The Eldritch Archives

An exact anatomy of the (ir)redeemable mind

You had always been quite content in Hell, living on the outskirts of Pentagram city, getting paid for your medical research, and having a steady stream of idiots to supply it. Hell sure wasn’t short on those. Things change, though, when a demon of renown arrives on your doorstep with flattering words and a titillating offer: You can work at this so-called ‘Hazbin Hotel’ as a psychiatrist and be paid in your vices. Who could say no to that? It might prove a little difficult though, given how you already appear to have met your soon-to-be-patients, except now… you might actually have to get to know each other.

The Librarian's Sect(ion)

As a librarian in hell that serves the demon elite, getting a request for a book retrieval is not something unheard of. However, when you are being asked for by the Radio demon himself and find yourself standing in front of a dilapidated hotel with a unique cast of characters inside, it soon becomes apparent that the simple assignment was nothing but a ploy. Your past life will prove to be a valuable asset while navigating the personal and political intricacies of Hell, as you are quickly surrounded by an increasingly enticing troupe of demons who all seem to want something from you. After all the world is a stage, and the stage is a world of entertainment... (Please note that this work is pre-canon established in season 1 meaning that it is largely based on headcanons and the information that was online around the pilot)

Birds with broken wings

“Give me impotent obsession and disregard for laws” A hunting job takes a turn when you find yourself sold out and ambushed, caught in a shoot-out in some abandoned ghost town. When all hope seems lost a handsome, stand-offish fellow hunter comes in to offer you a hand and you end up travelling together as he takes you to the nearest medical aid. But, was him stumbling upon your predicament really that much of a coincidence? Thirsty reader-insert fic, about being out on those lonely roads with a hot cowboy who is absolutely infatuated with you.

On these crumbling steps

“I found my religion in you.” After months of separation, being stuck on separate jobs, Striker finds himself on his way back, victorious but hurt and silently wondering what his reunion with you will be like. It’s so unlike him. He’s, after all, attached to none. He’s goddamn Striker, for fuck’s sake! He has no home, no religion, no love. Just his horse, the open road, and plenty of demons jumping at the chance for him to fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. So why does he find himself worrying what the separation has done to your connection? Taking shelter from the scorching heat outside in a dilapidated old chapel, he runs into someone he didn’t quite expect.

Welcome to the Circus

On your way home from work in the Lust Ring you swing by Ozzie’s to drop off a package. What you don’t expect is to find your boss’s lover, Fizzarolli, hiding in the back office, trying to keep himself together while having a panic attack, nor could you expect the series of events that follow.

Induction into the Family

Necessity forces you and Crimson to work together to eliminate a shared annoyance. When the meeting gets interrupted and you have to take shelter with the crime lord, you find yourself in a unique position to teach this man a valuable lesson about power and control. A very thirsty and problematic reader-insert fic, about taking advantage of a cruel man, who is so used to taking advantage of demons himself.