Emily From Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

After what feels like an eternity, Emily comes out wearing a pretty baby blue one piece with glitter all over it. “How do I look Uncle Mark?” she looks up at me with those little expectant eyes. I know exactly what she wants to hear and I am not gonna disappoint her “you look exactly like princess Elsa from Frozen, very pretty little Em” Emily looks at me bewildered “she’s not a princess, she’s a queen” I hit my head in mock disgust “how silly of me, of course she’s a queen” Em smiles at me and I am momentarily taken aback to the way Lizzy smiles at me.

Making someone vampire from their area and adding them to your own clan was not allowed but he couldn’t say no to a helpless girl. Hyun Bin was suspicious of her from the start. Emily’s name was not Emily, it was Lin Liah. Emily name belonged to Eric’s real girlfriend ‘Kim Emily’ who died a tragic death after Liah entered the clan. Liah was very close to Emily and Hyun Bin thinks she used her to get close to Eric. Emily was already weak after the first wolf attack when Eric saved their whole clan. Eric always kept her in protection. She was not allowed to go alone anywhere.

But it was from that moment Nima would start to lose her demonic power little by little. Emily had slept with a lot of men, being a creature of darkness, lust, and desires. She could do as she wanted. She had hypnotized humans and drank some of their blood to quench her hunger. Everything would surely be different with their mate, and not being able to be in Nima's body and be with their mate together is like torture. More than ever, Emily wants to forgo the risk and kill the body she resided in to go back to Nima.

Tonight, that legacy was turning seventy. I looked across the tables set out with fresh flowers and gold-rimmed plates and spotted Emily, laughing at something Damian had just whispered in her ear. I smiled without thinking. She was wearing a pale blue dress that floated when she walked, and her dark hair was pinned loosely, a few curls falling in front of her face. It was strange how quickly I had warmed to her. But then again, Emily wasn’t like Maya. Emily didn’t slither through rooms. She didn’t cast shadows or build alliances with secrets. She was genuine, thoughtful, and, most of all, kind.

Emily was walking a dangerous path, entangled with a man who sought to exploit her vulnerabilities for his own gain. I held my breath as I saw Emily's figure emerge from the shadows, clutching a bundle of papers in her hand. The moonlight cast an eerie glow on her face, highlighting the determination and desperation that drove her actions. As she met with Sebastian, I strained to hear their words, my heart heavy with a mix of worry and regret.

"Remember when you shouted before because of–" He was cut off when Richard tsked. "Do you want me to drop you off the plane this instant?" Alias retaliated but he went back to his seat quietly. Emily laughed because of that, she's even giving Richard a questioning look asking if that's true. "Do you want to watch or not?" He's clearly annoyed so Emily just cleared her throat. "Play any horror movies and I will break that damn screen in front of you." Emily pouted and quickly turned on the device. She just chose an animated film, "Coco" because she haven't watched it, she's curious because she heard it's good.

I chuckled. I only just realised that she'd worn a wig the last time we saw. Her hair was cut low. “It was annoying me.” She explained, in an undertone. “I respect that. ” I said, clearing my throat. Small talk was over. We needed to start talking about why we were there. “Emily, believe me or not, it only just occurred to me yesterday, that Damon's wife was Zyna, FROM groomers, YOUR own Zyna!” With the same enthusiasm I still felt.

Damien looked down at the old photograph again slowly while confusion settled heavily inside his chest. “How do you know her?” he murmured quietly. Rain tapped softly against the motel windows while the silence inside the room deepened around him. Nothing about this made sense anymore. Rafael had described Helena as dangerous. As brilliant. As someone connected to the experiments and the agency itself. So why did Emily carry her photograph inside her wallet like something precious? Damien lowered himself slowly onto the edge of the motel bed while continuing to stare at the picture. Emily looked happy in it. Safe.

She smiled when I met her eyes, but something about it felt tight, like she was smiling through a thought she didn’t want to share. By lunch, the air had shifted back to normal. Or close to it. Julie and I sat near the cafeteria window, unpacking our food. She was telling me about her chemistry teacher’s meltdown over someone microwaving fish in class — her impersonation was spot-on, and I laughed so hard my drink almost came out my nose. That’s when I heard Connor’s voice from behind me. “Hey, Emma!” I turned around, and there he was with Ethan and Liam trailing behind, trays in hand. Ethan’s grin was easy, confident — the kind that carried a room without trying.