In a cramped, dimly lit bedroom of an old house, a seventeen-year-old boy named Aiden hunched over his glowing computer screen. The clock on the wall read 3:27 AM. Reddit tabs were open everywhere—power-scaling debates, anime memes, and endless arguments. Right now, he was deep in a thread where someone was desperately trying to argue that a heavily nerfed Mahito could beat Alastor from *Hazbin Hotel*.
"Bro… this is literally removing the detonator from the bomb so the cancer kid can win," Aiden muttered to himself, rubbing his tired eyes. He was exhausted. These endless versus debates always went the same way: fanboys twisting rules until their favorite character looked invincible. He glanced at the clock again, sighed, and finally shut his laptop.
"Fuck it… bedtime."
He stretched his stiff back, shuffled over to his bed, and collapsed face-first into the pillow. Sleep came fast—too fast.
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A vast, endless void surrounded him. There was no up, no down, no left or right—just infinite darkness stretching in every direction. In the center of nothing, Aiden floated, weightless and helpless.
"It's… so hard to move…" he whispered, his voice echoing strangely.
Distant footsteps approached from somewhere in the blackness. He tried to turn his head, but his body refused to obey. All he could see were white pants and polished shoes stepping closer. Then, without warning, everything exploded into blinding white light.
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When consciousness returned, it came with pain.
Aiden gasped, his eyes snapping open. He was lying on a dusty floor inside what looked like an abandoned office building. But this wasn't his body.
Thick stitches ran across his pale skin like cracked porcelain. Long white hair spilled over his shoulders and down to his waist. His hands—slender, almost elegant, yet undeniably wrong—trembled as he lifted them to his face. A weak reddish glow pulsed faintly along the seams, as if his soul was still forcibly stitching itself into this new vessel.
"Shit… my head…" he groaned. His voice was higher-pitched, playful, and unsettlingly familiar. It wasn't his own.
He touched his throat, then traced the stitches across his torso with growing horror. Memories that weren't fully his flickered at the edges of his mind—idle transfiguration, soul manipulation, the Domain Expansion *Self-Embodiment of Perfection*.
"What the hell is happening to my voice…?" He tried to stand, but his legs gave out immediately, sending him crashing back to the floor. "Where am I?"
For several long minutes he sat there, legs crossed, breathing heavily. Panic clawed at his chest, but he forced it down. *Okay, Aiden. Think. You're not dead… probably. Organ harvesting? Crazy surgery? Some fucked-up VR experiment?*
No. This felt too real.
He eventually managed to push himself up. His lower body was covered in a strange, pale fur-like texture that seemed to shift and hide his more private areas. Slowly, one shaky step at a time, he learned to walk again.
"Alright… one step at a time," he whispered, steadying himself against a cracked wall.
He made his way to a broken window and looked outside.
The sight nearly made him vomit.
This wasn't Earth. Towering, grotesque buildings stretched into a blood-red sky. Demons of every shape roamed the streets—mummified creatures, humanoid plants, beings dressed in Victorian attire mixed with modern punk, shark-like sinners, and things that looked like they'd crawled out of every nightmare humanity had ever dreamed. Explosions and distant screams echoed between the structures.
"Jesus Christ… where the fuck am I?"
His mind raced. Then a terrible realization hit him. He stumbled back to a dusty mirror hanging crookedly on the wall and stared at his reflection.
Pale grayish skin. Heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one yellow. That signature stitched smile.
"No… no way." His hands flew to his face. "I'm… Mahito? I'm that fucking Mahito?"
The realization crashed over him like ice water. He wasn't just in some random hell. He was in the *Hazbin Hotel* universe—the Pride Ring. The place where human sinners ended up after death, reshaped by their lives and the manner of their demise.
He laughed shakily, the sound disturbingly close to the curse's canonical giggle.
"Okay… okay, calm down, Aiden. You're a special-grade curse now. In Hell. In a world full of overlords, demons, and one overly optimistic princess trying to redeem sinners." He ran a hand through his long white hair. "This is either the best or worst isekai ever."
The abandoned building he was in looked like it had once been some kind of office or small headquarters. A large waiting area, a meeting room, and a boss's office with black-and-red decor. A cracked crimson window overlooked the chaotic streets below.
"Better than waking up in a dumpster, I guess."
He sat down in the worn leather boss chair and powered up an ancient computer on the desk. The connection was painfully slow, but it worked. After some digging through what seemed to be a sinner-made wiki for newcomers, the pieces fell into place.
The Pride Ring. Pentagram City. Overlords who owned souls like property. The Morningstar family. Charlie's hotel. And far above them all—Lucifer himself.
Aiden leaned back, spinning slowly in the chair, a manic grin spreading across his new face.
"Mahito's body… soul manipulation… the ability to reshape people on a fundamental level." His eyes gleamed. "In a place where power is literally measured by how many souls you own? I could break this entire system if I wanted to."
He thought about Kenjaku's plans back in *Jujutsu Kaisen*—using Mahito to awaken thousands of sorcerers. The black flash potential. The copied Domain. The sheer adaptability of Idle Transfiguration.
But here? Contracts, deals, overlord politics, angelic weapons, and the annual Extermination…
"This is going to be complicated," he muttered, staring out through the cracked red window. "I don't even know how to properly use soul manipulation yet. And I definitely don't have the cursed energy control Mahito had in his prime."
Still… there were opportunities. Characters he actually liked from the show—Sir Pentious, Baxter. Maybe he could work with them. Maybe he could find a way back to the human world. Or maybe… he could carve out his own empire here.
Aiden let out a long breath and closed his eyes, exhaustion finally catching up to his new body.
"Well… welcome to your new afterlife, Mahito 2.0. Or should I say… Aiden-to?"
He smirked at his own stupid joke.
For now, he needed rest. Mastering this body and its terrifying power would have to wait until tomorrow.
End of Prologue
Hey guys, sorry for the previous mistake, I usually write in Spanish but I've corrected it now, what Lea seems like is the remake.
Its Peak?
Well, I think I'll put a metal of 10 power stones for bonus chapters.