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Part 3 pooks

Ryoba sits on a luxurious red couch in the Hazbin Hotel, her posture as composed and elegant as ever despite the faint ache in her chest where the angelic wound still lingers. It's been days since the battle with Adam, and though her demonic resilience has helped her recover physically, the psychological wound of failure still burns brightly.

As she gazes around the opulent, albeit eccentric decor of the hotel, she catches the ever-present smile of Alastor out of the corner of her eye. He has been unusually quiet since they both recovered, which, in her experience, was never a good sign.

Finally, unable to tolerate his silence any longer, she speaks, her voice calm but laced with an edge. "Are you going to keep looming over me like a shadow, or do you actually want something?"

Alastor's static-filled laughter echoes through the room, though his red eyes glint with something far more sinister. He strides over, still wearing that eternal smile. "Well, my dear, I was simply admiring your persistence. After all, few can claim to have survived an encounter with divine wrath. Even fewer can say they've owed me a favor afterward."

Ryoba tenses slightly but keeps her expression neutral. She knew this moment was coming. Alastor didn’t do anything without expecting something in return. “I’m sure you’ve been thinking about it ever since,” she says smoothly. “So, what is it? What do you want in return for your 'charity' ?”

Alastor’s grin widens, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I believe I’ve finally figured out what I’d like in return for saving your life.” He takes a step closer, his voice dropping slightly, making the air between them thrum with anticipation. “I’d like you to work at this lovely hotel.”

For a moment, Ryoba stares at him, unsure if she’s heard him correctly. She blinks once, then narrows her eyes. “Not a chance,” she says, her voice cold and dismissive. "I'm an overlord, not some hotel staff. You can take your request and shove it."

Alastor chuckles darkly, shaking his head slowly as if she were a child throwing a tantrum. "Ah, but you see, this isn’t just a request, my dear. It’s a debt. And I always collect on my debts."

Ryoba rises from the couch, standing toe to toe with him, her elegant composure threatening to crack. “And if I refuse?” she asks icily.

Alastor’s smile never falters, though the air grows heavier with menace. He leans in closer, his voice taking on an almost saccharine tone. “Oh, you could refuse, of course. But then, I might feel inclined to encourage you to quit being an overlord altogether.” His eyes flash red, and the undercurrent of threat is impossible to miss. "After all, Hell doesn’t need more competition, does it?"

Ryoba’s smile strains, but she forces herself to remain calm. As much as she hated to admit it, Alastor had her cornered. He had the power to ruin her reputation, and worse, he knew it. She wasn’t about to lose her status, not when she had worked so hard to climb the ranks.

After a long, tense silence, she sighs, “Fine. I’ll take the hotel job.”

Alastor’s grin broadens, his entire demeanor brightening as if they were discussing something as mundane as tea. “Splendid!” he exclaims, clapping his hands together. “I knew you’d see reason.”

Ryoba turns away from him, refusing to let him see how much this stung. Working at the hotel was a humiliating prospect, but at least it wasn’t losing her position as an overlord. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Alastor was enjoying this far more than he should.

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Meanwhile, in his sleek, high-tech tower, Vox is watching Ryoba's every move with a sinister gleam in his digital eyes. The footage of her fight with Adam, and her subsequent collapse, has been edited to perfection. He had captured every moment - he impact, the faltering, the vulnerability she so desperately tried to hide.

And now? It was time to show all of Hell just how weak the fifth overlord truly was.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, Vox hits the "send" button. Instantly, the footage is transmitted across every screen, every device in Hell. The title is plastered in bold letters: *“Overlord of Serenity; Fall from Grace”*.

A cruel smile spreads across Vox's face. "Let’s see how she handles this."

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In the hotel lobby, the atmosphere is calm. Angel Dust is lounging on a couch, flipping through channels on the massive TV, while Charlie and Vaggie are engaged in quiet conversation. Ryoba sits in the corner, quietly observing, knowing full well that she was now tied to this hotel whether she liked it or not.

Suddenly, the TV flickers, and a breaking news banner scrolls across the screen. Angel Dust sits up, intrigued. "Oh, what’s this? More Hell drama?"

The screen changes, showing the Hazbin Hotel residents a familiar figure - Ryoba, mid-fight with Adam, followed by footage of her collapsing, helpless. Vox’s voice narrates mockingly, “Overlord Ryoba Aishi, who claimed to be a force of elegance and power - was struck down by divine wrath. Is this the end of her reign? Has the fifth overlord met her match?”

Angel Dust’s eyes widen, and a slow smirk spreads across his face. “Well, well, would ya look at that! Didn’t think we’d be getting free entertainment today.”

Vaggie glances back at Ryoba, arching a brow. “Guess you didn’t see that coming, huh?”

All eyes in the room turn toward Ryoba, who remains seated, her expression unreadable. Inside, however, She wants nothing more than to tear Vox’s smug face apart for this humiliation, but she knows she can’t let it show. Not now.

Instead, she lets a slow, confident smirk tug at the corner of her lips. She stands up, casually brushing her hand through her hair as she meets the gazes of the others. “Ah, so that’s what this is about,” she says smoothly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “A desperate attempt to embarrass me. How cute.”

Charlie, who has been silent, offers Ryoba a sympathetic smile. “That’s... awful, Ryoba. If there’s anything we can do to-”

But Ryoba cuts her off, holding up a hand. “Don’t pity me, Charlie,” she says coldly. “Vox may think he’s clever, but this changes nothing.” She turns toward the TV, where her downfall is playing on an endless loop. Her smirk deepens, though her eyes burn with unspoken rage. “Let him have his fun. I’m still here, and I’m still an overlord.”

Vaggie narrows her eyes, sensing the anger bubbling beneath Ryoba’s calm facade. “You sure about that? A hit like that, especially with Vox broadcasting it: could hurt your reputation pretty bad.”

Ryoba turns her icy gaze on Vaggie, a chilling smile on her lips. “Let them think what they want. I’ll handle Vox... in due time.”

Angel cackles from the couch, clearly enjoying the drama. “Ohoho, nowthat’s the spirit! Smack ‘em right back, girl.”

But Alastor, who had been quietly watching from the shadows, steps forward, his grin as sharp as ever. “Oh, I’m certain Ryoba will handle this quite... efficiently,” he says smoothly. “After all, she has much to prove now. Isn’t that right, dear?”

Ryoba glances at him, her smirk fading slightly as she registers the underlying mockery in his tone. She knew this was far from over. Vox had humiliated her, but she would make sure it was nothing compared to the revenge she had planned.

For now, though, she had no choice but to play along with Alastor’s little game. "Yes, of course," she replies, her voice as sweet as poison. "I always rise above... eventually."

The tension in the room hangs thick in the air, with everyone waiting to see what Ryoba will do next. But Ryoba simply turns away, her eyes narrowing as she plots her next move.

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(A/N) Hii pookies, just got back from school, took a GCSE class!! This writing has helped me a lot with stress so I hope you guys are enjoying! Yes this fanfic will mostly be about my OC but I'm fully committed (Mostly after I've finished this book) To write a Radiostatic story which will hopefully be quite interesting xxx

part 4 tmrw ofc!

Vox & Alastor angst coming soon 🔥

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Part 2 ♥

Alastor stands on shaky legs, fighting through the lingering effects of the angelic energy. His usually confident stride is reduced to a slow, uneven limp as he pushes himself toward the alley where Ryoba collapsed. The angelic power had hit them both hard, but for some reason, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that letting Ryoba die here, in the shadows, wouldn't do.

Maybe it was the challenge she represented, or maybe it was the twisted sense of amusement he derived from seeing how far she'd go to prove herself. Whatever the reason, leaving her here wasn't an option.

He stumbles into the narrow alley, spotting Ryoba's unconscious form slumped against the wall. Her usually composed, elegant face is pale, her breathing shallow. The divine wound still burns in her arm, glowing faintly in the dim light.

"You owe me, Ryoba," he mutters, staggering as he starts to make his way back to the hotel. "And I always collect."

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The door swings open with a bang as Alastor stumbles into the hotel, Ryoba's unconscious body in his arms. His ever-present grin is still in place, though it's clear he's struggling, his normally impeccable posture drooping under the weight of both the angelic wound and Ryoba.

Angel looks up from the couch where he's lounging, cigarette between his lips, and raises an eyebrow at the sight. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Didn't know you had such a soft spot for your fellow overlords, Smiles. Who knew you were the heroic type?"

Vaggie crosses her arms, eyeing Alastor skeptically. "Don't get too excited, Angel. Knowing Alastor, he probably did it just for fun. There's no way he actually cares."

Alastor chuckles softly, though the sound is strained. He sets Ryoba down gently on the nearest couch, wincing as he straightens up, feeling the lingering effects of the angelic energy pulsing through his veins.

Angel Dust cocks his head, smirking as he blows out a puff of smoke. "So, what's the deal? Saving damsels in distress now, Radio Demon?"

Alastor's smile flickers as he glances at Ryoba, still unconscious. "Oh, this?" he says, his voice laced with amusement despite the fatigue creeping into his tone. "Merely collecting a future favor. It's always... wise to invest in one's rivals."

Before anyone can respond, Alastor stumbles. His legs buckle beneath him, and the world tilts. He barely manages to stay standing as a wave of dizziness overtakes him, the lingering angelic energy finally overwhelming his normally boundless strength.

Angel Dust raises an eyebrow as Alastor sways on his feet, clearly on the verge of collapse. "Whoa, whoa, hold up there, Smiles. Didn't know you were into playing the martyr, too."

Alastor opens his mouth to respond, but the words die on his lips as his vision blurs completely. He barely registers the concerned look on Vaggie's face before his body gives out, and he collapses, hitting the ground hard.

The hotels residents watch with wide eyes as Alastor falls, uncharacteristically silent for a moment.

Vaggie, arms crossed, watches Alastor and Ryoba with a wary expression. "Angel wounds are no joke, Angel Dust. He might be one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, but even he can't just brush off divine energy like it's nothing."

Angel Dust smirks. "Sure, but that doesn't explain why he of all demons would go out of his way to save her. Thought he'd be more the 'sit back and watch the fireworks' kind of guy."

Vaggie shrugs. "Maybe it was for fun. Maybe it's part of some bigger game. Or maybe..." She glances at Ryoba, still unconscious on the couch, then back to Alastor, collapsed on the floor. "Maybe they've got some twisted rivalry we don't know about. Whatever it is, it's probably not just because he cares."

Angel Dust flicks his cigarette ash into a nearby tray, grinning. "Yeah, well, guess we'll find out when they wake up. If they wake up."

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Alastor and Ryoba have been moved to the hotel's makeshift medical area. Charlie and Husk hover nearby, tending to them as best they can, though neither demon is exactly equipped to handle wounds inflicted by divine beings.

Charlie frowns as she examines the faint glow of the angelic wound still pulsing on Ryoba's arm and Alastors chest. "This isn't healing the way a normal wound would. We might need more than just time for this to go away."

Husk grumbles under his breath as he adjusts Alastor's position on the bed. "Yeah, well, you know how it is. Angelic wounds don't exactly come with a 'how to fix it' manual."

Charlie bites her lip, worry creasing her brow. "Do you think they'll be okay? I mean, they're both strong, but this is... different."

Husk takes a swig from his flask before answering. "If they survive, they'll be back to their usual scheming in no time. But if that angelic energy stays too long... well, let's just say we better have a backup plan."

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Back in his control room, Vox watches the footage on his screen with a smirking expression. He'd seen Alastor stagger back to the hotel with Ryoba, and now both of them were out cold, barely holding on.

Velvette glances over at him, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "So, Alastor saved her after all. Didn't see that coming."

Vox narrows his eyes, fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of his chair. "Interesting," he murmurs. "I didn't think he'd be so... direct. Saving someone like Ryoba isn't exactly his style."

Velvette giggles. "Maybe they're friends now. Think they'll start having tea parties and sleepovers?"

Vox smirks. "Hardly. Alastor doesn't do anything without a reason. He saved her, sure - but now she owes him. And that's something he'll collect on, sooner or later."

Velvette tilts her head, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "You gonna show the footage now? Could be a good time."

Vox shakes his head. "No. Not yet. I think I'll wait. Let them both recover first. It'll be far more entertaining to watch them struggle, knowing I have this in my back pocket."

He leans forward, his smile widening as he switches off the screen. "And when the time is right... I'll make sure all of Hell knows just how far their pride took them."

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Charlie looks up, "They'll wake up soon, right? They have to."

Angel leans back in his chair, blowing a puff of smoke toward the ceiling. "Eh, I dunno. Smiles took a big hit. You don't just walk off an angel wound, y'know."

Vaggie crosses her arms, glancing between Alastor and Ryoba. "Whatever happens when they wake up, it's not going to be pretty. Ryoba owes Alastor now, and you know how much he loves holding favors over people."

Angel Dust grins, flicking the ash off his cigarette. "Yeah, that's gonna be real fun to watch."

The scene lingers on the two unconscious overlords, their wounds glowing faintly in the dark room, before slowly fading to black.

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(A/N) HII Y'ALL, so now that Alastor owes Ryoba a favor I'm thinking where I could go with this already, if you are reading this then tysm for making it to the end! I hope this story interests you x

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Melodies with the heart, A Demons dance with Desire: Part 1 [RadioStatic] [FanFic]

Hells sky, streaked with ominous clouds, seemed to pulse with the chaotic energy of the annual Extermination. Shadows twisted and darted through the streets, demons scrambling like roaches before the approaching extermination. Screams echoed in the air, a cacophony of fear that marked this dark event, coming through the alleys and rooftops. High above, the Exterminators descended.

For most, this was a time of terror, a moment to hide and pray. For Alastor, it was a show.

He stood amid the mayhem, a figure of dark elegance against the backdrop of chaos. The Radio Demon. He surveyed the scene with unshakeable delight, his sharp grin widening as he took in the pandemonium. His red eyes glinted with amusement, and the crackling sound of his laughter filled the air as he held his staff between his fingers.

"Well, well, well!" Alastor called out,.

"Our little festival is in full swing! Such delightful chaos, don’t you think? You’d think they’d learn by now that the demons of Hell don’t like visitors!"

He spun around, arms open wide, basking in the madness. Nearby, demons tried to fend off the Exterminators, only to be struck down, their howls of agony harmonizing with Alastor’s amusement. It was a grim performance, one that Alastor relished.

Then, from the heavens, a figure descended, it was Adam, leader of the Exorcists, landed with a flamboyant flourish, a goofy grin plastered across his face. His halo shimmered, and his vibrant wings fluttered with a life of their own.

“Hey, Alastor!” Adam called, his voice bright and teasing. “Mind if I crash your little party? I brought some heavenly justice just for you!”

Alastor chuckled, his eyes gleaming. “Ah, the main act finally arrives! You certainly know how to make an entrance. Shall we dance?”

Without waiting for a response, Adam lunged forward, his guitar glowing with divine energy. Alastor barely had time to react as the Exterminator charged, his expression a mix of playful mischief and fierce determination.

“Catch me if you can!” Adam shouted, his tone light as he aimed his weapon at Alastor.

The battle began - a blend of sheer power. Alastor wielded his cane, summoning waves of tentacles that erupted around him, each pulse accompanied by crackling static and the ghostly echoes of laughter. Yet Adam, with his childlike glee, danced around the strikes with surprising agility.

“Nice moves!” Adam called, dodging another of Alastor’s spells. “But have you ever tried twirling? It adds flair to your.. whoops!”

Alastor seized the moment, sending out a wave of energy that sent Adam staggering. “Oh, dear Adam, your humor is delightful but a bit over the top, wouldn’t you say? Perhaps more suited for a Saturday morning cartoon than a battle to the death?”

Adam laughed, his spirit unfazed. “Well, it’s hard to keep things dark when I’m just so… bright! Get it? Because I’m an angel?” He winked, clearly enjoying the banter.

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Vox was watching from his lair, the glow of his screens illuminating his face as he monitored every angle of the fight. He rubbed his hands together, as he delved his hand into a popcorn box. “Now this is entertainment! If Alastor falls, it’ll be the juiciest broadcast in all of Hell, And I'll finally show that walking outdated radio just who he's messing with! Perfect! Just perfect!”

As Alastor and Adam exchanged blows, the tension in the air thickened. Each clash of their powers sent ripples through the surrounding chaos, drawing more demons into the fray, their eyes glued to the spectacle unfolding before them.

“Wow, you’re really persistent!” Adam exclaimed, dodging another attack. “You should think about going pro! Maybe even join the Exorcists - just kidding! We can’t have psychopathic nobodies in heaven!”

Alastor’s grin faltered for a moment as he felt the weight of the fight. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Adam. I’m afraid you’ll find that I’m not so easily defeated.”

The banter continued, the playful back-and-forth making the battle feel like a twisted game. Alastor conjured illusions, distracting Adam with distorted images of himself, while Adam spun around, trying to discern the real threat.

“Nice try! But I’ve seen better illusions from a funhouse mirror!” Adam shouted, laughing as he swung his spear.

The chaotic dance pushed and Alastor began to realize the severity of the situation. Each attack from Adam landed harder, and the playful atmosphere began to shift as the stakes grew higher.

“Come on, Alastor! Show me what you’ve got!” Adam teased, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “I didn’t come down here for a boring fight! Let’s kick it up a notch!”

Adam flew up into the air, he conjured his angelic power & snapped Alastors cane in two. Alastor looked down, "Fuck." And then he was slammed against the wall.

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(A/N) From now on, this story will feature one of my own characters! If you are confused at any point, I'd suggest reading the introductory xo -viv

In a swirl of shadows, Ryoba appeared, stepping into the fray with an elegance that silenced the chaos for a moment. Her presence commanded attention; her regal demeanor contrasted sharply with the pandemonium surrounding her. She moved with fluidity, her eyes scanning the battlefield with calm focus, a serene smile on her lips, Double playing Alastors iconic one.

“Such a ruckus for a simple dance,” Ryoba remarked, her voice soft yet resonant. “Mind if I join?”

Adam turned, his goofy grin broadening. “Whoa, a new dance partner! I’m flattered! I hope you like the theme - Chaos! It’s all the rage this season!”

“I’m sure it is,” Ryoba replied, her gaze steady as she assessed the situation. She saw Alastor on his knees, bloodied and weak, and felt a surge of trying to prove to Alastor who she really was, her ego stepping in to lead her to a battle already decided. “Step aside, Alastor. I’ll handle this.”

Without waiting for his reply, she lunged at Adam, her blade glinting as she teleported behind him. Adam, momentarily surprised, spun around just in time to block her strike.

“Whoa! You’re fast!” he exclaimed, the thrill of the fight igniting his spirit. “But can you keep up with my moves?”

Ryoba didn’t respond; instead, she focused, her attacks precise and elegant. Adam’s playful demeanor contrasted sharply with her deadly intent, and their clash was a whirlwind of blades and angelic power. She weaved through his strikes with the grace of a dancer, countering with swift slashes aimed at his exposed sides.

“Nice footwork!” Adam cheered, dodging another of her strikes. “But I’ve got moves you’ve never seen before!”

“Then let’s see them,” Ryoba replied, she hardened her tone. With each clash of their weapons, the air crackled with tension.

Vox watched with rapt attention, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Now this is what I call prime content! Two overlords battling a divine fool? The potential for humiliation is just amazing..” A smirk played on Vox's face as Valentino and velvet grinned as well.

Ryoba’s resolve intensified. She could feel the stakes rising; Adam was relentless, and the energy of the battle was shifting. Despite her power, the weight of the situation pressed down on her.

Ryoba ducked beneath another of Adam’s strikes.

In a moment of distraction, however, Adam saw his opening. He lunged forward with renewed vigor, “Time to wrap this up, lovely lady!”

With a swift thrust, Adam’s Guitar connected, piercing Ryoba’s thigh and ripping the heel cohersive. The impact sent shockwaves through her, the angelic light searing into her flesh. For a split second, the world slowed, and everything around her faded into a blur.

“Not so fun when the tables turn, huh?” Adam quipped, his tone half-serious, half-amused.

Ryoba let out a small yelp, pain coursing through her. She staggered back, her facade cracking as blood dripped from her mouth. But even as she faltered, a fire ignited within her. she steadied herself.

Summoning the last of her strength, In an instant, she teleported away, disappearing into the shadows just as Adam prepared for another strike.

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Vox’s eyes gleamed with triumph as the screen cut to black. “That’s right, Ryoba! Flee while you can! The ratings will be delicious! Two overlords, reduced to a fleeing wretch!” He chuckled to himself, already envisioning the headlines.

Adam watched her disappear, a mixture of surprise and concern on his face. “Wait! I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!” he called out, half-laughing, “I was just trying to lighten the mood! Don’t go, it was just a little fun!” he said in a mocking tone.

He turned back to Alastor, who struggled to rise from the attack managed a pained chuckle. “Oh, Adam, you’re a riot. You’ve just sent one of Hell’s finest packing. Now, that’s not exactly Bright of you, is it?”

Adam shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face. “Hey, all in good fun! But she was pretty intense! Did you see her moves? Like a ballet dancer on fire!”

Alastor rolled his eyes, wincing as he pushed himself up. “What a delightful metaphor, Adam. Now, if you could kindly focus on the matter at hand rather than waxing poetic, I would greatly appreciate it.”

As Alastor regained his composure, a sense of urgency washed over him. He needed to find Rosie, the only person who wouldn't take advantage of his vulnerable state.

“Enough of this nonsense.” Alastor declared, his voice rising with static as he Clutched his now broken cane and disappeared into the shadows.

Vox side viewed val and velvet, "HAH, that was actually the best thing I couldve seen happen today! I can't wait to finish off that sad heart-broken egotistical prick! " it was unevident if Vox was referring to Ryoba or Alastor, but either way he had a resentment for them both so..

(A/N) Don't really know where I'm going with this book lolz, Btw the only reason Ryoba stepped in was to try downprove Alastor. But Alastor and Ryoba aren't on bad terms x!! Since this show will feature Ryoba slot, I wanted to clear up why incase y'all don't have the time to read the description. She is my own OC and I feel writing boring without adding my own creative touch!!

Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter