.·:*¨¨*𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 . . . Being an Overlord in hell has its perks, except, having to sell your soul to get there. After Selling her soul to the Overlord of technology, Vox, to help launch her singing career in hell, Eleanor, the Overlord of nature, Has been living with her friend Angel Dust in the Hazbin Hotel for a few weeks now, no one exspected an unexpected visitor to appear at the door of the Hotel. What could possibly go wrong?*¨¨*:·. ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ "Right, well I don't need help." She stated. Alastor tilted his head, "that isn't what it looks like." He said sarcastically. "Then stop looking." "I don't want to."
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