Helluva Boss And Hazbin Hotel React To One Helluva Broken Day

He is a demon but also he is a fallen angel. After the war with seraph, he lost his love and became a demon with a broken heart, until he met a girl.

‘She was his salvation. He would be her damnation.’ To escape her Father’s choking cage over her, Eve Bianchi didn't need a knight. She needed a monster. And she chose Lucille ‘Hellhound’ Hellfire— a man the Mafia world feared for his madness and cruelty. He agreed to be her husband. He never agreed to be gentle. His obsession is a collar around her soul. He doesn't want her obedience; he wants her surrender. To feel her pulse throb against his palm as he reminds her that every gasp of air is a gift from him. ⸻ Content Warnings: obsession, possession, stalking, manipulation, toxic power dynamics, dubious consent, worship/degradation, breath play, BDSM, violence, cursing, criminal activity, morally grey characters, unhealthy romance and of course, explicit sexual details.

Kidnapped by the Demon who slaughtered her pack, Seraphine Lowell was raised as a Hellhound, rather than a werewolf. Sera assumed her fated mate had died with the others, but while on a job with her Demonic Master, she crosses paths with the Alpha fated to her. Determined to keep Seraphine under his thumb, the demon drags her back to Hell and promises Seraphine she will be breeding stock instead. Will Seraphine be able to break free from the Demon who holds her leash and escape her fate? Or will her mate be forced to serve in the Hellish legion alongside her?

“Sorry, but due to the holiday, we’re overbooked. Your reservation has been canceled. Here’s a fifty-dollar voucher as compensation.” The hotel front desk clerk handed me a voucher with a perfunctory tone. I looked at her coldly. Then, I looked at the man next to her, who had just arrived. He had not even shown his ID, yet the clerk respectfully handed him a presidential suite key card. “Why can he check in without even showing an ID? Meanwhile, my room, which I booked a full week in advance, was canceled without explanation. And all I get is a lousy fifty-dollar voucher?” The front desk clerk let out a scornful laugh as she walked up to me. “Because he’s Mr. Ludwig, the heir of Grandview Group! His family owns the entire hotel. Do you think it’s just a matter of one room? If he wanted the whole hotel emptied out tonight, we’d do it. Who do you think you are? “If you keep standing here causing trouble and getting in his way, I’ll have security drag you outside and beat some sense into you. Now, get out!” Two security guards stepped forward. They grabbed me by the hair and roughly pulled me toward the door. My scalp hurt badly from the pulling, and my clothes were wrinkled. The front desk clerk’s shouts trailed behind me. “Next time, stay in a motel. People like you can’t afford to travel on a holiday.” I looked at the hotel’s grand entrance. Instead of shouting, I let out a quiet, exasperated laugh. The heir to Grandview Group, huh? They probably did not know that their lofty heir was right in front of them, and that he was being humiliated by their staff. Since they refused to serve guests decently, only catered to people with status, and did not think twice about hurting and humiliating their other customers, this hotel might as well shut down.

Married for five years, Lorenzo, the underboss of the Moretti family, had never been without a woman. He found my “noble lady” posture stiff and vanilla. Dancers from Trinacria, headliners from the city’s nightclubs, his rotating stream of mistresses could fill the entire estate. Yet whenever I was displeased, whether it was throwing drinks or kicking someone out, Lorenzo never intervened. He’d only lit his cigar with casual amusement and said, “Relax. It’s just fun. No one can touch your position.” Then a clumsy, naive maid appeared. Unlike the others, she wasn’t flashy. However, when Lorenzo returned, bloodied, she’d hand him a cup of warm tea, her eyes red-rimmed. She watched him with pure admiration while he handled the family business. Lorenzo said the estate felt cold and lifeless except for her. He said only when she panicked did he feel like a hero being needed, rather than just a husband in a political marriage. Until she accidentally broke an antique vase left by my mother… Before I could react, Lorenzo stepped in and shielded her trembling form, glaring at me as if I were the enemy. “What’s wrong with you? If you’re crazy, go see a shrink. Don’t scare her like a rabid dog!” Watching his careful, protective expression, I smiled. I guess it was time for the Moretti family underboss to be replaced.

When a tourist’s corpse is discovered in a tranquil Akyaka graveyard completely drained of blood and gnawed by ghouls, rookie detective Manolya Kara is thrust into the dark underbelly of her Turkish seaside hometown Akyaka. What the mundane police report calls a tragic accident, Manolya knows is black magic. Armed with her hidden hellblade and the telepathic guidance of her invisible angelic companion, Aziz, Manolya prepares to hunt. But the investigation grows complicated when the elite Wellness Alliance deploys backup: Kayhan, an insufferably arrogant shadowmender who views her as a fragile civilian liability. As a sinister force begins invading Manolya’s mind with terrifying visions of smoldering red eyes, her mental shields begin to shatter. To stop a nightmare capable of stripping away her magical defenses, Manolya must survive a rising tide of demonic forces and learn to trust the partner she desperately wants to punch. A predatory evil is watching from the shadows, hungry for a new vessel and power, and it has its smoldering red eyes set perfectly on Manolya.