Life at the Hazbin Hotel is like navigating a maze of perplexing challenges. Among the diverse crowd, trust is a scarce commodity, much to Y/n's dismay. In her past life, dragon disputes often escalated into conflicts or banishments, especially among those close to the queen. Now, lounging on a luxurious sofa, Y/n struggles with the intricacies of a "phone," a modern marvel according to Charlie. Her oversized claws make it a clumsy endeavor.

"You seem lost with that phone," quips Husk, a feline demon, noticing Y/n's struggle. She turns to him, a wry grin flashing against her gleaming teeth. "Dragons aren't exactly known for their tech skills in my world," she retorts. Husk twitches an ear, hissing lightly, but doesn't back down, tentatively reaching for her tail before retracting his hand.

"I could teach you, if you're up for it," Husk offers, the anticipation evident in the clicking of his claws. Y/n emits a thoughtful hum before shifting closer, bringing their faces near. Husk swallows nervously, carefully taking the phone from her claws and setting it up. Positioned at her side, he guides her through messaging and other features, even snapping a few photos with the striking dragoness.

"By the way, do you have a human form like us demons often do? I haven't seen your true demon form yet," he asks, his cheeks flushing at her beauty. Y/n laughs, cutting off his sentence and deepening his embarrassment. "No need to apologize," he stammers, scratching his neck as warmth spreads through his fur. Y/n smiles before gracefully rising to her knees, towering over Husk, who finds himself captivated. With a swirl of purplish-orange magic, Y/n transforms into a captivating woman with dark horns and fiery eyes. Husk's mouth goes dry, his jaw dropping in awe.

"You dig the transformation, right?" she asks, planting a kiss on his cheek. Husk nods eagerly, "Totally... wow." She chuckles, gently stroking his furry cheek before getting up and grabbing her phone, her tail playfully flicking his ear as she strolls off, leaving him flushed in the foyer.

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Y/n hummed to herself as she sauntered down the corridor, only to come to an abrupt halt. Her keen ear twitched, picking up on a faint rustling sound nearby. She glanced over her shoulder, spotting Alastor in his garden, feasting on a freshly killed deer.

"Oh, Alastor, dear," she murmured softly, watching him with a mix of amusement and curiosity.Alastor turned towards her, his eyes widening in surprise before quickly composing himself. A strained smile spread across his lips as he took in the sight of Y/n. "Oh, um, who might you be, my lady?" he inquired, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Y/n chuckled, clearly enjoying Alastor's confusion. With a flourish, she revealed a black wing adorned with stars, causing Alastor to gasp in astonishment. "Y/n, dear, is that you?" he exclaimed, rising from his seat and hurrying towards her.

Alastor's claws enveloped her muscular arms, feeling a tremor run through him. My, this woman is certainly full of surprises, isn't she? he thought to himself, unable to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of Y/n's wing.

"Hmm, Alastor," Y/n began, her tone a mixture of curiosity and concern, "may I ask why you're, well, eating your own kind?" She tilted her head, gesturing towards the carcasses littering the table.

Alastor felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, and he quickly stepped away, turning his face to hide the red that now colored his cheeks. "Uhh, oh, well, I—I don't mean to disgust you, dear!" he stammered, struggling to find the right words. "It's just what I need to eat!"

Despite his obvious discomfort, Alastor knew that Y/n's question was a valid one. His dietary choices were certainly unorthodox, even by the standards of the most unconventional beings. Still, he couldn't help but feel a pang of shame, worried that his actions might have horrified the mesmerizing creature before him.

Amethyst hummed thoughtfully, "I see. Well, if you don't mind, I would like some as well. I haven't eaten in a while, and this form is draining me." She gestured to her beautiful form, which was adorned in a pretty gown that was fitting for a queen, though not too extravagant.

Alastor felt his cock twitch at the sight, biting his lip as he attempted to maintain his smile. "But of course," he beamed, taking her hand. His ears flattened against his head as they burned with a mix of desire and embarrassment.

The situation was quickly becoming more intimate than Alastor had anticipated, and he couldn't help but feel flustered in the presence of this alluring creature. Still, he was determined to maintain his composure and make sure that Amethyst felt welcome in his garden, no matter what unusual requests she might have.

As they ate and conversed like old friends, Y/n felt herself growing more comfortable in Alastor's company. She knew that this hotel was meant to rehabilitate sinners, and perhaps one day she might even return to her rightful place among the stars, soaring high in the sky with her lost family.

With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair, her thoughts drifting to the past. Alastor, noticing her distant gaze, asked, "Something the matter, my dear?"

Y/n shook her head, "No, my friend, I am okay. I would like to go back to my chamber now, though. I'll see you in the morning." She stood, bowing her head respectfully. "Goodnight, and sweet dreams."

As she slipped out of the garden, Alastor sighed, rubbing his nose and watching her go. Despite their brief encounter, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at her departure.