My Hazbin Origin Story(MHOS): Part 1 I'm a bitch with a back story

It's the 1970's and after the law failing to get me justice I have become a vigilante.

It started with the demon who defiled me and walked away scott free, but by that point I was so filled with hatred and a deep seeded feeling of injustice that I didn't feel like I had done my part yet. More of them needed to meet their demise. They needed to feel the fear they inflicted on others. They needed to see my face when they felt it. There is no fixing monsters like them, but giving them a reason to be afraid when they watch the evening news was enough for me.

I travelled for work so I had plenty of fresh new targets and no one tracking my every move as I moved across states, countries, oceans. No one was out of my reach, it was one of the perks of being an ESL teacher. With an hour glass figure, raven black hair and hazel eyes, I tend to draw a lot of attention. That attention makes it easy for me to have my choice of targets. My being a woman makes it that no matter the attention I get, it's never suspect. Women can't be serial killers after all, that's preposterous!

My weapon of choice was knives, my method of choice, fear. It started with a seduction. I would watch, learn, find out what they most desired and became her for a night. Fragile? Sweet? Innocently sexy? Maybe they liked a woman who knew what she wanted and would take it. I could make any little scenario work. Predators are an easy sell when you know what their prey is.

The night I met my demise was a tragic night indeed. I had found a target, I had made my way into his sadistic little world, I was building up to a night of sweet justice when he caught me off guard. A man who had been watching the news, and had suspected that I was too perfect. I was outfoxed and it cost me everything. Had I brought him to the motel on the lake that I wanted instead of agreeing to go camping with him, I believe that night would have ended differently. A lesson I learned too late. Never let a man take you into the woods.

Now here I am, a new soul in hell, and the overlords can smell the fresh blood..