him, Clara saw five angelic weapons leaning on the cave's wall. She looked back at him with intrigue. "So, what are you going to use them for?"
"Trophies," He simple responded back.
The Demonic Arms Dealer raised an eyebrow at that. She wasn't sure if he was collecting them for display. "Clara." She turned to look at her sister, who walked to her side. "All of the weapons are in perfect condition." She focuses her attention on the Hunter. "Mother will be pleased that you got many."
"I was only doing that to fulfill my part of the deal," He stoically responded.
Odette nodded her head in acknowledgement before handing a small briefcase to him. Her sister did the talking. "We appreciate you'd stayed true to what we agreed on. As for your hard work, Mom wanted us to give you this."
"Understood," He responded before gently removing the small briefcase from Odette. He gave a silent wave to the two sisters, who waved back at him before heading to his safe haven, hours away from the civilisation of the Pride Ring.
Hours went by, and the Hunter arrived at his destination. A small, rundown shack that had everything he needed. It wasn't good-looking, yet the Hunter can make a few adjustments. He heard ghastly groans behind him and turned to see those tiny, deformed, creepy Messengers. He smiled behind his mouth cloth at them as he put one knee on the ground.
"Did you miss me?" He asked while stroking one of the Messengers' chins. He'd remembered how distrustful he was towards them at the start of the Night of the Hunt. But as time went by, he grew fond of them. They aided him in Hell for the past three years by providing ammunition, repairs of his weapons, and giving him blood vials while collecting the empty ones when it had been discarded.
"I brought you something," He presented the Angelic Weapons he had just collected as he handed them over to the Messengers, including the briefcase he was given. They let out a happy groan as they took it from him. All looked at him, and he immediately saw they wanted his Saw Cleaver. So, he handed it over to them before disappearing from the blue.
Now that he was alone, the Hunter wanted to rest. Walking towards where the chair and table were, he sat down before placing a worn-out notebook onto the table. He didn't seem to care how it never ran out of pages.
That was good for him.
He had a lot of things to write from this day.
-Scene Change-
Charlie as she looked outside from the viewpoint of her room with a frown. She overlooks the city's ruins due to the recent Extermination. This has become a yearly occurrence to combat the overpopulation of Hell. This is why she started her passion project of opening a place where people can be redeemed and go to heaven.
She wasn't alone, though. She had helped with her girlfriend, Vaggie, the infamous Pornstar Angel Dust, the cynical Bartender Husk, the Housekeeper Nifty, and the Facility Manager Alastor, also known as the Radio Demon. Together, they ran the hotel in hopes of attracting demons and sinners all over Hell.
Lately, it hasn't gone well and has become a laughingstock for both Demons and Sinners. This didn't deter the Princess of Hell, as she was determined to prove that Redemption was possible.
That was until recently. She heard rumours three years ago of an individual, some called the Hunter, known for spilling a lot of blood in his way. She had known it after hearing Angel's recount of how he and his friend witnessed him temporarily slaughtering twenty-eight sinners at a bar before disappearing. Ever since then, nothing was heard about him.
Yet, she had heard how he had saved many Demons and Sinners from the Exorcists during the annual Extermination Day. He had managed to form a formidable reputation feared by most. There were talks about how the Hunter slain many enemies that could be buried underneath a large hill. Though, there were claims that his kills can rack up to fill an entire stadium.
It made other sinners jealous of it. Though, to her, there was something about him gave her thoughts. He may be beneficial to help with her business. Not helping with the customers, of course, but rather a security guard or something. As much as she wanted to speak to this Hunter, he was very hard to find.
"Charlie?"
Hearing her name caused the Princess of Hell to almost jump from her seat. "Oh shit!" She turned to see a familiar figure entering her room. "Hey, Vaggie…"
Her girlfriend chuckled at her action. She placed her right hand on her hip and walked over to her. "Got something on your mind?"
Charlie turned to look through the window. "Yeah. Been thinking about that rumour recently."
The one-eyed woman turned towards her girlfriend. "You mean the Hunter that I heard for the past three years?"
The Princess of Hell nodded in response. "Yes. I'm thinking how he is idolized by many across Pride Ring and beyond."
Veggie pondered what her girlfriend had in mind. She had a bad feeling about what she was going to say. "And what do you mean by that?"
Charlie looked at her directly in the eye. "I'm saying that, despite all the blood he spilt over the past three years, I feel he's lost. Lost and without a goal in life." She explained. "Do you know what I am thinking of?"
It only took Vaggie a few milliseconds to realise what she was suggesting. "What!?" She stood up with a mortified look on her face. "No, no, NO! Don't even think about it, Charlie! Do you know what could happen to this hotel's reputation if you brought this infamous individual here?!"
The other girl understood what he girlfriend was saying. She looked down at her hands which were put together as if she was praying. "I know. But we have Angel Dust working here, and his presence doesn't ruin this hotel's status to such a major degree. And the same can be said for the Radio Demon."
Vaggie let out a sigh. Her girlfriend did bring up a valid point when she mentions the Hunter. "Fine, I'll take your point into consideration, Charlie."
Charlie smiled and let out a giggle. She leaned towards her girlfriend and hugged her. "Thank. Thank you so much, Vaggie!"
Her girlfriend patted her on the back. "There, there. Don't get too excited there."
The hug eventually broke when Charlie let go and had a curious expression. "But where should we look if we were to find him? I mean, he is only known through Extermination Day. Other than that, he vanishes for a whole three years."
The one-eyed woman had a hint as to where he was possibly located. "I think Angel Dust can help with that."
-Scene Change-
Twenty bowls were stacked up as the Hunter, who found himself alone at a restaurant in the Yakuza District, devoured his twenty-first Gyudon. His prior actions made him extremely hungry, and he didn't seem to care if his actions were gluttonous. Eating had always helped him with stress. He was surprised that he was kept incredibly thin, probably because of what he is.
Scooping the last bit of rice and beef from the bowl, he put the empty bowl down on the counter and rubbed his mouth with a tissue before putting his mouthcloth back on. He stood from his table and walked towards the counter to speak to the cashier. He pulled out enough money to compensate for the food that he ordered. "Take this."
The cashier just put her hand up at him. "It's fine, Sir. It's on the house."
The Hunter was insistent on paying. "Just take it. Think of it as payment for the hard work you have done. I don't want you to be left with an empty pocket."
The female cashier looked at him and then the money he presented before returned to face him. She smiled rather nervously at the Hunter. "Um, sure. I'll be taking that." She took the money off him and placed it on the cash register. Once that was done, she looked back at him. "This restaurant would have been out of business three years ago if it weren't for you."
The Hunter hummed in interest upon hearing this. "Is that so?"
The cashier nodded in confirmation. "Yes. Since you are a regular customer, others come here and order what you usually have. Because of this popularity, we dedicated a dish just for you."
"I see…" He muttered. He waved goodbye to the friendly demon cashier as he picked up his weapons before heading out of the restaurant. Gently closing the door behind him, the Hunter looked around the area to see it had been calmer. There is uncontrollable chaos whenever he goes to the Yakuza district, and many districts forbid people from going there.
It was like that for nearly seventy years until the Hunter arrived three years ago. His presence made everyone stop fighting with one another to not invoke his wrath. Since then, it has become more civil, and people have stopped fighting to such an uncontrollable degree.
The calm environment allowed him to be deep in his thoughts. Bitterness came to mind; having lost his Brothers and Sisters-in-arms during the Last Night of the Hunt, he had found himself in this strange environment. An Ascended Hunter who left behind everything in Yharnam. Beasts, humans, and humanoids alike in a lake of blood. It didn't matter who or what he killed until nothing was left. He kept killing even in his three years in Hell.
It was still an unknown territory to him, after all. The Hunter had to always be on guard wherever he wanted and the people he was talking to.
Especially to the two people that were exactly behind him. He could tell that one of them was a girl, given the perfume he could smell. The other was the scent he never thought of smelling yet again. He turned right around to see exactly two people, a spider-like demon and a one-eyed demon. "Hello, Hunter." Angel greeted him with a wave. "Did ya miss me?"
"Not at all," The Hunter nonchalantly replied despite not seeing him for three years.
That caused the pornstar to slump his shoulders at the other man's response. He turned over to his friend. "See, Vaggie. Told you he ain't exactly an enthusiastic feller?"
"I can see that." Vaggie reminded him before shifting to the Hunter. "You got quite a reputation around here?"
"So it seems," The Hunter spoke, not caring about that at all.
The one-eyed woman turned to look back at him. "You seemed to don't care about that?" She let out a sigh upon hearing that. "Very well."
"What are you two doing here?" The Hunter demanded as he tensed his body a bit.
Both Angel and Vaggie looked at each other. A literal minute went by before they looked back at him. "We were told by Charlie to come find you." The pornstar explained.
"The Princess of Hell?" The Hunter spoke, having a slight hint of surprise in his voice. He didn't expect her, of all people, to come find him.
"Yes," Vaggie nodded, "She heard about your reputation given your…let's say, questionable actions in here over the past three years."
The Hunter lowered his head slightly. He knew that his actions were eventually going to catch up to him. Still, he lifted his head and began to ask a single question. "What does she want?"
"Charlie wants you to join Hazbin Hotel," Vaggie answered immediately.
That caused him to do a double take upon hearing that. "She wants me to join her hotel?"
Again, the one-eyed woman nodded at his question. "Yes. She somehow sees potential in you, as weird as that may sound." Her words seemed laced with uncertainty, which the Hunter could already hear. "So, what do you say?"
The Hunter pondered at that thought. On the one hand, he could simply deny and simply just walk off, but that would mean he would be chased around until he gets fed up and kills them. He was not stupid. Killing one of Charlie's acquaintances was the line he dared not to cross. On the other hand, he'd simply comply with their demands without spilling any blood. There was a clear answer. He just shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, why not. I don't have anything to do."
Vaggie couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. No blood has been spilt from her first encounter with this Hunter. Yet, there was an evident feeling of potent malice emitting from this seemingly dangerous individual. "Alright then. Come with us." She and Angel proceeded to walk back to their hotel with the Hunter following. As they did so, she pulled out her phone to text her girlfriend about her success.
Goddamn, so the short story has gained enough popularity to get a full fledge fanfiction. Now, it seems like the Hunter has begrudgingly joined Hazbin Hotel at the request of the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar. I wonder how would that go and how he can alter events? How will the characters of Hazbin Hotel would interact and react to his intense Bloodlust?
If you want to voice out what can happen, then please feel free to comment? I simply cannot wait to write it.
The Hunter may be in Hazbin Hotel, but that doesn't mean that he is going to exactly stay. I am going to have moments of him exploring other parts of the Pride Ring and other characters.
Sorry if there were any Out Of Character Moments or any lore I fucked up, but I want to satisfy those who wants to read it.
See ya all in the next chapter, motherfuckers!