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My Hazbin Hotel Oc, her name is Victoria, a winner and singer in Heaven, she leads choirs, she looks very human because on her death bed (she died of old age) she wished that if she were to be reunited with her husband again, she wanted him to recognize her easily (I wanted to make her to be a Nightingale :(, but I suck at making birds/furries)
She's a Oc x Cannon (basically Alastors wife, I know Alastor is asexual, but that doesn't mean he can't have romantic attraction to anyone, besides she's also asexual)
[ WARNING this is very long so if you read it im. So sorry 😭. This took a few days to complete and the endings lowk lazy. Okay enjoy :D ]
"I- I dunno about this guys-" Abel stammers to the others, "y'know I kinda got a pretty big role now, and-"
"Hey," Saint Peter cuts him off, "if I get the day off, so do you."
"Right!" Emily chimes in. "Besides, you've been acting acting all stressed and moppy after the whole Hell fiasco."
"What?- No, no- I'm fine, guys-"
Peter wraps a comforting arm around Abel, gazing at him with a mixture of sincerity and concern. "Abel. As your friends it is our solem duty to insure your comfort and health." He gives the winner a soft smile. "And sanity."
"Exactly! Which is whyyyy we're gonna let YOU pick out where we hang out today!" Emily squeals with joy, hovering over the ground from excitement.
Abel glances between the two in gracious disbelief, breathing out a soft laugh. "You- you guys.. you didn't have to."
"We know." They respond simultaneously.
"You deserve a break, Abes- we all do!"
"Yeah," Peter gives Abel a comforting pat on his shoulder, "so lead the way, Commander."
His smile widens at the affirmations. He takes a moment to ponder a place where they'd all enjoy to spend the day. "..there is one place I've always wanted to check out.."
Heaven's Delight was as lively as ever: winners flocking in and out of the establishment, the neon lights glimmering in the warm, breezy evening, and cheery jazz could be heard from the inside. The three look around the club, taking in just how different the older modeled building was compared to the modernized surroundings.
Peter let out a quiet scoff as he looks over to Abel. "Of course you'd pick a club out of everything."
He rolls his eyes at the comment. "Yeah, my bad for having good taste." He'd playfully snap back, making sure to keep an eye on Emily as she ecstatically zips through the air. Just as she flies over the others, Abel gently catches her by the ankle, stopping her in midair like an achor. "You gotta calm down, Em."
She gives him an embarrassed pout, slowly sinking back down to the ground. "Sorryyyy- this place just looks so fun! It's all bright and colorful and different and-"
"We get it." The boys interrupt.
As they walk inside, winners were quick to bow their heads in respect of the higher ranked angels. They exchanged smiles, warm greetings, and even had the doors opened for them. And just as welcoming as the exterior was, the inside was breathtaking.
There were bars all around, filling the place with friendly laughter. A stage sits at the back of the club, musicians playing in a fast-paced classical melody. Tables were crowded with groups of friends, colleges, and possibly just acquaintance. Even if they were all complete strangers, there was an almost familial air to the place. Like no matter who you are, your background, you belonged here with everybody else. Perhaps that's what drew Abel in. He just wanted to feel as though he belonged here- belonged to his father's position- or even to Heaven itself. Here, he felt he belonged.
And also to make sure Emily doesn't bother any of the working staff.
"Wohooah- EmEmEmEm-" Abel gently grabs her by the waist before she could fly off again. "I know you're excited and all, but maybe we should just chillax for a second, yeah?"
She looks back to him, trying her best to hide a pout. "But- everyone is so NICE and PRETTY! I HAVE to talk to them- maybe become best friends and-"
"Wehe can do that in a minute!" He slips a chuckle at her childish excitement, slowly setting her down on the floor. "Let's grab a bite and listen to some tunes first. THEN we can socialize, okey dokey?"
Emily takes a deep breath, smoothing out her dress. "Yeah- alright. Maybe I should take it easy.. my heart's beating really fast.. but in a good way!"
"As- long as it's good..?" He didn't entirely know how to respond or what to think. But it wasn't the first time she's described it like that. "Peter, you wanna-" And that's when they realize that the saint was missing somehow. "Oh, gosh- Peter?!"
Emily could just make out the faintest sound of Peter's voice from beside her, and low and behold, the twink was sitting at a nearby bar with a glass of wine in his hand.
"Gosh, this stuff is amazing! Do you know the brand? Or where I could get some?" Saint Peter questions the bartender before taking another sip of the purplish wine.
Just before they could answer, he could feel the disappointed gaze of his friends boring holes in the back of his head. Maybe he wasn't as sneaky as he had hoped. "..if it makes you guys feel any better- this is the only glass I've had."
"And it'll be your last." Abel states bluntly as he sits on the stool next to Peter.
"Oh, c'mon, what's so bad about a glass of wine?"
"You start wanting more and more and suddenly we're listening to you preach the gospel for the fifth time. In Hebrew. Again."
He'd huff before defiantly glancing away. "Well, at least I'm using my intoxication to good use."
"You cried over the fish you used to eat in life." Emily points out.
"They were innocent beings!" He whines. "I should've been a vegan.."
"..was veganism a thing back then?"
"I don't think so.."
Peter pouts against the bar counter, leaving the poor worker behind them to just. Stare in complete confusion about the situation that was happening.
Just as the boys started to snack on some of the complementary crackers offered, Emily would nudge Peter's side. "Guys, look! The curtains are opening!"
The two look like from their cracker binge, watching as a winner stands on stage with a microphone in hand.
Their appearance was.. a bit unusual for an angel. Their hair almost flowed like a sort of liquor; a smile with very sharp, prominent teeth, and they didn't seem to have.. wings..
"How we doin' t'night, Heaven's Delight?" They graciously at the crowd. The club erupts in cheers as a response. Along with Emily.
He let put a chuckle- low, melodic, and genuine. Like a quiet blessing to the ears.
"Great to hear! Now, I'd like t' blame tha fellas up front-" he motions to the bartenders behind the trio, whom simply wave and salute to them back, "- for remindin' me of old Chuck Berry, 'n his hit number Johnny B. Goode. Take it away, boys!"
The musicians happily start up the music with the winner rhythmically tapping his foot to the beat.
"Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens.
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar just like a-ringin' a bell.
Go, go!
Go Johnny, go, go!
Go Johnny, go, go!
Go Johnny, go, go!
Go Johnny, go, go!
Johnny B. Goode."
"Woah," Saint Peter would comment, "he's really good."
"He is. I haven't heard anything from Mr. Berry in a hot minute." Abel agrees, glancing over to the very ecstatic Emily, literally bouncing up and down in her seat. "You enjoying the show, Em?"
"YES-" She blurts before having to calm herself. "This place is awsooooome! And the singer's AMAZING! I should learn those songs- who sings that again?"
"He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack.
Go sit beneath the tree by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers would see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
The people passing by they would stop and say,
"Oh my what that little country boy could play!"
Go, go!
Go Johnny, go, go!
Go Johnny, go, go!
Go Johnny, go, go!
Go Johnny, go, go!
Johnny B. Goode."
"A musician from.the sixties named Chuck Berry. He was pretty popular back in the day." Abel explained, munching on another cracker.
"Ooooh- did Adam teach you those songs?"
His eyes would quickly dart to the side before looking back to the singer. "Not really.. he wasn't much into jazz. I actually found it out myself. Sorta got into all the different forms from the twenties to sixties. Sadly, it kinda died out around this time." He sighs, though a smile returns apon paying closer attention to the preforming winner. "But, I'm glad to see it still lives on."
"His mother told him "someday you will be a man,
And you will be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down.
Maybe someday your name will be in lights,
Saying "Johnny B. Goode tonight."
Go, go!
Go Johnny, go!
Go, go, go Johnny, go!
Go, go, go Johnny, go!
Go, go, go Johnny, go!
Go.
Johnny B. Goode."
The audience erupted into cheers as the singer took his bow, bashfully glancing up towards the crowd with a smile. "Hehey- thank y'all for havin' me out t'night! I'll be hangin' 'round this place still. Have a good night!" They wave everyone goodbye as they slip behind the curtains.
Emily immediately bursts into squeals, spinning in her seat like a top. "Oh my gosh- that was AMAZING!! We HAVE to come back here- OH- OR WE CAN TALK TO HIM- can we do that?" She glances innocently at Abel.
"Well.. as long as he's willing to, I guess there's no harm in it."
That elicits another squeal from the young Seraphim, her wings fluttering as she catches a glimpse of the winner coming from backstage. "HAI- HELLO- I WANNA TALK-"
"EMILY- oh, c'mon.." Abel sighs as he watches her zip down to the poor angel.
Saint Peter looks over to him, slowly offering the last sip of his wine. Which Abel graciously takes. "Alright, let's go get 'er back."
"HAI- WAITOHNOWATCHOUTWATCHOUTWATCHOUT!!-"
They look up from buttoning their vest, immediately wide-eyed in concern. And then VERY real fear. "Wha- OHGOSH-" They tried to move out the way, but Emily full force KNOCKS them back into the backstage room, her wings instinctively wrapping around his body to soften the blow to his back against the wall. Which probably didn't do too much, unfortunately.
The two groan before Emily slowly lifts off of the winner, staring down to him worried. "Oooh, gosh I'm SO sorry- I didn't mean- please don't-"
She was cut off by the same melodic, yet weaked chuckle. "It's fine, it's fine. Didn't think I'd have such an adorin' fan.." he lightheartedly joked, though that sparkle in her eye made him second guess if that WAS a jest or not..
She stands up, helping him to his feet a bit too easily with his.. considerable size. Her large orbs stare up at him with pure admiration; wings fluttering gently behind her. "I just wanted to say how AWESOME You were on stage! Your voice- the song- your moments- EVERYTHING! YOU WERE GREAT!!" She had to force her wings not to lift her off the ground.
His face turned a noticeable gold as he bashfully turned away, a hand messing with his shirt collar. "Really? W- why thank you, ma'am! I do try my best, y'know.."
Before she could ramble on any longer, Abel and Peter would appear in the doorway, both staring the two down in varying levels of concern. "Are you both alright?" Abel worriedly asks.
The winner gently held up his hands, giving the two a dismissive wave. "We- we're fine. Just a little.. eh- flight accident."
Abel sighs, with Peter rubbing the sides of his eyes like a disappointed father. Or mother. Either could work for him. "We're so worry for her- she's.. always like that actually."
Emily gives a stern pout at his statement.
"Oh- it's nothin' really! Accidents happen, y'know." He responds lightly, looking over to Emily.
Some other employees would rush into the room, signaling for the other winner. He'd quickly try to straighten his uniform, going to head out the door before looking back to the others. "Uh- I have to work now. If you want- I could get y'all seated 'n take your orders. It'd look better than standin' here all night.."
Emily would immediately perk up, fluttering her wings as he followed them out of the backstage room. "Ohmygosh- YES- thank you!! Um.. Misterrrrrrr.."
"Tyke! You can jus' call me Tyke, Miss.."
"EMILY!! Or- Em- Emmy- E- WHATEVER- I go by whatever, haha!" She'd introduce with the energy of a spiked chihuahua, quickly grabbing Peter and Abel's hands to drag them along.
"Uh- thanks a lot, Tyke. Sorry to bother you after your performance, though.."
"No trouble, really. I do this every few days 'r so, actually. I'm jus' glad folks enjoy the shows!" He flashes the group a smile before motioning for an empty booth.
"Yeah, we really enjoyed it!" Abel scoots on the leathery seat beside Emily, letting Peter have a row to himself.
"Absolutely! I haven't been to anything like this in centuries- but this was a blast!" Peter agrees. "Maybe we should take more time off.."
They chuckle at Emily's enthusiastic nod, "We should come here every day!!"
"Well, I dunno about that.."
"Mean, we are opened Monday t' Friday from eight till eleven-"
"Let's not give her ideas." Abel quickly cuts him off, yet earns that melodic chuckle from the winner.
Maybe coming by here everyday doesn't sound so bad though...
• Backstory: In her mortal life, she got married very young with Vincent & lived a seemingly happy marriage with him unaware of secret cult & murder spree while she took care of the house.
One night, while she was pregnant with Shannon, she discovered her husband's vile secret when she went to her workplace without him noticing her.
She later secretly go through divorce papers, not wanting her child to be born in this evilness. But then, she was found murdered at home by the anchor woman whose lover had died in the hand of her now ex-husband.
Years later in heaven, she got remarried to Robert & her child was reborn as Sharkia. She almost forgot about her ex-husband until he appeared on all the TV screens announcing threats of the extermination on Heaven.
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Niki has been redesigned, and I also made this version to mimic Vivziepop style, in my style you can tell He's chubby, but in Vivz I noticed everyone looks thinner than they actually are.
I also revisioned her backstory, it's all on my Toyhou.se
Her story in short after the cut, beware of the TW!
TW: violence, death, killing.
Niki used to be a professional dancer when alive, but one day she got attacked at her house by a cultist and died due to the injuries. Due to her way of passing she developed lots of fear and trusted no one in Heaven.
One day a group of rebelling exorcists kidnapped her because she talked badly about Adam, and they kicked her to Hell after cutting her wings so she couldn't fly back.
After the shock of the events, she found the Hotel on the news, and decided it would be the safest place. They need to contact Heaven to get her back, but Vox happened and well... It had to wait. In the meantime, she's playing a supporting role at the Hotel, as a consultant when in therapy and such.
I left a lot of info out, but those are the basics. Her goal is to go back to Heaven while she fears doing so, as she feels unwelcomed.
I'm considering making Adam a sinner in this AU as well.
