#Alastor would have way too much fun once he finds SOMETHING to mess with him over

[jazzy-a]

There's only one way Alastor could really get away with embarrassing Angel Dust.

And that would be going the "mom" route.

He will publicly out this boy for the fact that he's technically old enough to have been in Alastor's "outdated" era and understands all his references. If this man finds out that Angel has any memories or love for classic things from when they were both alive, he'd use it against him.

It would be like your parents pulling out your baby book in front of the biker gang you just joined.

Angel's like, "I DON'T like the Charleston! I-It's stupid and lame! I'm a fricken' stripper, baby, of course I wouldn't be caught DEAD doing that!" (visibly sweating)

Has to make a call on one of Alastor's phones and doesn't think twice about being like, "Operator, connect me to 2247," while checking out his nails.

Makes ONE reference to an old starlet in 1925 that no one (except Husk and Alastor) knows who he's talking about and he tries to backpedal so hard.

As Angel fumes to deny he is old or outdated and is IN FACT trendy and modern, Alastor is wearing a shit-eating, patronizing, grin, like, "Aw, it's adorable how he tries." (Boops his nonexistent nose)

[justanotherhh]

what does being aroace do for alastor's character?

thing about alastor being aroace is that there's so much juicy potential (cannibal joke) embedded in this concept that i don't know about going too far into, as it's still early days and who knows what the direction will be. but. some analysis. some predictions. some headcanons. mix and match with hedonistic abandon. and at the end a bunch of feelings

first and foremost and basically what all the subsequent points will be about in some way, is it's such a great flipping on its head of a tired idea that aspec-ness (in the vague way it's often discussed) is a way of depicting inhumanity -- characters who can't love are Other, characters who don't want sex are childlike, the way to become a Human Adult Person is to enter into these partnerships, to be fixed. in alastor, being aroace is very much the thing that brings him to humanity, grounds him in something beneath the constant mask he wears. to dig deeper...

just visually, i like how his mask literally slips when he's propositioned/involved in sexual comedy/when people discuss romance too much around him. he glitches, or becomes otherwise uncomfortable, or zones out. i like the crack hc that he avoids val at all costs, that val is actually vox' best weapon against alastor, just because his whole Essence is outside of alastor's ability or wish to process

2. the fact that he's caught off-guard by attachment. he's created an untouchable persona (emotionally and physically to an extent/with exceptions -- the distance of the radio to the listener is something i think about a lot), that with the aroace read comes off partly as protection, especially considering how hypersexual hell is, and how generally hyper-romantic earth would have been (hell is romantic with caveats... more in a sec), so when he realises he almost died to protect the hotel gang it sends him into a full-on meltdown

3. that being said, the way he interacts with women is full of charm and ease: mimzy and rosie first and foremost, then also charlie and niffty, and even to an extent vaggie and possibly carmilla, and maybe cherri in future. he's able to get closer to women, able to be respectful in a southern gentleman old-timey way. it reads as chivalry-with-a-demonic-twist. alastor may be unsettling and untrustworthy for other reasons, but not about crossing sexual or romantic boundaries, which makes him surprisingly safe to hang around. i wonder if this was the case whilst living (and if, ironically, it meant that women ended up crossing his boundaries)

4. i especially would be into this tying into his relationship with niffty, who feels like a woman scorned/wronged/hurt in some way in a 50s housewife-ish romantic way (i personally think her story will be incredibly messed up when it's finally shown), but is very happy hanging out with alastor. sidenote, i bet alastor is so proud of her for killing adam

5. the fact that "ace in the hole" is a comment directed at the idea of alastor-and-charlie is fun and spoken about in-depth, and i will wonder until we find out (if we do) how rosie figured it out, and what it says for their relationship that she hasn't told alastor. that they have limitations to their closeness, or that she knows he'll reject it, or that he needs time to get there. personally i think alastor is so detached from himself that he wouldn't know what to do with it at present, it'd be functionally useless until he's learnt to come into himself more -- aroaceness as the end of a journey of humanising a character, not the thing that needs to be gotten away from in order to be seen as human

6. romance! in hell! it's a little stickier there, with sex-with-no-strings seeming to be a more popular pastime, so i think that part was more of a concern whilst he was alive, but that being said, im interested in how this plays into the above relationships, how characters will react to this part once he starts being more openly on the side of/affectionate with the wider hotel gang, and in how this might come up in future, with regards to...

7. vox! voooox! oh i want vox to become. so creepy. currently we've got underlying creepiness to vox' pathetic obsession with alastor that's coded as having been partially romantic and sexual in nature at one point (if not still romantic and sexual...). there's something about it that speaks to the way that alastor is not aroace because of trauma, but there is trauma involved in being aroace

8. that is, constantly having ones boundaries overstepped, whilst not having the words to say how or why or assert them properly, being projected onto by vox and maybe others while he was alive and post-death, potentially when-alive having that framed as a form of inhumanity in and of itself (and how that ties to him being a serial killer, which im so into)

9. the idea of having been made to feel alien in his own skin due to amatonormativity and not knowing why he feels this way, and compensating by creating boundaries that are extreme, but they work as coping mechanisms, up until... perhaps they won't (hinted at in the finale of s1)

10. (i soooo want vox' creepiness to eventually lead to him actually beating alastor in some way, temporarily, and alastor having to face the mortifying ordeal of being saved by the hotel gang, knowing he's weak and needs to be taken care of by them, knowing that they know that vox won in some way, knowing that vox will take it as vindication and become more powerful from it, know all his walls weren't strong enough in the end -- like a part two to the finale, which ultimately the others didn't see (although vox did) and was already such a big deal for him. gimme some alastor angst!!!)

11. smthinsmthin when we have an aroace character whose whole Deal is being untouchable (emotionally and physically, barring Certain People) being pushed into a space where he has to allow himself to be cared for and through that engage with his own boundaries and which ones have become poisonous to him vs the ones which are actually Who He Is

12. i like to think that he and angel could have an unlikely friendship with a lot of shenanigans, because they both have narratives focused on (re)establishing a relationship with their own bodies, after being made to feel unable to inhabit them as who they are -- angel due to abuse, alastor due to being aroace/repulsed (angel learning to respect alastor's boundaries and being protective of them as an extension of his own journey)

13. alastor filtering through what parts of him are him and what parts are the walls/coping mechanisms -- it's been a lot of years, even before he died, of building them after all. who is the man beneath it all?

14. big fan of how this interacts with his past as a murderer too -- the metaphor is made into something much deeper when the character's aroaceness is a humanising factor in a story about people who have done/do bad things. this not to say he'll necessarily be redeemed (but who knows, vaggie has killed a lot of people and probably will be, or, she'll probably stay in hell with charlie, but the narrative will go "she's chill now." in fact it already pretty much has), but that it adds to all the grey areas of his character. he's not a pure, sad little soul who's always suffering, he's dealt in suffering himself, he enjoys the suffering of others, and he's in control all the time

15. it must have been incredibly humiliating not only to die so stupidly/randomly/without say, but to become a deer demon after that. again, prey, weak, lack of control. his whole Thing is control of the narrative, and his death was totally out of that control, and that in and of itself plays into aroaceness as the idea of "if you can't verbalise yourself, if you can't adequately create boundaries, then overcorrect. become the most inscrutable, untouchable, unsettling, disturbing version of yourself. make people not want to get close to you in the first place"

16. and yet despite all that, he can't help liking people, he can't help being charming and funny and smart and in some ways there's a mask in that too -- sharp wit to cut people down, when you're not... literally cutting people down, a cool, shallow friendliness that deliberately keeps a tension at the forefront, the smartness helping to control and shape and keep power. funnily enough, when he's ready to be aroace, oh the real power he'll have (whether he'll use it for good or bad, or a mix of both... who knows, but he'll be fully himself at last, and that's a happy ending)

17. on the flipside to angel, i think it would take charlie a hot second to deal with it -- she'd be supportive in word, but also she's a known boundary-crosser/someone who has her fixed ideas of how things ought to be and it takes a strong "no" to make her realise when she's got it all wrong. all this to say, she might get the ace part, but she could struggle with the aro, trying to twist it into a version of love so that she could humanise him on her terms, using the word "love", until someone steps up for alastor in some way (in my head, angel, but that's my angel and alastor unlikely friends agenda)

18. husk already knows in some way. also not with words, but he's like, yeah this guy. none of that. are y'all surprised????

19. i wonder if when alive he briefly thought he might be a homosexual, or if he knew from the start that he wasn't, especially considering that men are more disgusting to him overall than women

20. i wonder if mimzy knows or suspects, and also if she was in love with him during their lifetime

21. i like to think in life he's utilised the tactics of the song "the gentleman doesn't believe" and just gone "i hate kissing i mean and uh. dancing. and jazz. and uh... smoking. and walking. and everyting else!!!! (but mostly kissing)" as a way of getting out of someone suggesting a date

22. alastor as hot and charming and unfuckable and unromanceable and repulsed by the idea of it all, and who has the supremely aroace fantasy powers of a. "am not being perceived" and b. "am so terrifying you wish you couldn't perceive me" and whose relationships are dictated by his aroaceness, not despite it!

23. ultimately, this point is the main one for me, regardless of how the story actually gets there: aroaceness as the end of a journey of humanising a character, not the thing that needs to be gotten away from in order to become human

24. pal of mine @creepysora said: "they didnt let anyone walk so now he waltzes ready for murder" and yeah. jumped straight to complex character with big, wonderful flaws in a strange little universe, bypassing all the dull explanatory 1-0-1 that just isn't my cup of tea and into a way of writing aroaceness that can be complex and nuanced and based in character, story, theme, rather than education -- he's not implied, he's not one-note, he's not there to explain, he's not defined solely by his role in the story as the token so-and-so, he's not there to be fixed, he's not there to be dubbed as Other, he is

this character genuinely doesn't exist elsewhere, outside of the stories and ideas i see shared and share within my community. this kind of focus, it's... kind of heady to be honest. like you only ever tasted something sweet in crumbs, and then someone gives you a boatload of it all at once

and tbh. he deserves a little murder. as a treat. because fuck, being aroace is hard

[ms3ox]

w i f & e

In which, Alastor has his ego beaten into the ground, and still can't find a good reason to hate you.

Part I/???

Tags: Slow Burn, Really Petty Enemies to Lovers, Unintentional Marriage (soon)

Notes: I have a good ~40 pages of this already written. Lmk if you guys want more.

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At one point in time, Alastor could definitively say that he didn’t care what happened to his wife. 

You were… auxiliary at best and a nuisance at worst. A mess of naivety, youth, and a bumbling sense of goodness. Its truly a marvel how someone so seemingly innocent made her way down to the Pride Ring. But perhaps that was it. Pride. At least, that was his working hypothesis. He couldn’t say for certain what landed you eternal damnation, and perhaps it was none of his business anyway what with the way you kept it strictly under wraps. In another life, perhaps, Alastor would be curious, but time is wasted on flights of folly such as deducing the nature of his benefactor’s death. You had spiraling horns etched into your skull, so you were, in one way or another, just like the rest of them. 

It isn’t until he feels that tug that he realizes what he feels is nothing short of care. The phantom tugs at his chest, at his heart, a pitiful plea for help, but one that smells so familiarly sweet that he knows who it is and where its coming from.

And despite the way this growing humanity makes his fingers strain and curl, he dissolves into shadow and slithers toward your pull. 

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Boredom is the worst part of Hell. 

Killing and eating can only be so much fun. After disposing of his… hmm, how many now? After disposing of his thousandth body, he finds that the appetite following the kill is nigh on nonexistent. He’s just… restless and bored. There are no turf wars around, no drama within the collective of Overlords, Hell, even Vox has been a doldrum of content lately- a stream of useless garbage that seems even more mind-numbing than the demon’s usual flare for juicy gossip and electric presentation. 

Deal-making is the same as it always has been, too. Alastor finds himself putting in all the work, all the fanciful and dandyish flare to impress his prey before ripping their autonomy right out of them with a handshake. And they’re all the same. Scared, hopeless, down on their luck. Reluctantly trustful of a smile before regretting it for eternity. When one owns thousands of souls… none of it feels… fulfilling anymore. The blood-red skies of Hell seem to fade to a miserable, dried brown- the same sky he’s been staring up at for the past century. 

God, he is so bored. 

This is the real torture. The real damnation. 

Rosie must see the apathy in his eyes and dullness in his smile because her face quickly contorts into something concerned the moment he enters her emporium.

“Alastor?” She would whisper with that soft concern the ladies in his life harbor for him. Even that has become dull to him. “You look all outta sorts, mister. What’s goin’ on, hah?”

And just like many of the concerned ladies in his life, Rosie is quick to offer a solution. He sits with his fingers steepled and his gaze far, far away as Rosie explains another deal opportunity to him. For once, Alastor doesn’t feel like being theatrical. Boredom has sucked the life out of this radio broadcast. Newcomer… Naive… Struggling in Hell, yada yada. 

“...I’ll consider it.” Is Alastor’s simple and placating reply. 

—

The first thing Alastor notices is that you know your way around a knife. Not necessarily how to fight, but you seem to have a keen eye for all the mortal points on a demon’s body- and when executed correctly…

“Impressive, my dear!”

The dandyish facade and wide smile return again like muscle memory- perhaps that’s what it is after decades of tricking demons into eternal bondage. Your eyes narrow suspiciously as the tall, creepy man in the red coat takes measured, clacking steps toward you. Soon enough, Alastor finds himself on the sharper end of your bloodied little pocket knife. Come to think of it, Rosie had said something about the demon being somewhat adept with a weapon… He’s sure there’s more information that his boredom has glossed over and tucked into his memory, never to be found.

“Alastor,” He says without so much as a flinch, taking the other end of the knife and shaking it as if it were your hand. “Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure.”

He pays no mind to the way his blood seeps around it. He’ll visit the tailor for new gloves later. And… perhaps a dry cleaning, what with the violent spray of demon blood that the little demoness incurred with your paltry knife skills and scarily surgical precision. But you seem to pick up on the fact that no amount of ferality and intent to kill can bridge the sloping gap in power between you. Your eyes narrow.

“Do you want something?”

Alastor hums, tapping a finger to his chin. His polished shoes clack with every circling step he takes around you, you and your tattered rags you call clothes.

“Want is a strong word, my dear.” He taps your head with his microphone, then points to the disgustingly garish Embassy as another day drops from its count. “Our annual cull is coming soon. You won’t want to be a street urchin when God’s little pests arrive.”

The mention of God seems to set you off in some way. Your shoulders square, your eyes widen, and there’s some kind of hunger in your black irises that catches him off-guard for a moment.

Interesting…

“I believe it would be in your best interests to seek protection… Shelter…” He circles you once more before arriving at your front. Alastor extends his hand, bending down to meet the sprightly thing eye to eye. Your scleras are pure, white… untainted. Something he hopes to rectify.

“Let’s make a deal.”

A blade narrowly misses the underside of his rib, and he only realizes that when he sees one of his blackened, eldtrich tendrils squeezing at your wrist, keeping it firmly steady while it hovers just before his coat. Alastor clicks his tongue, straightening his posture. He could kill you��  but that feels like a waste of resources.

“Calm yourself, dear, I haven’t even outlined the terms!”

The girl’s eyes narrow even more, if possible, your thin brows furrowing in a way that casts angry shadows over your features. This was going to be a hard sell. But… Alastor’s been known to play with words. His hand finds your straining wrist, replacing the hardness of his power with a gentle touch.

“Pledge yourself to me and I-.”

“No.”

Alastor can’t help the sharp feedback his microphone makes at your sudden dismissal. You will just not let him get a word in edgewise, hm? His jaw hangs open in shock before he quickly rectifies himself, smoothing down his suit. Okay. He can work with no. He’s walked this path many times before. They always come crawling back, one way or another. 

“Hm. I hope you keep this conversation in mind then.”

He hums a jaunty tune as he leaves the stubborn girl to the shadows.

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[fandomworld9728]

Dance With Me, Kiss Me:

"Oh Alastor, stop hiding in the corner and come join the party."

The party in question was a celebration for their victory against the Exorcist Army and had been the princess' idea. A way to thank those who helped in the battle and to raise moral.

Alastor had to admit, it wasn't a half bad idea. The residents' moods had improved tremendously after the rebuilding of the hotel and during the process of putting together this clam bake. It had even turned into an impromptu bonding activity for some of them.

Which is the reason the radio demon was standing in a corner away from everyone, nursing a drink. He had found himself getting a little too close to the King of Hell. Most sinners would give anything for that chance. Alastor on the other hand? It scared him.

Once they started to have an actual conversation, it was frightening how easily Alastor had spilt his guts to the other man. As if they had been close for years. Charlotte was correct in her insistences that the two were similar and would get along if they just gave it a chance.

Their distaste in modern technology, mainly television, was one of the main bonding points. The other... had been their lack of interest in romance and carnal desires. It had led to the deer demon confessing to the fallen angel how much he hated kissing and his horrible experience with the action.

"Then how do you know for sure?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"How do you know for sure if you dislike kissing? All you have to go off of is that one bad experience."

As much as Alastor hated to admit it, and he would never say this out loud, Lucifer had a point. Not that he was eager to lock lips with someone. However, their talk got him thinking. And not just about kissing.

"I am contemplating my next move. Tell me, my dear, what is your stance on our king? Do you believe him to be trustworthy?"

If there was anyone's opinion he valued down here in Hell, it was Rosie's. She was an excellent judge of character (not counting her many ex-husbands) and had a talent for reading people.

"Well now, what a surprise. Finally making a move to add the other member of Hell's royal family to your plans? Let me see."

Getting her teasing out of the way, Rosie let her eyes scan the room for Hell's King. She knew something had been up with her friend since she saw him. And if he was coming to her about it on his own, she wasn't gonna mess with him about it. Not too much anyways.

Finding her target off on his own, Rosie took a few moments to watch him before turning back to her fellow Overlord.

"I may not know a lot from personal experience about our lovely ruler, however, if there were anyone here in Hell to trust... honestly it would be Charlie. That being said, do remember who raised that sweet girl."

~

Leaning against a wall, Lucifer lightly swirled his drink in his hand and took the chance to people watch. It's something he's enjoyed since he first came into creation. Now, the fallen angel was usually the life of the party, but that was because those parties were with the other Sins and upper-class Hellborns.

He didn't want the guests to feel like they had to walk on eggshells when they should be having fun. So, he stayed as a wallflower and made sure no one caused any trouble. One less thing for his little girl to worry about. This also gave him time to think about his conversation with Alastor.

Turns out talking to the radio demon was easier and surprisingly enjoyable when he wasn't intentionally trying to piss the king off. So much so, that the two openly discussed their experiences with intimacy.

"So, you had not so great times with that kind of stuff too?"

"Indeed. A former friend of mine, Vox, showed me how unpleasant and repulsive kissing can be. Not to mention the time I grew up in."

"Oh yeah. Dating culture was a lot different back then. What had he done to make kissing so gross to you?"

Lucifer knew as soon as Alastor hesitated that a line had been crossed. That seriously pissed him off. He had half a mind to go find that piece of scum and handle the sinner himself.

No one deserved that. Not even murderers who cannibalized their victims and seemed to love to poke and pick at the devil to get a reaction out of him. Who has done other horrible things in his life and afterlife. Before he could get too spun up from the memory, a hand came into view, outstretched to him.

"Care to dance, majesty?"

Next >

[kaily010]

Let's play~ (pt. 2)

(Alastor x reader)

(Tw: family issues, slightly hinted depression, so as sh.... let me know if I missed something, reader is smoking)

(This is not canon at all, so please keep that in mind. I made this whole thing up out of my experience with a narcissistic mother and turned it into this)

It has been a few days since you and Alastor made the deal.It included that you two would work together to destroy Her.

Lilith.

The person that was the cause of your misery. It all started when you were a kid, living together with your elder sister Charlie, your dad Lucifer, and your mother lilith together. It was so wonderful. A childhood like the ones you see in movies. Movie nights, big birthday parties, happy evenings, spend together in the living room while playing some board games and having fun together.

But when you turned older, it vanished. Your parents divorced, leaving it to you and Charlie to decide where you wanted to stay, and of course, it caused arguments. Lucifer was understanding when you chose to stay with your mother, while lilith blew up every time when you left to stay at your father's. Till one day, Charlie was old enough to move out, leaving you alone in this mess.

You couldn't blame her, after all she deserved to be happy and you wished her the best. But still, you couldn't ignore the slight feeling of betrayal. That was when you were 13. And at this point, your little family was broken to the point where nothing could repair it. Your mother's sudden outbursts caused your dad to react in the end. Her provocation finally hitting.

For the first time in your life, hell felt like hell. Not like the warm, cosy memories you tried to hold on for dear life. When you turned older, you felt yourself break more and more. ,Y/n do this, don't do that. Y/n how could you be so fucking stupid? I wish I never had you!,.

At this rate, it was almost normal, yet it still hurt. And because of your mother's aggression, your father disappeared. Charlie called sometimes, but it felt like she did it out of pity, not because she wanted to do it. It hurt. It hurt so much, knowing that this woman you were now forced to stay with destroyed your warm, comfortable home and made it a living hell. She was controlling and manipulative.

And at one point, you wanted to get revenge. See her at her lowest, take away everything from her that she held dearly. Letting her feel like you felt. You needed to do this. For your own sake. For the little child inside you that wanted her father that turned away from her because her mother was a crazy bitch. You needed to do it to so that all the evenings that once were filled with warmth that turned to cold lonely nights where you hurt yourself over and over, overthinking everything, trying to find a way out, where over. That she couldn't and wouldn't hurt you ever again.

As you lay there, thinking about everything that happened, you asked yourself if it was the right decision. If it was right to take revenge, but even if you came to the conclusion that it wasn't, it was too late. What's done is done, and you can't take it back.

Sighing, you stood up and grabbed your phone, checking for new messages. You make your way into the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of cold water. You gave up on sleeping even though hell was unusually quiet tonight.

Sitting down at your table, you looked down on the plan that was written down on many pages by you and Alastor. It would work out... at least you hoped so... destroying her would mean that you get to take back what was yours.

Your life.

The will to live, hope... and you wanted it. You wanted to finally break free from the chains your past formed around you. You needed to gain freedom... that was one of the things that you shared with Alastor. And probably the only thing. You wanted to be free, maybe out of different reasons, but still. He felt the same way about the chains that held him down, which bound you two together at some point. Meant to break free, to help each other getting out of the cage that she build.

Even though you knew he only did this because he wanted the benefits of the deal, you couldn't ignore the slight feeling of solace he brought you.

He was a gentleman who seemed to care about you, even though you knew it was an act. But you didn't mind... you were acting as well, trying to hold on to the masquerade you made to protect yourself.

And still.... somehow the time you spent together was enjoyable. The complexity of the situation forced you to trust each other, which was something that annoyed you slightly, but it had to be if you wanted this to work out.

You thought back to one moment where you two met to talk about what was going to happen.

You had to tell him what had happened so he knew everything as well as you did. To understand the situation. It was strange telling him what she did when you never told a soul down here.

You told him everything, even things that you tried to forget because they were too painful.... that was the moment where you felt anxiety bubble up, and you excused yourself to go to your room and try to calm down.

Reliving everything, every word and feeling was too much, and you felt a panic attack beginning to claw its way out of the deeps of your mind like a monster.

You cowered down while you slowly got trapped in your own mind, not noticing the door opening.

"Y/n...?"

As his eyes found your quivering body, they widened slightly, smiled frozen in place.

It wasn't in his nature to care for others, yet he found himself crouching diwn to your level and hugging you, whispering sweet nothings to you in an attempt to calm down.

"It'll be over soon, I promise.... everything will be fine.... she won't hurt you again.... we can do this, you're strong and intelligent, and with me, we will bring her downfall..."

He tried to cheer you up as you slightly relaxed into his touch. He didn't know why he did this. Maybe it was because you were similar to him... feeling the same breathtaking grib of the chains.... maybe that's what made him empathise with you...

As you thought back to this, you could feel heat creeping up your cheeks and new tears stinging in your eyes as you remembered the pain you felt that day.

You stood up again and grabbed your pack of cigarettes walking to the balcony. You sat down on a wooden bench that fit perfectly into the aesthetic of your flat and picked out a cigarette.

It helped you calm down, knowing that you so willingly destroyed your own health in a twisted way.

Looking up to the red night sky of hell while lighting it with your magic, you watched the planets float around. Spotting heaven, you mumbled to yourself;

"See you soon... Mother..."

[syncrovoid-presents]

Hazbin Hotel thoughts (with a splash of vague theories) (Alastor edition)

Something that is super fascinating about how Alastor's character has been left highly up to interpretation is that, before these next episodes at least, it's not entirely clear what his motives are.

We know he is a skilled manipulator, a master of wording things in his favour to get the deals he wants. We know he's a serial killer that puts the laughter in slaughter, yet still has a variation of a moral code. We know he has ties, likely to lilith (though personally I really hope it ends up that he made a deal before he died for power, which now haunts him in hell).

We know that he partly protects the hotel because it's where he has a new radio broadcaster, but his protection of it could be protection for him, for what demon would mess with a friend (father figure?) of the princess of hell? Even Lucifer can't actually hurt him without hurting Charlie, regardless of how authentic Alastor is towards her.

Is his song purely to manipulate Charlie into feeling safer around him? Is he slowly wearing down her defenses so she may accidentally (or even purposefully) make a deal with him? It's clear from the dialogue and interactions that he's not incorporating himself much into the group, and we still don't know what's up with his radio broadcasting system being up once more.

There's so many ways it can be interpreted, but it's fun to have a character that is both mysterious but also bound to a set of morals he doesn't care to explain. He is the master of his own life, and (likely) sees others as lesser because they're weaker/manipulatable/"stupid". Yet his morals are just present enough that he could find it dishonorable to destroy demons that have, perhaps in his eyes, given up power for a chance at redemption.

There's also other questions around his character too, my biggest one being whether he has 1 power source or two? Many times we see his power/magic manifest as red hues (symbols specifically), similar to how he wears all red. Other times it is green, which may or may not be tied to his "neon" colours. Is it because red and green are complimentary but conflicting? Is it to show that one power is fully his and the other is not? Does the neon represent a lack of truthfulness or him acting outside of his true wishes? Because the only time we've really seen it is when he is saying (somewhat) nice things in very specific situations.

Does Alastor know Vaggie is/was an angel? He didn't like her in the pilot, and its unclear whether their strained dynamic is because Vaggie wants to protect Charlie and it is one sided, or if Alastor knows and is waiting for the perfect moment to use that against her, perhaps for a deal?

Also his only songs so far have been him just taking over someone else's song. How petty and silly of him. Can't wait to see what he has planned next!

Who knows! Either way Hazbin Hotel is a very fun show and I'm so excited for the next episodes!!

[sinnerzforsaintz]

@voxiiferous (because I can't remember your other blog title lol)

Vox cocked a brow at Hellainas surprise then smirked slightly. "Well, didn't I get lucky." He mused but couldn't help being surprised himself. In honesty he could see her leaving Valentino just to stir shit up or stay in the loop of how they're both doing but that would be more for her own morbid curiosity then to actually align with him, at least that's what he would suspect. It was hard to gauge Velvette most of the time. She could go from affectionate to unhinged within seconds and you could never trust if she had a knife behind her back or not.

Valentino was lucky to have Velvette on his side because it wouldn't be too hard to drop him on his ass if she wasn't. He supposed that was what kept him there. It was easier to let them walk all over him then to leave them but he wasn't exactly complaining about the situation. As miserable as he was this morning, it wasn't like he was always like this. He liked to think he wasn't anyway.

Velvette dropped after Valentino and Valentino had fought to get rid of her for a while but at some point, they had all fallen into equal ground, Velvette proved to be quite the star for social media and could even paint Val in a positive light after they ended a fight with his broken face plastered all over Voxtagram. They needed her to keep the peace, keep them from destroying each other and tearing each other apart and even then, she rarely managed to do that. At least she could clean up their mess though.

Lifting his gaze from his phone, he gave a slow nod. "I'm still not sure that you can prove that guy in the picture was his human self but considering, you dumped your ass on my living room floor, I can't say you don't break some rule. If anything you certainly, break and enter." The media overlord gave a scoff of a laugh as he turned his attention back to his phone, arm resting over the back of the couch as he got comfortable.

Brows raising as Hellaina gave him a kiss, Vox lifted his gaze from the screen, having been scrolling the shades ridiculous amount of pictures of his cat shark and peeps on Voxtagram. He had expected more thirst traps but it seemed he'd settled down recently. Had he followed him already? No. He was planning on giving him a few likes and working his way up. Astor would pounce on it and he'd just have to wait.

"Was about to ask if you changed your mind." He snickered though his expression deadpanned soon after. "But I don't need more forced friends, I already have Angel and his tits are a lot fuzzier then yours." Vox huffed though he couldn't deny she had a point, no matter how big or small the difference in their business was, he probably shouldn't let her leave without some kind of agreement though if her soul belonged to someone else, that wasn't going to work out.

"So, what do you want? Money?" It wasn't like he couldn't pay her off though it seemed like it would become a problem for him at some point. "Or do you just want to stay in my spare room?" He offered with an annoyed grin, figuring she'd accept that with her being so adamant about helping him.

His lip curled in disgust at the thought of a peep being squished against his face then shook his head. It wasn't like he'd be sleeping with him more then once and it was more to get a rise out of Alastor then to actually gain anything out of the shade.

Closing his phone, he dropped it on the side table and sighed. She was annoyingly right though, she seemed to be good at that, even if he'd rather just fuck around and find out, he slightly doubted she'd let the guy in the apartment at this point.

"Fun? I drink and work. That's about as fun as it gets." What did he do for fun? He'd go to the club but that was just to see Val, his life had sort of revolved around the moth since they got together, he couldn't think of much he did without him just because they rarely had free time. Something told him that would set her on another round of 'Vals the worst' speeches if he mentioned that but it wasn't like golf was available to him in a way that it was in life, there wasn't acres of silence available in Pride of all places.

[beef-brisket]

Lucifer cringed. He wanted to stay with Adam. But he had to protect the future. Adam had to meet Alastor on his own.

Once the car was full of petrol and Lucifer heard the tap turn on from the bathroom, he walked inside and waited behind some shelves.

He made it look like he was shopping, but from here, he had a good view of Alastor.

Adam dried his hands and walked out of the bathroom. While he reached for his phone, he walked into something hard that nearly knocks him over.

A man grabs his shoulders to steady him.

Al: I'm so sorry! Silly me, not looking where I was going.

Adam looked up at the man. He was tall, just a little taller than Adam. He was handsome and had a thin build.

His dark brown eyes looked frantic as he fussed over Adam.

Adam blushed as the man straightened his jacket.

Al: There you are! Good as new. I hope I didn't cause too much damage. I'm Al, by the way. You deserve the name of your attacker!

Adam and Al laughed.

Adam: I-I'm fine! Really- I wasn't watching where I was going.

Al: Oh, please do not blame yourself. That was all me. My mother told me I'm often in my own world. Are you new to Louisiana? I can't help but notice the different accent.

Adam: Oh, yeah! I'm from out of town, been... doing some traveling before my baby arrives.

Al: Oh! Congratulations! Do you mind if I ask you how far along you are?

Adam: Well, I'm not too sure, I still need to book an appointment. It's been pretty hectic these last few weeks.

Al: Ah, fair enough. We all have times like that. Are you staying here long?

Adam: Um... maybe a couple of weeks?

Al: Well, if you ever find yourself in New Orleans, please send me a message, I'd be honored to show you around. At least let me take you to the nicest restaurant. I would love to apologize properly.

Adam smiled as Al wrote down his number. This guy was so kind, it'll be nice to have a friend after Lucifer leaves.

Adam: Oh, you don't have to do that. But I'd love to catch up!

Al: Don't be so dismissive, I owe you, my dear. That's the least I could do.

Lucifer watched from inside the shop as the two laughed. Adam and Alastor's relationship is kept very Hush Hush back in the future, Adam doesn't speak about him. Not that he has to.

But Lucifer has told Adam about Alastor, so why hasn't he reacted negatively? He should have decked him by now.

Lucifer watched as they waved goodbye, and Adam typed in the new number. Once he looked towards the car, he looked around, confused once he noticed Lucifer wasn't there.

That was Lucifer's queue. He can't mention Alastor. He can't mess up the future. Who knows how many times he's messed up. But that didn't help Lucifer's anxiety.

-

Adam: Luckily, it'll be the last time.

Alastor laughed: Still have an attitude, I see. Still fighting me, after all this time. It hasn't aged you well.

Alastor smiled, and leans back in his chair.

Alastor: Do you know how much easier everything would be of you just stood down and joined me? My throne feels empty all on it's loathsome, a king needs his queen consort after all~.

Adam glared: Sorry asshole, your "queen" died when I was fifteen years old. You're stuck with ME. And not in the way you want.

Alastor: My, what a monolog! In a talking mood today, aren't you? Maybe I should take you out back and fix that. We are far overdue for another playdate~.

Charlie glanced at her pa, who was looking tense and ready to run away, buy he was holding strong.

Charlie: Pa? What's he talking about?

Alastor: You haven't told her? Of the fun we used to have? Naughty Adam. And to think you asked me to be her father all those years ago~.

Adam glared: I was fucking depressed and manic, I had not idea what the fuck I was saying. And we didn't have any fucking "playdates"-.

Alastor: No? Shall I refresh your memory?

Adam winced as Alastor pulled a thin dagger from a holster on his calf. Many of Adam's scars instantly started burning when he waved it around. The phantom pains coning back full force.

He's always regretted taking Alastor up on that dinner offer and going back to his house. He'd lost his family and someone else he couldn't quiet remember in such a short amount of time that he fell into depression. He even tried to kill himself when he was early on in his pregnancy.

But thankfully, the gun jammed. He hadn't tried again.

Charlie: Pa?

Adam: He tortured me. I was forced to birth you in his damn house. And news flash, ass hair, that's not a fucking playdate.

Alastor: We can agree to disagree~.

Terminator Au

@beef-brisket

Lucifer waited for the lieutenant of the resistance, Charlie Kadmon to come and give him his new assignment. She told him that it was one of the most important assignments that he will ever have to do.

He wondered if it had anything to do with the Commander. Their fearless leader who was fighting a war against the tyrant Alastor who wanted to take over the world and make everyone his slave. Their Commander, Adam was one of the most badass people Lucifer knew, he raised Charlie alone and never spoke about her father. He took no shit from anyone and never had another lover since Charlie was born.

Lucifer hoped to be good enough for him one day. He didn't care he was older.

Charlie: Lucifer.

He fixed his posture and saluted his lieutenant.

Lucifer: I came as quickly as I could.

She had him walk with her for a little while until they got to a room and she handed him a device and a picture.

Charlie: You're the only one I can trust with this mission. Alastor is going back in time to kill my papa before I was born. I need you to go back and keep him safe.

The picture was of Adam when he was younger and Lucifer couldn't help but admire him.

Lucifer: I'll protect him with my life.

In a flash of light, Lucifer was gone.

Charlie: ..... Goodbye dad...

- 25 Years In The Past -

Adam was whistling as he walked to work for his shift at the music store. Today has been a pretty good day.

He opened up the shop and greeted his coworker and best friend Angel.

Adam: Hey bitch!

Angel: Hey bitch! About time your ass showed up.

Adam: Pfft, shut up I'm not late.

[hibisha]

Hello, a friend of yours said you might be able to recommend some radiodust fanfics, and it can be anything im not picky

RadioDust fanfics you say? Alright *cracks knuckles* here we go.

1.) The Charismatic Cannibal’s Guide to Self Care

Rating: E

Summary: Alastor chuckled around a hand. Angel would never get over how shark-like he could look. Fangs were the norm here, but Alastor’s had a certain animal quality that fit strangely in a humanoid face. Too big and too many. And right now they were tinged with a hint of red from his choice of drink.

“So what,” he said, “would liven up the place for you, sport?”

You might assume that Angel Dust is the bad influence in every situation. You would be wrong.

The Radio Demon has plans for Hell, and plans for Angel. And they aren't pretty.

Will contain gore/cannibalism/murder and plenty of fun, bad people. Please read the tags and content warning. Plot now, smut to follow.

Personal thoughts: It only one chapter so far but I really like the premise.

2.) Their Arrangement

Rating: E

Summary: Alastor and Angel Dust have come to an agreement after Angel pushes the Radio Demon's buttons a little too far and inadvertently awakens the long forgotten urges buried under decades of bloodlust.

Personal thoughts: One of my literal favorites. Alastor and Angel’s evolving relationship from sex friends to ‘oh shit I have feelings’ *chef’s kiss*.

3.) Absolute Territory

Rating: E

Summary: Angel Dust is an absolute terror for Absolute Territory.

Alastor never knew he had a thing for stockings until Angel decides to flaunt a pair, matched with a pleated skirt and an oversized sweatshirt.

Personal thoughts: Have some good ol’ smut.

4.) Heart Between His Teeth

Rating: E

Summary: So maybe there are better things to life than being drugged and fucked so hard you can't even think for yourself.

Personal thoughts: OMFG. I CAN NOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FIC.

5.) Angel Dust’s Not So Illustrious Life

Rating: T

Summary: Alastor isn’t sure why he’s become Angel’s primary target, but the more he attempts to dissuade Angel’s advances, the more fervent they seem to become.

And maybe Alastor likes that...maybe...Yet it seems there’s more to Angel than innuendos and a quick romp.

Personal thoughts: I kinda love this fic a lot where Angel and Alastor respect each other’s boundaries.

6.) Caught In His Own Web

Rated:E

Summary: "So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never. Because the dance with the devil might last you forever."

Redemption is hard when you don't want to do it. Redemption is even harder when a certain Radio Demon keeps enabling your sinful behavior.

Personal thoughts: My favourite trope, bad people being worse together.

7.) I Thought I Knew You 

Rated: M

Summary: Angel Dust can't ruin the hotel's reputation if he can't go outside. Or, at least, that's what Alastor says. Of course, it's all a ploy to torture Alastor's least favorite spider demon, but maybe he doesn't know Angel Dust as well as he thinks he does.

Personal thoughts: I really like this one especially since it feeds into my “Alastor is a dick in all AUs.”

8.) Sex, drugs and radio host

Rating: E

Summary: For some ungodly reason, Alastor decides to keep Angel safe and sound - meaning no sex, prostitution and certainly no drugs. Of course, this wild idea is met with more than a little resistance. But... no one ever cared if Angel was safe. And sometimes, all he would like is a hug. Sex sure is nice, but he is more than willing to explore the possibilities.

The trouble is, it doesn't seem like Alastor is offering anything specific. Keeping things strange and vague is not helping, especially when a new guest catches Alastor's attention.

Personal thoughts: Its cute and theres feelings involved is all I’m saying.

9.) Gentleman's Wager 

Rating: None

Summary: Sick of listening to Angel Dust's crass and vulgar language, Alastor makes a bet with him. If Angel Dust can remain absolutely silent for one whole week, he'll give in and kiss him.

Personal thoughts: *inhales* JVKJGCHJCHJCVJHVJHGCJHCJHCGFD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH PLEASE READ IT.

10.) Triggered 

Rating: None

Summary: Angel Dust had never really thought too much about the static hum surrounding Alastor wherever he went... until now anyway.

Personal thoughts: It's a very good fic about ANgel dealing with PTSD. Def check it out.

11.) Dinner and Drinks 

Rating: None

Summary: Alastor and Angel Dust can barely tolerate each other and Charlie seeks to fix that.

Personal thoughts: Again, a slow development of Angel and Alastor’s relationship.

12.) You Do Something to Me 

Rating: T

Summary: Alastor's radio signals go both ways, and for the past few decades he's tuned into the most beautiful voice. What a surprise to find the source in the Happy Hotel right under his nose.

A relationship that grows through music.

Personal thoughts: AGAIN, PLEASE READ THIS IT IS CUTE HECK AND WILL CLEAR YOUR SKIN. Also, its part 2: No One Knows Anything But Us 

13.) 1932

Rating: M

Summary: The 1930s are the for perfect time to nurture any up-and-coming radio host or serial killer alike. Alastor is no exception.

Set in New Orleans in 1932, Alastor is living his best life. Broadcaster by day and home chef by night, he's learned that Jumbalaya is best served with a side of human liver and a still beating heart. That is until he brings the wrong meal to his table, a member of the Italian mafia, and ends up biting off more than he can chew.

With his latest meal escaping the table and his identity running the risk of being found out, Alastor faces his biggest hunt yet. The streets of New Orleans are his forest and this time, it's his head on the platter.

AKA Alastor screws up and now has to fix his mess in Dixieland while balancing his day job, cannibalistic hunger, and learn how to be a decent human being for once along the way. Should be fun.

Personal thoughts: I absolutely adore this fic. Please give it a shot.

14.) Contracts and Deals Series

Rating: E

Summary: Angel Dust, Hell's number one porn actor.

Alastor, Hell's most renowned overlord.

The two cross paths.

Angel makes a deal with Alastor to get out of his contract with Valentino. One thing leads to another.

Personal thoughts: It’s a good series that eventually gets really fluffy.

15.) Good Management

Rating: M

Summary: Alastor thought he had Angel Dust filed away into his niche box in the Hotel. He was wrong. But he's a good enough manager to fix his responsibilities.

Personal thoughts: Its AngeliaDark. You know it’s good.

16.) Anything for you

Rating: M

Summary: Valentino faces the consequences of hurting someone that Alastor deeply favors

i.e. Val fucking dies

Personal thoughts: Any fic where Val dies is a good fic.

17.) Predator and Prey

Rating: M

Summary: Every couple of years, Angel Dust goes through a change that makes him a lot less tolerable to be around, for many more reasons than one. The staff of the Hotel are about to learn that the hard way, none more so than Alastor.

Personal thoughts: Okay so, slight dubcon, would recommend checking the tags before going into it. Though I love how it tackles on the story of Alastor being a deer which is technically a prey animal and Angel being the predator for once. Absolutely love it.

18.) Good Tidings 

Rating: T

Summary: A Christmas party in Hell isn't the big selling point for the Happy Hotel (For Hazbins), but Charlie feels that the holiday season is just what her friends need to open up to and help one another.

So what better way to do it than with a Secret Santa?

When Angel Dust draws none other than his crush, the Radio Demon, he knows he has one shot to not eff it up.

Personal thoughts: Really fluffy, a good read. Highly recommend it.

19.) Vanilla Bean

Rating: T

Summary: Alastor decides to try his hand at pet names and inadvertently offends Angel Dust. Rated T for swearing and there's suggestive content if you close one eye, tilt your head, and squint.

Personal thoughts: Okay so i loved this one because of how badly these two handle communication.

20.) For Auld Lang Syne, My Dear

Rating: M

Summary: Alastor's solitude is interrupted by Angel Dust who has just escaped a rough client and the two spend the last moments of 2019 together.

Personal thoughts: Love love love this. I just love Angel and Alastor dancing together okay.

21.) I Like It Better When I'm With You 

 Rating: M

Summary: Angel deals with feelings. Alastor deals with feelings. Just a whole lot of pining.

Personal thoughts: Summary says it all.

22.) Technical Difficulties

Rating: M

Summary: The hotel is running relatively well. Relationships between Alastor and the rest of the staff are budding surprisingly smoothly. And then the rainfall starts up, threatening all of it.

Alastor's out of tune.

Personal thoughts: I love how this is written. Slowburn but worth it.

23.) Lurking in the Shadows 

Rated M

Summary: 5 instances where a curious and head-over-heels shadow follows Angel Dust around and 1 time where Angel decides to follow it instead.

Personal thoughts: It’s very cute how Alastor’s shadow pines after Angel.

24.) Crossroads

Rating: M

Summary: A mafioso’s and a murderous radio star’s paths collide in New Orleans in the winter of 1933.

Personal thoughts: OKAY SO I REALLY LOVE THIS BECAUSE HUMAN AUS ARE MY JAM AND THEN ALASTOR AND ANGEL BEING TERRIBLE HUMANS TOGETHER IS EVEN BETTER.

25.) Needle Through a Bug

Rating: E

Summary: Angel wakes up in a hospital after a party. His doctor is very strange, worryingly so. Still, he can't help but be intrigued.

Personal thoughts: Doctor AU. Alastor is insane. I love it because Alastor manages to be as creepy as possible while saving lives.

26.) My Roommate's a Demonic Deer 

 Rating: M

Summary: Don't you hate it when you "accidentally" summon a demon to fix a problem within your home, only to find out that they don't do that, so now you're stuck with a cannibalistic demon that constantly tracks blood onto the floor, brings other unholy beings into your apartment, and makes amazing jambalaya? It's amazing insanity!

Personal thoughts: Lmao I love demon summoning gone wrong so this was really an amazing read. Angel being a true himbo is always the best.

27.) Human Hazbin Roommates AU series

Rating: E, M

Summary: A series of porny RadioDust one-shots depicting modern human AU roommate life.

Notes:

Glimpses into the human lives of insufferable roommates.

(AKA This was supposed to be a practice at writing present tense smut and it devolved into sex and feelings)

Personal thoughts: Dive in for the smut, come out with the feels.

28: Darker Side of Hell series

Rating: E

Summary: Follow Charlie and later Alastor as part of my Story for the Hazbin hotel... It ain't pretty, so enjoy!

Personal thoughts: Not everyone’s cup of tea so i suggest reading the tags but I really love this series a lot. Angel being awkward and in love is the best shit ever. Its an amazing series.

29.) Scorched, Uninhabited, Rejected

Rating: M

Summary: When Hell suddenly loses all working functions, and angels start dropping from their overhead perches to attack the underworlds population, Charlie has no idea what to do before she's suddenly face to face with a Archangel. Though something, clearly, isn't right about the air the angel assures her to keep those who are dear tucked tightly by her side as the disaster struggles to fix itself.

But nothing is as it seems, Overlords' powers are dwindling and even her own is becoming strained as she struggles to protect her beloved hotel and friends from the Exterminators outside.

Personal thoughts: *vibrates* Can’t say much without spoilers so I’m just gonna beg ya all to read this.

30.) The Thin Line

Rating: None

Summary: Studies say it takes fifty hours of interaction before you consider someone a casual friend and two hundred to be a close friend. Alastor and Angel Dust manage to skip right past close friends to something more without either even noticing they've crossed the line.

31.) La Vie En Rose

Rating: G

Summary: Alastor learns that Angel is afraid of thunderstorms, and Angel in turn learns about the Radio Demon.

32.) falling 

Rating: M

Summary: "You're hot as fuck, be my boyfriend."

That was perhaps the worst thing he could've possibly said from that standpoint.

A college setting where Angel gets suddenly awful at flirting when it comes to the face of his crush, a cute library assistant that goes by Alastor.

Personal thoughts: COLLEGE AU COLLEGE AU. 

33.) Old Habits Die Hard

Rating: G

Summary: Angel decides to bring back a little habit of his after having a rough time.

Personal thoughts: Hella soft, please read.

34.) Handwritten 

Rating: None

Summary: Alastor imagines Angel must be lonely in heaven, he writes to keep him company.

 A series of letters addressed to Angel.

Personal thoughts: Hi, do you like crying into your pillow at 2 AM? You do? The look no further, this is the fic for you! Now, with extra heart wrenching feels!

35.) Relapse and Recovery

Rating: T

Summary: Going clean was never going to be easy, but easy was something Angel Dust never expected going into this anyway. At least he has a good support system to help him along the way.

Personal thoughts: I just really like AngeliaDark’s fics okay.

36.) Catalyst

Rating: T

Summary: All couples have their downfalls, and an event that should have been celebrated only drives Alastor and Angel Dust apart.

Personal thoughts: Love love love this. It’s very well written, reads easy and you’ll feel fluffy for days.

37.) Dinner Date: A RadioDust Tale

Rating: E

Summary: Angel Dust finally finds a way to get Alastor to agree to a 'date'. After all, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

Sometimes literally.

Personal thoughts: One of my favourite stories about RadioDust.

38.) This One's Dedicated to [static interruption]

Rating: M

Summary: A couple of years since the hotel's opening, the residents have settled down into a fairly tolerable routine. Recently, some of them have begun experiencing peculiar symptoms which become more noticeable as time passes. To his dismay, the Radio Demon finds that he is not immune.

A chance encounter with Angel Dust propels the two demons together as they attempt to answer what's behind the unusual phenomena, while rediscovering all the things they thought dead and buried along the way.

Personal thoughts: Slowburn but definitely worth it. I love the story and how it’s progressing with a certain mystery surrounding the whole plot.

Also slight self plug I guess:

39.) 14 ways to say “I Love You”

Rating: T

Summary: Just a collection of small drabbles I’m writing on based on single word prompts.

Please check it out if you’re a fan of odd AUs.

Wowee, that’s a lot. I’m gonna call it a night and say that’s all for today. I hope you enjoy these! 

[bleachanimefan1]

Oblitus Part 26 I.M.P

39 Days Left Until Extermination...

"Will all hotel staff come to the main lobby for an important announcement!" Charlie's voice echoed throughout the hallways. Everyone walked into the lobby to see the princess and Vaggie, waiting.

Husk eyes were red and blood shot, while his fur had several tangles and mats as Niffty tried to brush them out. He tried to shove her away as she did. Angel was half naked while he had on a very short shorts much to Alastor's discomfort while Husk on the other hand was flustered. Alastor was perfectly dressed as always, standing and waiting, with a smile etched across his face, although he had slight dark circles underneath his eyes. Anna, who was standing next to him, looked worse for wear. Her hair was a complete mess, not even brushed as if she just crawled out of bed. Her eyes were bloodshot as well as she let out a yawn wanting to go back to sleep. 

"What's the big idea calling so damn early at 6 o' clock in the morning?!" Angel questioned angrily still half asleep while holding Fat Nuggets who was sleeping in his arms.

"Since, everyone's been cooped up at the hotel for awhile. I thought that we should go out and have some fun. In celebration for Niffty's redemption, we are going to my dad's theme park, LuLu World!" Charlie explained.

 "LuLu World?" Anna asked, confused half asleep and dazed.

 "LuLu World!?" Niffty exclaimed, excitedly.

 "Lu Lu World!" Charlie shouted, happily.

 "I can't wait to tell Baxter!" Niffty said.

 Alastor glanced down at Anna. "Looks like this is a perfect opportunity for our date!" He said. 

 "Y-Ay!" Anna answered while smiling nervously. She did not the smile that the radio demon had on his face. 

The limo parked right in front of the park's entrance and everyone stepped out. Husk pulled Anna aside away from everyone and whispered.

"If he does anything weird to you, just scream." 

 "Got it." Anna nodded.

Everyone went their separate ways, Husk with Angel, Niffty with Baxter, and Vaggie with Charlie along with Razzle and Dazzle, Charlie bodyguard goat pets, as they left Alastor and Anna alone together.

"So what do you like to do first?!" Alastor asked leaning in far too close to Anna's personal bubble.

"Why don't you pick then I'll choose the next one?" Anna shrugged. Alastor hummed in thought before answering.

"Merry go round!"

"Are you serious?" Anna questioned.

"Why, yes, indeedy!" Alastor replied. He dragged Anna by her hand as they headed towards the ride. Some of the carousel were shaped like apples while some had a dark horse. Both Alastor and Anna, each, climbed onto the horse. The ride started up and slowly began to spin around. Anna held onto the pole as the ride began to pick up speed. It couldn't go faster could it?

It did... 

The ride went faster, and faster as it went around. Anna shut her eyes as she began to lightheaded and dizzy. Alastor on the hand was enjoying every second of it as he leaned back, raising his hands in the air as the ride went faster, hooping and hollering. Who knew he was such a big man child!I

As the ride continued to go faster, not too far off from the side, hiding in a abandoned booth were the three imps. Blitzo fired a couple rounds but missed mostly hitting some unfortunate demons and imps and shooting and breaking some of the carousel as well.

At the end of the ride, Anna found herself face first into a trashcan as she puked up the remains of the breakfast she had earlier. She glared up at the radio demon who was standing beside her, innocently, with a smug smile on his face. 

"Now, let's go on that ride!" Alastor suggested, pointing over towards a rollercoaster as it plummeted down to the ground fast, combustion in a fiery explosion. Anna whimpered as she stared at the ride with wide eyes. This guy is going to kill me! Alastor laughed but suddenly stopped as he saw something strange. 

 He noticed a red dot appeared on Anna's forehead. "You know what, I changed my mind. Let's go do something else instead!" He quickly insisted.

 "Okay? Up for a little shooting?" Anna asked. Alastor smiled.

"You read my mind!" He replied then linked his arm around Anna's, heading towards the stand.

Pop! A random balloon, that was held by an imp child, imploded, from out of thin air as it was shot, crying as it did.

The two walked straight up to a shooting stand. It had angels for targets as well as cherubs. There were an assortment of stuffed prizes hanging from the walls. 

"Step right up! Step right up!" The imp shouted. "Shoot the angels and win a prize!"

"Mind if I have a try?" Anna asked.

"Are you sure that you can handle it?" Alastor mused, teasing. Anna frowned. She wanted so badly to wipe that smirk off his face. She picked up the pistol and the imp started the targets. Anna turned to the vendor.

"Make them to faster." She stated. 

"Are you sure?" The imp laughed. "I think your at cream puff level at best." 

Anna nodded. "Do it." 

"Okay, don't say I didn't warn ya!" The imp exclaimed, pulling down the lever. "Cranking it up to God speed!" 

The targets began to move at an excessive alarmingly fast rate, hard enough for everyone who was watching to see. Suddenly, one by one each target fell as Anna fired each round. There was a stunned silence as no one made a sound as they stared frozen in shock. Alastor, with wide eyes and a frozen smile, standing rigid. Each target was down, not a shot missed. 

"Holy shit!" The imp vendor exclaimed in shock.

"I'll take the deer stuffed animal, thank you." Anna replied, blushing, a little, embarrassed from everyone staring. The imp still standing in shock handed the animal out towards her. Anna took it and gave it to Alastor who was along with everyone else still in shock, a deer in headlights.

"Let's do something else, shall we?" Anna suggested, quickly walking away. Alastor chased after her right at her heels.

Where did that come from?!" He questioned.

"What?"Anna shrugged, acting like what just happened was no big deal.

"THAT! What you just did back there!" Alastor pressed further.

"Well, I did tell you that my father was a hunter. Sometimes he would take me with him. It used to be a hobby between just the two of us." Anna explained.

"Why didn't you tell me that you can shoot!" Alastor shouted.

"You never asked." Anna answered.

Alastor laughed. "Fair point." 

 "I'm getting a little hungry mind getting some shaved ice?" Anna suggested. It wasn't what Alastor was used too or liked, but he agreed.

"Sound's like berries to me!"

Eventually, the two were now sitting down on a bench eating their shaved ice in silence. Alastor chose Cherry flavored while Anna went with Blueberry. Every once in a while, Anna would glance over at Alastor before looking away when he noticed her looking at him.

"Have your parents ever told you that it's rude to stare?" Alastor asked. "Something on your mind, darling?"

"Well, you know some stuff about me. But, I hardly know anything about you, besides your mom. Like did you do in your past life, when you were alive? How did you end up here?" Anna asked, curious.

Alastor tensed as the remains of his cone fell to the ground. "You are asking some very dangerous questions." 

"I still want to know." Anna insisted.

 "Why?" Alastor questioned.

 "Don't you want to be redeemed as well?" Anna asked. Alastor laughed.

"Darling, I'm far from redeemable!" Alastor said. "If you know of the despicable things I've done. You would be repulsed!"

"Try me." Anna replied. Alastor twitched, a little irritated. He sighed and started.

"Very well, then. I was a very popular radio star in New Orleans. I gave daily announcements about news and events. One of my most famous reports was a serial killer."

"Really? Did they ever catch him?" Anna asked.

Alastor laughed. "You can say that. You're sitting right next to him!" 

Anna's eyes widen and she nervously swallowed. "Y-You're a serial killer?"

"Yes. Now you know my dirty past." Alastor rolled his eyes. "Any more questions?"

 "Why?" Anna asked.

 "Why, what?" Alastor questioned.

 "Why did you do it?" Anna asked.

Alastor shrugged. "Well, at first for a while, it was abusers, rapists, anyone who were lost causes. But, soon I had a craving for more. Pretty much every other week there was a killing." He finished while Anna listened, taking in everything that he had told her. 

"Alastor," Anna said. "Most of those people were murderers. You probably saved a lot more lives than you took."

"You think so?" Alastor laughed. "Well, I hate to break it got you, my dear. But, you are wrong. It wasn't my place to judge for their actions." Even he couldn't believe the words that escaped from his mouth. 

"Surely, you must feel a little remorse?" Anna pressed. "Even a little?"

"No, not a bit." Alastor answered.

Then Alastor noticed the strange red dot again as it appeared on Anna. He made a strained smile. This was getting annoying! He briskly signaled his shadows, while Anna was looking away, that were hiding, to find out where it was coming from. His shadows immediately took off, darting away to the source. High on top of the ferris wheel, Blitzo was aiming a rifle at Anna setting it's scope on her.

"I got you now, bitch!" Blitzo shouted.

As Blitzo was about to squeeze the trigger, several dark shadows loomed over the three imps.

"Holy shit!" Blitzo screamed. The shadows lunged at the three terrified imps.

"They belong to the radio demon!" Millie cried out.

"This is not worth risking our lives over, sir!" Moxxie screamed out.

"OH HELL NO!" Blitzo shouted. FUCK THIS! SCATTER!"

The three imps desperately tried to get away from the shadows as they bailed out from the passenger car. Now falling from a great height and hurling towards the ground, landing right onto an inflatable bounce house. It began to deflate as screaming kids were trying to get out.

Then a thick blue book fell landing right in front of Charlie and Vaggie who were walking nearby.

"Hey, what's that?" Vaggie asked. Charlie's picked it up, examining it. Her eyes widened in surprise. The latin labeling on the cover gave it away. It was indeed the book. She glanced over at Vaggie who was looking at her, waiting.

"Uh, nothing!" Charlie quickly answered. "Absolutely, nothing!"

 "Hon,-" Then Vaggie stopped as she saw Alastor and Anna approaching as they headed towards them. The princess quickly hid the book behind her back. Vaggie walked over to them. Charlie looked behind her to see Razzle and Dazzle.

"Take this and hide it away for now." She whispered to them. Her two goat pets took the book and ran off heading towards the limo as everyone got ready to leave. 

A s everyone left, the three jumps crawled out from the popped deflated bounce house.

"oh, nice job, sir. You lost the book." Moxxie groaned.

"Shut the fuck up, Moxxie!" Blitzo growled.

[spiced-ciderr]

Dearly Departed Chapter 2;

May 17th, 1991

Walking into the backroom, eighteen year old Dawson wondered around the dark area. It had to be here. They had to be here. Judging from the tapes Scott had left her, she was in the right room. He'd specifically asked her to look in the spare suits.

Scott Cawthon had been her babysitter growing up. On the nights her father was too drunk or her mother was out at every strip club in town, he was there. He'd been a security guard for her Uncle Will's establishment. He'd always known, though, that something was up. She hadn't noticed it at first, but the suspicious glances he'd shoot at her Uncle, the way he'd never let her or her sister alone in a room with him, the way he'd instructed Dawson to never let Keyla out of her sight when they were at Freddy's. She knew something was...ill. Wrong. Not right. Something was wrong with William Afton. Regardless, she knew she could trust Scott. He was always there for her and Keyla.

Right. Her sister was still back home. She prayed that she'd be okay. A part of Dawson knew that she wouldn't be returning home from the pizzeria tonight.

Lifting the head of the original Fredbear suit, she inhaled sharply, dropping both the costume head and the flashlight she'd taken in with her. The smell. Long-rotten meat. She gagged. The-The kids- He was the one who killed Charlie! A-And Gabriel, and Jer-Jer! All of her and Keyla's childhood friends-

She gasped, her thoughts interrupted. Eyes widening as she felt the large, cold metal blade penetrate her stomach. Choking, she shakily looked up at her Uncle. He grinned sadistically, yanking the knife from her torso before plunging it in again, and again, and again. She screamed, her voice ringing out through the pizzeria. His eyes widened, quickly glancing to the door of the Parts and Service room. He growled, lifting her by her long hair and dragging her away. He snarled at her, before her world finally faded to black.

And with that, Dawson Lynn was dead.

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Falling. She was falling. It was hot. The stink- What was this smell?

She hit the ground with a thud. Ouch. She groaned, opening her eyes. She was- whAA-

Quickly rolling onto the sidewalk, she gasped as her heart raced. She nearly missed being hit by a speeding car. On her back as she gazed up at the bright sky, she realized something was off. Oh, yeah, it was red. Why was the sky red? And why wasn't she dead? She literally just bled out on the floor-

The sun was replaced with a large, bright pentagram. Oh. Oh.

'I'm in hell. Not surprising, honestly.'

She got onto her knees, looking into a nearby puddle. Her large, wolf ears twitched-

Wait.

"large, wolf ears" ?

She froze as she took in her new appearance. Sitting atop her head, were two large wolf ears, both a dark brown and fading into a golden ombre near the tips. She felt behind her, only to find a large and fluffy tail, the same color scheme as her ears. Her eyes had also changed-

Instead of the milky brown they once were, they were now heterochromic. Her left eye, was a beautiful golden color, while her right was pitch black, a small white pinprick at the center. She also had a set of fangs, along with sharpened nails that almost resembled claws.

Shakily standing up, she searched for any scraps of money. She needed to find shelter.

After a few hours, and a lot of gambling, she'd successfully gained a small house somewhere near the 3rd circle. She'd rather not think about just how she'd obtained it.

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A few months into hell, she'd already risen up and proven to be powerful. Taking down any demons that stood in her way, she started pondering in sorcery and magic.

She soon started to call herself "The Witch"

She was surprised when she was officially elected as one of the most powerful Overlords. Though, she was excited to meet the rumored "Radio Demon".

But she hadn't know how soon she'd find him.

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It'd been about two years since she'd arrived into hell when she was summoned out of nowhere to an overlord meeting.

Everyone, including the king of hell himself, had been gathered around a large, rectangular table. She'd been sat across from the infamous Radio Demon, and she couldn't help but shudder at the white noise that filled her senses, making it harder to focus. The static dancing across her skin, she could hardly even concentrate. And from the looks of the other overlords, she could tell that he had been targeting her. It wasn't effecting the other demons.

As the meeting adjourned, she quickly made her way to the exit. But of course, not before being trapped in the elevator with the radio demon.

Damn.

She tried her best to ignore his stare, even though she could feel his eyes boring into the back of her skull. Finally, she turned around.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, exasperated, finally facing him.

His large grin, from ear to ear, somehow stretched even wider. "Why, whatever do you mean, dear?" he asks, feigning innocence. She growled. "You know damn well what I'm talking about." Instead of responding, the elevator suddenly went dark. Lights flickering on and off, he cornered her quickly. Grabbing her face roughly, it was his turn to growl. "Now, dear, that was quite rude, wasn't it? Since you are fairly new, I'll let you off with a warning this time. Do not. Speak like that. To me." he finished with a whisper, before the elevator dinged. Composing himself in record time, he gave her his most stunning smile before walking out the door. "I look forward to working with you, witch!" he calls back.

She glared. She was angry. But why was she flustered, as well?

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She later found out she'd being seeing a lot more of him. Every time they seemed to cross paths accidentally, the more it happened She started to learn things about him. She learned he loved to cook. He absolutely adored music, song and dance. Even in death, he'd still do his weekly radio shows, broadcasted to all of hell.

They eventually became business partners. She supposed that was the closest she'd get to him. Although, 'business' mostly involved going on bloody rampages with Alastor and gathering territory for him, while he'd return the favor. She also learned, that under any circumstances, never touch him. He had to initiate it first, or else there would be a second death in her future.

She eventually decided not to mess with him, not wanting to lose a limb for 'accidentally' shoving past him.

As she strolled down the streets in one of her cities, she suddenly became very aware of the loud screaming and shouting not too far from where she was. Using her shadows to travel quickly towards the scene, she was met with an odd sight.

Said Radio Demon was currently genociding half of her city.

Furrowing her brows in confusion, her orbs scanned the area, bodies littering the streets. It was here when Alastor took notice of her presence. "Ah! Dearest! How nice of you to join me on a lovely evening such as this!" He cheerfully exclaimed. She rolled her eyes. "Alastor, come on, this is-" "-Your territory, yes I'm aware! I thought it'd be courteous to pay you a visit!" his smile grew in size. She raised an eyebrow. But before she could protest, he took hold of her wrist, swiftly pulling her against him, before adjusting his grip. "Isn't it a lovely night for dancing?" he asked, tone just a bit softer. She pulled back slightly, before giggling. "Fine, fine. But just one dance, alright? As much fun it is to dance through blood-soaked streets with you, I've got places to be, Al." she chastised. He scoffed.

They danced until dawn.

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She wasn't expecting to see a dog standing atop a large building.

How the heck did a dog get into hell?? Dogs were so precious!

Using the her shadows to transport herself behind the pupper. Though, right as she appeared behind him, she almost fell off the roof when he turned into a human, in front of her.

Holy shit-

She noticed him approaching the edge.

Oh. Oh.

There's two things she could do here- She could walk away, or she could try and stop him. She decided in the long run she wasn't that shitty of a person, speaking up.

"Hey. What are you doing?" she asked, gently making her way closer.

Glancing behind himself, the man looked back out to the city, lights reflecting on his face. "Escaping this hell." he replies, coldly. But she can hear a small hint of something broken in his voice. This poor soul.

Coming to stand next to him, she sighed. Running a hand through her hair, she responded. "It ain't that easy. Believe me, I've tried." She says tiredly. "What's got you wanting to end it?"

She was surprised by his next words.

"Everything. I was hoping to see my parents for the first time when I originally died, but instead I came here. They were murdered in front of me by Slenderman." She was taken aback. What the hELL? Slenderman was real? But she knew this man couldn't be lying. He continued.

"He just came to my house and killed them both in front of me, leaving me alive on purpose." He sniffles, and then continues his story. "I had to live for the next 12 and a half years without them because of him. Scrounging around for food, stealing, even having to kill just to survive myself."

"..Wow." is all she can reply with. She feels something bubbling up in her chest- is this guilt? Sorrow? Emotions she hasn't felt since she was alive. She put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry that happened to you. I know what it's like having a lot of fear, and pain, and hurt stemming from your childhood. But trust me, it isn't worth your life. You're here for a reason, and you have to overcome this to be stronger." she pats his shoulder.

"What's your name?" she asked.

He hesitates before saying, "My name's Ski. What's yours?"

She smiles, for once, someone who doesn't know who she is.

"Most call me The Witch. You can call me Dawson."

And thus the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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When Alastor told her he'd be gone for a while, helping the princess with her "passion project" for his own mere entertainment, she was surprised. Dawson was even more surprised when he asked her to come with him.

Of course, she had nothing better to do, and it did sound like some quality entertainment.

When she agreed to go with him, she wasn't expecting to be held at spear-point by the princess's love interest, Vaggie, as soon as she walked through the door.

"Why are you here? We KNOW what your game is! You AND that-that Radio demon!" Vaggie growled, pushing Dawson up against the wall. She merely laughed.

"Of course, I'm here to help!"

Ski, in dog form, huffed out what suspiciously sounded like a laugh.

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That night, when Alastor made Jambalaya for the hotel, she wasn't expecting for them to receive a new guest, in the same night.

She most definitely wasn't expecting it to be her own sister.

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[charliesradiodemon]

Charlastor Week Day 3: Cooking

(I’m cheating here lmao sorry. This one was gonna be the Human AU fic but then I had a better idea for both prompts in terms of direction

Also is this fic about a healthy relationship? Nah.

Warning: contains blood, talking about cannibalism and murder)

Day 3 Cooking 

“Alastor!“ a sharp gasp made Alastor whip his head around to the shack’s door. Blood had splattered across his wicked grin. He found the silhouette of who he recognized was Charlie standing at the door. He couldn’t see her expression due to the outside light behind her obscuring her face, but he could only imagine the delicious horror that graced her features.

The bloodthirst set in once more and the one thing he wanted to see was his lover and prey’s face twisted in horror and despair before her sweet light drained from her eyes.

It was too bad. Charlie was a special gal who was closest to his heart than anyone ever could ever get. In a way he did find a kind of love with her in their three years together. She was always lovely and interesting and the fact that she hadn’t bored him yet surprised him. It certainly was a crying shame that his favorite prey was about to meet her end now that she’d seen too much. He had no doubt that he’d miss her as he savored each delicious piece of her.

Through the obscurity, Alastor could see that she brought her clasped hands to her chest. “You...” she paused.

Alastor approached slowly, a butcher’s knife in hand. “Yes, Charlie?”

She stood in place and didn’t move. While he appreciated her thoughtfulness to not run away and just accept her fate, Alastor was partially disappointed that he couldn’t give chase to the doe. After all, they always tasted best when they desperately fought for their lives. “You’re the New Orleans Butcher...” she whispered just enough for the two of them to hear.

‘She even whispered my secret. What a lovely, thoughtful girl.’

With a wide grin, he replied with confidence. “Yes indeedy! And what are you-“ he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks unable to continue.

Once he was close enough so that the light that obscured her face dissipated, Alastor found a small smile on her lovely face. She even seemed to be suppressing a laugh even.

“And here I was worrying about that...”

His smile remained but faltered slightly at the sight. What about this situation was so funny? Did she not understand what was going on? He almost felt concerned for the strange woman. “Worrying about what my dear?” Why was this so funny to her? She was about to die by her lover’s hand!

“Alastor... I think we’ve been hiding some crazy secrets from each other.”

The man tightened his grip on the bloodied butcher’s knife in his hand. “What do you mean?”

She stepped closer with her relieved smile in place, impossibly calm as she approached slowly. “I’ve been thinking about the future a lot recently. And I know this is selfish of me, but one day I’ll have to leave. And I was thinking, when that time came I’d never see you again. I’ve always wanted to see the good in people and see them go to Heaven, but you... I-I was sure you’d go to Heaven and I’d never get to see you again. And it’s awful, but somehow... I’m relieved,” She was now in front of him, no trace of fear in her eyes. Only a soft smile full of joy and tearful relief. Alastor had no idea how to react. He couldn’t move his legs let alone lift his arm to end the odd woman.

His lover looked up at him, her brown eyes clear even under the dim light. But then she blinked and Alastor could have sworn he’d snapped. Her sclera glowed a brilliant red while the iris was a golden ring around her black pupils. The sound of something sprouting from Charlie’s head took his attention away from her eyes. Two long horns sprouted amongst rapidly growing golden hair.

“M-my word...” Alastor whispered, not knowing what else to say. His heart pounded in his chest, making him feel all sorts of emotions. But none of those emotions were negative in the slightest.

“I’m sorry if this is too much for you. I didn’t want you to see me this way.” Seeing his expression and hearing his tone, Charlie’s gaze fell to the floor in assumed dejection. She probably looked like a hideous monster to him. She acted too hastily and now she had to be ready for whatever came next.

“What are you then, my love?” The words made Charlie’s eyes widen in shock. The term of endearment truly caught her off guard and for a moment she didn’t know what to do other than look back up at him with the same shocked expression he had just a moment ago. “You can tell me Charlie.”

His expression softened back to the smile she was familiar with as if a moment ago he wasn’t planning his next meal around her. His darkened eyes were almost loving. If he was frightened at all, he was good at hiding it.

Charlie clasped her hands together, suddenly feeling awkward and shy. “I-I’m a demon. I’m from H-Hell.”

It came to Alastor as a surprise. She was the single most pure creature to exist. What had she done to earn her eternal damnation? “It can’t possibly be. You’re the sweetest little thing to grace the Earth. Tell me, how is it you ended up in Hell?”

The ease of his questions only surprised Charlie further. It was as if this was just a normal occurrence and he was asking her about her day. “I was born there.” She replied truthfully, attempting to sound natural about it.

Alastor, butcher knife still in hand, placed his free hand on her shoulder and continued, “So when you said you had to go home one day, did you mean that you were going back to Hell?”

Charlie nodded and suddenly she was drawn into his arms. “You silly, sweet girl.” Charlie felt the handle of the butcher’s knife pressing against her back, but she wasn’t worried. She trusted her Alastor, not like the cleaver would harm her anyway. She reciprocated the hug with a small smile until she realized something.

She peered up at him with a questioning look. “And what about you? How long has this been going on?”

Alastor hummed as he thought for a moment. “About seven years or so,” he said casually as if he were just speaking about the weather. It nearly unnerved Charlie that he was so casual and calm about this. Then again, she wasn’t any better with her own secret.

“So I suppose I’ll be seeing you in Hell one day.” He chuckled, pulling away slightly to look her down.

He failed to mention what exactly he did with those he slaughtered. He also failed to mention that Charlie herself would have eventually ended up as another source of food for him once he felt she outlived her entertainment.

“I’ve been here for three. Wow... I never would have suspected!” She pulled out of his embrace, not realizing that she was now covered in blood.

“Yes that is the point, darling. If everyone suspected, well I just wouldn’t be here now would I?” He laughed with a shrug. To his surprise, Charlie let out a closed-mouthed giggle. Then again she was a demon, murder must not mean much to her.

Alastor raised his eyebrows and grinned widely. “So as a demon would you approve?”

“I mean as a demon I’m supposed to. I’m supposed to “tempt” people to sin. But I also don’t necessarily like it. I... really don’t actually.” she said hesitantly as she turned her gaze to the bloodied workbench in the corner. It still held the fresh corpse of a man Charlie couldn’t recognize.

‘What was he going to do with the man? None of the bodies of his victims have ever been found... The only thing the New Orleans Slasher would leave behind were splatters of blood and bits of his victims.’

Alastor belted a hearty chuckle. “You’re not a very good demon, dear.”

“Ah yeah...” she huffed an awkward chuckle as she turned her attention back to her lover in front of her. “My dad’s reminded me of that for a while now...”

“I bet. Now as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, this isn’t the place for that my love,” he nodded to the door and shot her a reassuring grin. “Why don’t you head back in the house and once I’m done out here we can talk.”

Charlie smiled half relieved and half gratefully. She leaned up and kissed the part of his cheek that was free of blood. “Sounds good. Do you want me to make you anything?” Her demonic form dissipated with another blink of an eye, which Alastor watched with full interest before walking back to the workbench.

“Coffee would be nice sweetheart. Oh and I must apologize. It seems I’ve left a mess on you.” he gestured toward her front and Charlie immediately looked down. She jumped in surprise and then sighed.

Charlie pouted and inspected her dress. “Al, you need to be more careful! I’m really not supposed to do this but...” she paused and snapped her fingers. A rush of hellfire consumed her for a split second before revealing a spotless dress on the slasher’s cleaned lover. He was at a loss for words at the spectacle. Charlie let out a content breath and continued, “This is my favorite dress!” She turned and made it back to the threshold before turning back to Alastor, who looked dumbfounded. “Please make sure to wash up before you come back in please? Blood isn’t fun to wash up you know.”

Alastor awoke from his daze. He nearly burst out laughing, but merely chuckled at the odd request. “Yes dear.”

Once the door closed, Alastor went back to work feeling a strange sense of ease, excitement and intrigue all in one sensation. Who was once his prey and simple ingredient was now his confidant. It almost felt good keeping someone who knew of his hobby around strangely enough. Maybe it was the sudden rush of adrenaline?

Or maybe it was because he’d realized that he’d taken a demon for a lover. And while he did genuinely love Charlie in a strange way, knowing now that she was a demon only seemed to spark a new feeling of excitement that he refused to extinguish. “A demon...” he muttered as he cut away at the bone of his latest kill. “The little dear is just full of surprises.”

He made quick work of his preparations. Once he packed and stored his future meal in a natural underground freezer, he wiped off the excess blood from his person, per Charlie’s request. The underground storage was at the peak temperature to store meats now that the first snowfall coated the ground. Properly packed, the human flesh would hold up longer. He’d make a fine meal later, but first he needed to chat with his lovely demon waiting for him.

He found her in the sitting room, reading a book peacefully with a pair of steaming cups beside her. When she heard his footsteps, she looked to the door and smiled. “Your coffee’s waiting for you.”

Alastor took the cup closest to his unoccupied chair and took a sip. “Thank you darling. Now, I hope you know I have plenty of questions. And I’m sure you do too.” he walked to the sofa and set his coffee cup down on the coffee table. He pat the seat next to him, to which Charlie smiled and obliged. He took her hand in her’s and let their clasped hands rest on the cushion between them.

The little demoness turned to face him, looking like she was ready to burst. “Alastor, I actually only have one question for you.”

“Go on.” he replied calmly.

She tensed. Alastor detected this sign of distress but remained unmoved. “Did you... ever feed me human...?” Charlie asked shyly. She prayed that her thoughts were wrong. She pieced together that he probably ate his victims seeing how he put so much care into the butchering of his victims.

“Oh no dear, I would never,” he replied promptly. He felt Charlie relax as soon as he said it. She wouldn’t know how to feel if she found out that she ate human meat. She’d had so many meals at Alastor’s house that once the idea entered her mind, she feared for the worst. “Not only would it be rude to feed it to someone who would not appreciate the taste of human flesh, I am also selfish. I don’t have it often, but I’m willing to share with you if you-“

Once her question was answered satisfactorily, she cut him off. “Nope! No no no thank you!” She shook her head wildly and crossed her arms into an ‘X’. “You can have all of it.” once she finished speaking, she placed her hand back into his grasp and plopped her head onto his shoulders with a sigh.

Alastor chuckled and took another sip of coffee while it still steamed in its cup. “How generous of you, dearest. You’re a demon are you not? I’m surprised that you have an aversion for human flesh!”

“Haha... yeah... I’m just not the biggest fan...”

They spoke for a bit longer before the grandfather clock reminded the pair of the time.

“Oh! I haven’t prepared dinner yet!” Charlie cried. She let go of Alastor’s hand and stood. She made her way toward the kitchen before turning to Alastor. “What would you like for dinner? We still have venison.”

Alastor stood as well and grinned. “Allow me to assist you my love. I’m sure my talents with flesh will help you greatly.”

Charlie scoffed and nodded. “Alright come on funny guy.”

It didn’t feel right, but she was happy. Sure he committed heinous actions, and he probably intended to turn on her one day, but Alastor was still the same Alastor she knew. It was awful but she wasn’t fazed by his hobby for murder and consumption of other humans. Once she was gone, it was inevitable that he’d one day find himself in the fiery pits of Hell and reunite with her. It didn’t matter what he did at this point. As long as he stayed by her side, she’d be content.

[snarkybluechristian]

Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 49

The group made their way up the stairs and walked through the hallways until they reached Cherri’s room.

“Here, we are,” Doctor Red said with a smile as he opened the door.  

To Cherri and Angel’s surprise, the room was fully furnished with a proper bed.  The bed was a king-sized bed with white blankets and dark wood paneling with matching bedside tables with lamps and an alarm clock on one side.  The bookshelf with books and the vanity on the right side of the room and the wardrobe on the left side of the room next to the bathroom and the floor were made up of the same wood.  The wood and technicolor books were the only thing bringing color to the room and its white walls beside the light coming in from the windows of course.

“Surprise!” Doctor Red exclaimed cheerfully.

Cherri blinked in surprise and muttered, “Um…wow…You got this together quickly.”

“I hope you two like it,” Arackniss replied coldly.  “The maid cleaned the floor and the bathroom while we were downstairs.  Then when we came upstairs, we moved all the new furniture and everything else in.  It would have taken longer if it weren’t for the doctor’s muscles.”

“I appreciate it, fellas,” Angel said kindly.  “This room is very spacious and nice.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Doctor Red said, gently placing his hands on Angel and Cherri’s backs and pushing them into the room.  “You two can spend private time together in here.”

“Sure thing, doc man,” Cherri said as she and Angel entered the room.

“Have fun in there,” Arackniss said dryly.  “We’ll see ya later for lunch.”

“We’re going to talk to your father about your progress,” Doctor Red proclaimed happily.  “He said earlier that if you are good he’ll let you and your lady friend walk in the garden, Anthony.”

Angel paused in surprise for a moment.  

Then Angel shyly smiled and said, “That would be pretty swell, doctor.”

“Good,” Doctor Red said cheerfully shutting the door and locking it.  “If you need anything before lunch, just holler and let us know.  See you later, Anthony and Cherri!”

Then without another word, the good doctor left with Arackniss once again following on his heels.

“I’m so sick of being locked up, Angie,” Cherri said as soon as the two had walked away.

Angel didn’t respond but looked around at the corners of the ceiling.  

“Angie?” Cherri asked in confusion.  “What are you…?”

Angel turned to Cherri and placed a finger on his lips before he got on his knees to look under the bed.  

Cherri quickly caught on to what he was doing and searched the room with Angel to check for any listening devices or video cameras.  

To their mutual astonishment, there were no video cameras or listening devices anywhere in the bedroom or bathroom.

Angel sighed in relief, fell backwards onto the bed, and said, “I’m sick of being locked in rooms, too.  I’ve been locked in rooms for over a fucking week.”

“That sucks,” Cherri said, lying down next to him on the bed.  

“Tell me about it,” Angel said, annoyedly taking off his gray shirt and tossing it on the floor.  “I’m sick of locked rooms, restraints, punishments, and this goddamn uniform.”

“At least, the accommodations are nicer,” Cherri said, sitting up on the bed and suddenly perking up as she noticed the wardrobe by the corner of the wall.  “Hey, did they get me new clothes?”

Angel sat up and leaned lazily on the bottom board at the foot of the bed.  

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Angel said.  “Let’s see what they got ya.”

Cherri hopped off the bed, ambled over to the wardrobe, and opened the doors.  

“Woah,” Cherri said with a chuckle.  

“What did they get ya?” Angel asked, getting up off the bed and making his way to the wardrobe.  

The wardrobe was stuffed with dresses and other outfits that were fitted to her thin and nimble frame.

“I’ll be damned,” Angel said, picking out a blue dress and looking it over.  “They really went all out for ya.  These dresses are all in your size, too.”

“How do ya think they managed that?” Cherri asked.  “Oh, God.  Do you think they measured me in my sleep?”

“I wouldn’t put it past them,” Angel said with a sigh.

Cherri visibly shuddered in disgust.

Angel smiled warmly, put a hand on her shoulder, and said, “Don’t worry about it, babe.  I won’t let them touch ya again.  Okay?”

“Okay,” Cherri replied.  “But I’m blowing up these bastards as soon as I get the chance.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Now, you wanna try on these dresses with me?” Angel asked with a toothy grin.  “There’s ain’t much else to do.”

Cherri chuckled out loud and said, “Sure, Angie.”

Angel posed dramatically in the middle of the room and said, “Let’s get to it.  I’ll take all the dresses you don’t like.”

Cherri snorted and laughed heartily as she took the dress Angel was holding and began to undress.

“Are you sure about that, Angie?” Cherri teased.  “I don’t think the good doctor would like to see you all dressed up in such immodest and effeminate clothing.”

“He’d have to catch me in the dress first,” Angel retorted.  “They don’t have any cameras to catch me.”

“Alright, Angie,” Cherri said, tossing an older looking dress towards Angel.

“Oh, baby,” Angel exclaimed as he looked at the black and white dress plaid dress in front of him.  “This one is from my time.  They really dug deep to find this one.”

“How generous of them,” Cherri said sarcastically, pulling the blue dress over her body and looking into a mirror on the wardrobe door.  “Hey, this one doesn’t look bad.  What do you think, Angie?”

Angel had pulled off his loafers and slacks so that he was in his boxers and pulled the dress over his thin body.

Angel looked over to Cherri, whistled, and said, “You look hot, babe.  That is good luck for ya.  What do ya think of mine?”

Cherri snorted and said, “You look like my mother.  That thing is ancient.”

Angel and Cherri laughed together and continued trying on more dresses.

Before long, several hours had passed with them laughing and trying on dresses to keep themselves entertained.  They almost forgot where they were until they heard a familiar voice knocking at their door.

“Hello?” Doctor Red called out from the other side of the door.  “I’ve come by to bring you lunch and check on your progress.”

Angel and Cherri looked at each other fearfully.  Cherri was wearing a dress.  So was Angel.

“Shit,” Cherri whispered as they both heard Doctor Red fiddling with the door’s lock.

Without a moment to spare, Angel threw off his dress, grabbed Cherri’s wrist, dashed to the bed, pulled her on top of him, and whispered, “Play it off.”

“Okay,” Cherri whispered back.  

Doctor Red opened the door widely, pushed a cart of sandwiches and water bottles in front of him into the room, and looked up to see Angel laying on the bed with Cherri on top of his chest.

“Oh, my…” Doctor Red said in a surprise.

Angel looked back at Doctor Red, looked at Cherri, gasped in surprise, and started in a pretend fluster, “I…uh…I mean, uh, we…”

“We weren’t expecting you, doc,” Cherri said.  

“Oh, my apologies!” Doctor Red said apologetically backing away towards the door.  “I didn’t mean to interrupt you!”

Angel snatched a blanket at the end of the bed, threw it over himself and Cherri, and said shyly, “We were just messing around, doctor!  Nothing major!”

“Don’t worry about it, Anthony!” Doctor Red said exiting the room and slowly shutting the door.  “I won’t interrupt you two again until dinner!  Enjoy your lunch!”

Doctor Red quickly shut and locked the door.  Angel and Cherri heard him rushing down the hall to tell everyone what he saw.

Once they were sure he was gone, the pair breathed a collective sigh of relief.  

Cherri sat up in the orange dress she was wearing and wrapped the blanket around her body as she crawled across the bed to reach the cart of food on the other side.  

“That was too close, Angie,” Cherri said as she hopped off the bed and reached the cart of food.  

“I’ll say,” Angel said, crawling over to the other side of the bed to join Cherri.  “He caught us off guard.  We can’t let that happen again.”

“Agreed,” Cherri said, scooting over to make room for Angel.  “You’d think we’d have heard footsteps or something.  I mean, he’s literally made of stone.”

“We must have been too caught up in trying on dresses,” Angel said as he sat down next to Cherri and grabbed his sandwich.  “We forgot to keep an ear out.”

“Yeah,” Cherri said, grabbing her sandwich and following suit.  “I hate being a prisoner, Angie.”

“Tell me about it,” Angel said, eyeing his sandwich.  “At least these wardens feed us.  Alastor starved me out and only gave me smoothies.”

“That sucks,” Cherri replied before biting into her sandwich.  

“Yeah,” Angel replied as a shudder went through his spine.  “I don’t even want to think about what Alastor’s putting Vaggie through right now or about what Lucifer’s putting Charlie through.”

Cherri put a hand on Angel’s shoulder and said, “Hey, Angie.  Don’t worry.  We’ll get outta here to save your gal pals soon.”

“I know,” Angel said with a sigh.  “I just wish we could bust out sooner.”

“Well, we’re gonna get a chance to walk in the garden tonight, right?” Cherri said, gesturing with her sandwich for emphasis.  “We just have to wait for the doctor and your family to let us take our private little romantic stroll and hop the fence as soon as their backs are turned.  Easy peasy.”

“I doubt it’ll be that easy, Cher,” Angel said, taking another bite of his sandwich.

“Sure, it’ll be, especially with my bombs to fight them back!” Cherri exclaimed confidently as ever.

Angel swallowed his bite and said, “That’s just it, Cherri.  They’re going to expect us to do something like that, and they have all day to prepare for it.  My Dad and my brother are probably setting up something right now to make sure we can’t escape in case we try to make a break for it.”

“You and I can deal with that easily,” Cherri quipped.

“No, we won’t,” Angel said sternly.  “My Dad and brother ain’t morons like Sir Pentious.  Back in my day in New York City, they were revered among the men of my tradition as being some of the toughest, ruthless, and most cunning there was.  Made men of La Cosa Nostra never dared to cross each other, but they took extra care to never cross my Dad and brother.  The pair of them were known as the spiders of New York because they could weave such intricate and clever traps that no one who defied them ever knew they were trapped until it was too late.”

Cherri’s face fell suddenly and sharply as she saw the fear overtake Angel’s face and cause him to shiver right where he sat.

“Angel…” Cherri said letting her sandwich rest on her lap.  “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Angel said perking up again.  “The point is, we can’t rely on my Dad or my brother to make a mistake this early on.  We have to wait until they feel confident enough to let us out of their sight.  Once they do, that is when we act.  Understand?”

“Yeah,” Cherri said, reluctantly nodding her head in agreement.  “I just hate waiting.  It’s so boring.”

“I know, doll,” Angel replied.  “But don’t worry.  If everything keeps going this well, that wait shouldn’t be much longer.  Just wait a little longer, okay?”

“Okay,” Cherri said, picking up her sandwich again.  “But when we get the chance, I’m blowing those fuckers up to Heaven.”

Angel chuckled and said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sugar tits.”

The pair shared a smile and remained silent until they finished their lunches.  

Once they had finished their lunches, Angel pushed the cart of food against the wall by the door and asked Cherri, “You want to take a nap, Cher?  I’m feeling kinda tired.”

Cherri shrugged as she kicked off her shoes and socks and replied, “Why not?  It’s not like we have anything better to do.  Besides, this bed is comfortable and nice.”

“Indeed, it is,” Angel said, flicking off the light and climbing back onto the bed before he got an idea in his head.  “Hey, Cherri?  The good doctor will find us like this, right?  So, since he is, how about we make it look like we’re enjoying it?”

“Oh, I getcha,” Cherri said.  “So, what do we do?  You don’t want me to get naked.  Do ya?”

“No, no,” Angel said.  “Nothing like that.  Just take off your pants and that dress you’re wearing.  You can strip down to your underwear if you want.  That should be more than enough if you’re okay with it.  You can find a slip or something in those drawers.  You don’t need to go naked for me.”

Cherri snapped her fingers and said, “I have a better idea!”

Cherri then took off her pants and her shirt and climbed over to the other side of the bed where Angel’s gray uniform shirt was.  She pulled it on and struck a pose.  

“What do ya think?” Cherri asked.  “Lots of girls wear their boyfriend’s shirts.”

Angel smiled and said, “That looks perfect, sugar tits.  Now, let’s get cozy.”

Angel threw off the covers and gestured for Cherri to climb in.  Cherri readily climbed into bed next to Angel on the pillow next to his head.  

Angel shook his head and lifted Cherri up by her armpits.

“Angie, what are you doing?” Cherri asked confusedly.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve shared a bed with a man,” Angel said with a chuckle.

“What are you talking about?” Cherri protested.  “Why are you manhandling me, Angie?”

“You ain’t sleeping with me like you’re madly in love with me,” Angel replied.  

Cherri scoffed and said, “There’s a wrong way to do it?”

“Clearly, I’m dealing with a novice,” Angel sighed jokingly. “Here, let the expert show you how it’s done, babe.  It’s all about the presentation.”

Angel pulled Cherri on top of him and laid her down so that her head was resting on top of his chest fluff and said, “You need to rest your head there on my chest just like that with your arms lying on top or wrapped around my torso like I’m a giant body pillow.  Then I wrap my arms around your back like this…”

Angel wrapped his two pairs of arms around Cherri’s back and held her against his chest and continued, “…and I hold you against me, close to my heart, so that you feel warm, protected, and most importantly, loved.  I might even stroke your back to give you that bit of extra comfort to really sell the scene.”

“Oh, my God,” Cherri said, settling herself comfortably against Angel’s chest.  “You really are an expert at this.  And I thought you were gay.”

“Eh, I prefer men, but I can service either gender,” Angel said, settling his head against the pillow.  “Although to be honest, I have been growing to like snuggling with women a lot more these past few weeks.”

“Oh, really now?” Cherri asked.

“Yeah,” Angel said, rubbing Cherri’s back and prompting her to relax into Angel’s chest even more.  “Women are soft and warm.  I still prefer fucking men, but ladies ain’t so bad if you’re lookin’ for a snuggle buddy.”

“Be careful,” Cherri said before letting out a massive yawn.  “You might be turning bi.”

Angel chuckled to himself as he sat up quickly to pull the blankets over himself and Cherri.  Angel settled back into bed and Cherri moaned pleasantly as she buried her face back into Angel’s fluff.

The two laid like that and quickly drifted off to sleep.

[thatsaltybobcat]

Jealous Type part 3

Realized I never posted it here? Well, here you guys go!

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On any day, the lobby of the hotel was abuzz with conversation, it was where the small group spent most of their time. Whether it be Angel Dust flirting with Husk, or Nifty singing to herself as she relentlessly cleaned, there was always some form of communication. Today was no different. The lobby was abuzz with more than lively conversations.

There was screaming…

“I walked in on the two of you!” Vaggie hissed, pointing aggressively towards Charlie and Alastor, her shoulders trembling with rage and sorrow. Her hair was unkempt, certainly due to her several days away from the hotel. Her clothes were dirty and her breath was still tainted by the scent of alcohol. It was probably why she still had the courage to be where she was now, spear in hand, screaming her lungs out at the scandalous pair in front of her. “He had his hands-” Her mind was so frazzled with anger the argument she had planned in her head was nothing more than a jumbled mess of thoughts. ”... And YOUR HANDS WERE ON HIS BELT-”

“Vaggie, please!” Charlie choked out, trying to keep Vaggie from going into detail about what she exactly saw in the kitchen several days ago. Her hands up in a vain attempt to calm the demoness in front of her down. Glancing nervously over at Alastor, who just watched Vaggie with a smug grin on his face. Of course, he was enjoying this. 

Charlie’s gaze flitted over to the bar, where Husk, Angel Dust, and Nifty sat quietly with half-filled drinks. They had all been sitting there beforehand, talking about where Vaggie must have gone, and how worried Charlie was. Everyone had gone quiet when Alastor feigned ignorance. Simply stating that she’ll be home soon. 

No one dared recount that Vaggie had possibly seen Charlie and Alastor together, after all, they had no proof. By the time Angel Dust and burst into the kitchen with a polaroid camera in one of his hands, the pair had already started a new batch of cookies, dressed in their regular attire and looking wholly inconspicuous. So everyone just nervously shrugged off the interaction. So, when Vaggie then opened the door with a mumble, everyone stood up to meet her. 

When Charlie went to pull Vaggie into a hug, gushing about how worried she had been, she almost accepted the embrace. Just hoping that maybe this could all be forgotten, that maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her and she really didn’t see the two of them together.

Then she saw the Radio Demon, bringing up the rear in the possé as they circled around her. That smile… that knowing cocky grin was enough proof. And, it set Vaggie off.

“Don’t touch me!” Vaggie spat, pushing Charlie away from her. Much to everyone’s surprise. It was enough to send the three bystanders backing up towards the bar, reading the room that- plainly speaking- shit was about to hit the fan. “I know,” Vaggie growled, glaring daggers at Charlie and Alastor, who were now standing side by side.

“You k-know?” Charlie asked in false ignorance, crossing her arms over her chest to hug herself as she attempted to play off the situation. “I’m sorry hun but… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The obvious lying is mostly likely what finally pushed Vaggie over the edge. The nerve Charlie had to outright lie to her. That’s where they stood now, Vaggie continuing to shout profanities and accusations at the pair in front her. Unleashing all the rage and pent up frustration she’s had since she stormed out of the hotel several days ago.

Charlie’s face was red and tear-stained as she scrambled to find a way to say something… anything to make this situation better. But, there isn’t much to rectify a situation that was so raw… so public. It wasn’t something that could just be solved with a quick apology or some time to think about one another’s actions. 

“Vaggie… I know that you’re upset, okay?” Charlie started slowly, intertwining her fingers together as she tried to put the words together very carefully. “If… Maybe we could just go upstairs, or maybe somewhere more private to have this conversation. Then maybe-”

“LAS TONTERIAS! W-we’re doing this right here! I’m not giving this talk-show shitlord a chance to weasel is way out of this! He did this just to get under my skin, I saw the way he smiled at me in the kitchen. He knew exactly what he was doing!” Vaggie accused, pointing directly at Alastor with a glare that would kill if it could. “He wanted me to catch you two, just so he could get a reaction!”

“Okay, Vaggie that’s absolutely ridiculous! W-why in hell would Alastor do something like that?” Charlie countered, looking over at Alastor in confusion. But, he only kept that same smile plastered on his face and remained silent, but Charlie could see the fang whirring of dials behind his eyes. 

Alastor’s hands were tucked behind his back, standing perfectly still at he watched the moth demon in front of him rant and rave. It really was too entertaining, seeing her carry on like this. She lacked form and coherent thought, running on pure instincts at this point. Almost like a caged wild animal, frenzied by their capture and desperate for freedom. It made him… hungry. He’d have to go hunting tonight to try and satiate himself, he mentally noted. But for now, there was something very entertaining unraveling in front of him.

“Whatever! Y-you know what? It doesn’t matter! It really doesn’t! Because I know he’d do anything to hurt me because it’s fun for him. But you-” Vaggie choked on the word, fighting back tears with just more anger. Don’t cry, not over this, not over her. She’s doesn’t deserve to see you cry. Furiously wiping her face with a groan, she continued “You let him get to me. You cheated on me, with him!” 

“Vaggie… I know that you’re upset. You have every right to be, but if we could just-” Charlie started, reaching out to try and comfort her girlfriend. But her hand was slapped away just inches from connecting with Vaggie’s shoulder, causing Charlie with flinch back.

“DON’T touch me!” Vaggie hissed, the coldness her tone catching everyone off guard. 

Husk quietly hid behind the counter, toweling off a champagne flute, really making sure it was spotless. Nifty had shrunk back in her seat and was quietly following Husk’s lead, using a napkin to buff at a smudge on the countertop. Even Angel Dust- who would usually be asking for popcorn and a camera to record a conversation like this- had his arms crossed in front of him and silently tried to ignore the scene in front of him. 

Charlie was starting to grow desperate, shoulders starting to tremble as she tried to keep the situation calm. “Hun, can we maybe just take this into another room-”

“You had sex with Alastor..” Vaggie growled, her hands balling into fists. 

“Vaggie I don’t want to talk about in front of everyone-”

“You fucked the Radio Demon.”

“Please if you could just listen-” 

“You FUCKED him in the kitchen, begging for dick like some horny fucking teenager! You didn’t even seem to care about what that might do to me! You were more concerned with getting laid than how I might feel!” Vaggie jabbed angrily, tears starting to well up.

“I’M SORRY!” Charlie sobbed, finally snapping and letting her emotions flood over. “I’m so s-sorry for what I did Vaggie! It was such a horrible thing for me to do to you and I’ll never forgive myself for it!” Charlie helplessly wiped her eyes as she fought to get the words out, trying desperately to get Vaggie to look at her as she continued to heave and cry. “I-it was a stupid accident and I’m sorry!”

“But that isn’t true… now is it, my dear?” Everyone turned to face Alastor when he finally spoke up. He started to circle around Charlie and Vaggie, watching the two of them closely as he did. Ah, the world truly was a stage!

“When something is an accident, it only happens once.” He stopped in front of the bar, fiddling with some random detailing on the hardwood. Husk took a step back to the other side of the bar, while Nifty stared down at her little hands to act like she wasn’t paying attention. Angel Dust looked at though he was watching a train crash, kinda scared but unable to look away. “And… Vaggie I can assure you… While it might ungentlemanly to admit...”

“It wasn’t the first… or last time.”

Sheer shock at his gall was the only thing that kept everyone in their place, Charlie looking absolutely mortified as Alastors smirk widened. Vaggie just stared at him, her face looking completely blank. Alastor wondered if the comment had broken the gray demoness, the notion only egging him to continue. 

“And, you’re ‘sorry,’ my demon belle? Perish the thought!” The radio demon continued, walking back behind Charlie. Gently taking her hand in one of his own, another ever so carefully cupping her chin with his clawed fingertips. Tilting her face up so she was looking directly into his scarlet gaze. “You didn’t sound sorry last night.”

The next few seconds were all a blur, at least for Charlie, in one moment she was she beside Alastor, pulled close to him and still in his arms. In the very next, she was shoved back, flailing backwards and only saved from a date with the floor by Angel Dust, who managed to grab her arms and haul her back to her feet. “Woah there blondie, you okay?” 

But Charlie wasn’t listening to him, she was watching Alastor and Vaggie. The moth demon and lunged forward towards him, having pushed Charlie out of the way so she could attempt to drive her spear right between Alastors eyes. Pure fury burned in her eyes as she was held steadfast by a firm grip on the blade of the spear.

Alastor’s fingers were wrapped around the weapon, holding it strongly enough for blood to well up around the contact points. He seemed unfazed by the shedding, however, unflinching and smiling unwavering as he watched Vaggie struggle to pull the spear from his grip. Either refusing to let it go. 

“My my, such anger!” Alastor purred, his usually vibrant eyes quickly sinking back into pitch blackn. Only to be replaced with madly spinning dials that hissed violently against his head. That ever-present smile splitting wider across his face as static began to engulf the room. Distorting the air around them with a violent echo of screams and whirring machinery.

Only when the static got too loud for her to bear did Vaggie attempted to drop the spear, cutting her losses when her ears began to ring. Instead, the blood that had started to flow down the spear and melted into a trail of pure white static. Trickling down the staff of the weapon and reaching Vaggie’s fists. Where the fuzzy static had grabbed on and was now traveling up her arms. The dark power binding her hands to the weapon, effectively disabling her completely as matching static fronds snaked up her legs to hold them together. 

“A valiant effort my dear, I must commend you for that.” Alastor continued, lifting up the spear like it was nothing as he dangled Vaggie from the air a good foot off the ground. “Such silly, ignorant courage. How foolish… how stupid.” The crackling words dripping past his fangs as we watched Vaggie start to squirm in his grip. Her gaze crazed combination of anger and fear.

Oh well, this was a lot of fun, to be sure. But, all good things must come to an end. And, Vaggie only seemed like a nuisance to him now, after all, he already won Charlie’s affections. And this little fiasco was already over now. Lifting his other hand up, claws elongating into terrifying sharp tips as the grin on his face looked like it was about to split the Radio Demon’s head in two. He pressed his fingers close to Vaggie’s exposed neck, relishing the frenzied profanities as she tried to kick his hand away from her. “And, you must know how much I abhor ignorance-”

“ALASTOR STOP!” Charlie screamed, grabbing at his arm and trying to tug his grip away from Vaggie. “You don’t have to do this, please put her down. It isn’t worth it!” She watched Alastor's unwavering malicious grin as his hand was now pressed against Vaggie’s throat, squeezing at her neck until she started to choke out a few desperate gasps in an attempt to catch her breath. Charlie’s blood-red eyes wide with panic as she managed to wedge herself between the two brawling demons. Pressing her hands against Alastor’s face as she tried to gain back his attention. “PLEASE my love!” 

The term of endearment was enough to snap Alastor out of his spell. Like a switch, Alastor’s eyes snapped back to normal and the static quickly melted away. Dropping Vaggie like a hot rock with a chuckle as he turned to Charlie again.

Letting his hands press around her waist as he gave her a quick embrace. “But, of course, my dear.” He purred, his softening smile proving to Charlie that he had indeed calmed down. “Of course I was only trying to defend myself,” he added quickly as Charlie eased out of his grip and turned towards Vaggie.

Charlie dropped to Vaggie’s side to help her to her feet. “Vaggie, I’m so sorry. This all got so out of hand and-” But Vaggie wretched herself from Charlie’s grip with a grunt, rubbing furiously at her eyes as she turned away from Charlie.

Husk slowly peered his head out from behind the bar, ears perked as Angel Dust removed his arms from in front of his face, having attempted to shield himself from any incoming shrapnel of the fight. While Nifty remained behind the couch, muttering something about all the dust bunnies that had been trapped back here. But, it sounded like an excuse to not have to witness any more of the drama unfolding in front of her.

Alastor walked up quietly to stand beside Charlie, a hand on her shoulder as he watched Vaggie with a smug look of satisfaction. Charlie didn’t attempt to pull away, watching Vaggie as the demoness played that phrase back over and over in her head. 

She called him ‘my love…’ that's why Charlie used to call Vaggie. When they first wake up in the morning, to when they went to bed at night. With that term ripped from her mind, it made this terribly clear for Vaggie. Because after all this arguing, she was more than aware that Charlie hadn’t once asked for forgiveness, nor for another chance. Charlie has made her decision about who she wanted to be by her side, and it wasn’t her. 

“Have fun with the Radio Demon Charlie… I hope you know that he’s only ever in it for himself.” Vaggie hugged her arms with a shudder, ignoring Charlie’s attempt at anymore conversation as she walked back out the hotel's front doors.

[that-one-bi-wizard]

Another RadioDust One-Shot

Here’s a story for my second prompt of a jealous Angel Dust. This one was fun to write! You can also read it on my ao3 with this link.

Angel Dust sat silently next to the Radio Demon.

He let his head fall onto the other’s shoulder as they watched a movie in his room. He never said it aloud, but he valued these moments with his boyfriend. He never actually had what he had with Alastor in life or death, so every time they would have movie nights or go for a walk or anything else that was just the two of them spending time together, he tried to cherish every moment of it.

He felt the other gently put an arm around him without looking away from the screen. Angel Dust smiled as he cuddled closer to the other. After what seemed like hours, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.

The next morning, Angel Dust was awoken by the morning sun shining through the window of his hotel room. He opened his eyes to find that Alastor was gone. Angel Dust was a little confused as to why he wasn’t there since he usually stayed with him after their movie nights, but shrugged it off. He must’ve gotten up early to help Charlie or something.

He got dressed in his usual attire and scratched Fat Nuggets, his pet pig, behind the ears before heading out. He went to the front where Alastor usually worked but saw no sign of him. It was once again strange, but Angel Dust shrugged it off once again. He was probably busy somewhere else. What was even weirder was that Alastor hadn’t left him a note or told him he was going somewhere different today. He knew it made him seem like a clingy boyfriend, but honestly, that’s because he was a clingy boyfriend. That’s just how he was.

It wasn’t long before Charlie called him to start doing work around the hotel such as cleaning and other chores. He reluctantly agreed because he really didn’t have anything better to do. After what seemed like forever, a familiar figure entered the hotel.

Alastor walked in the front entrance alongside another demon. The other demon was significantly shorter than the Radio Demon and had pale-white skin with matching white hair. He was dressed in a black dress that looked like it came from around the early 1900s or so. The taller demon had his usual charming smile on as he spoke to her. She said something that made Alastor laugh.

Angel Dust felt a burning sensation rise in his chest as he watched the two enter the hotel. He clenched his teeth as he looked away, trying to make it seem like he didn’t see them. He turned his back to them quickly.

“Angel, darling,” Alastor called in his usual cheery voice. He made his way over to the taller demon. “I have someone I’d like you to meet!”

Angel Dust grit his teeth before putting on a false smile. He turned around to face the two. “Al, hey, who’s your friend?”

He noticed that the woman had her arm entwined in Alastor’s which infuriated Angel Dust even more, but he kept his cool façade on. He crossed his top pair of arms and placed his lower pair on his hips.

Alastor took the woman’s hand. “Why this is Mimzy, an old friend of mine! We’ve known each other for quite a while now. It’s been ages since I’ve seen her, so we figured why not get caught up today since we were both free this morning.”

The woman, Mimzy, nodded. Angel Dust didn’t like her. Not one bit.

He recognized the look in her eyes. He could tell she was infatuated with the Radio Demon. With the way she giggled when he spoke, the looks she gave him, and the way she seemed to remain close to him every chance she got.

Nope. Angel Dust hated her already. If he was his old self, he would’ve pulled a gun on her right then and there and threatened her to stop making eyes at his man. However, considering how far he was getting with his redemption, it’d be a complete mess and would hurt Charlie to see him relapse back into his violent ways. He kept his thoughts to himself.

He nodded politely. “Well, a pleasure to meet ya, I guess.” Angel’s voice was laced with sarcasm. Just because he couldn’t hurt her didn’t mean he couldn’t subtly be a bitch to her.

She didn’t even seem to care. She held out a hand. “It’s a please to meet you too, Angel. Alastor here has told me so much about you.”

“Mm-hm.” He shook her hand quickly then pulled back. He tried to avoid their gazes.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you later Angel,” Alastor said. He took one of Angel Dust’s hands and laid a gentle kiss on it before leaving with Mimzy.

Angel Dust squeezed his arms tightly. He sat down for a second to process his feelings.

He had nothing to worry about, right? Alastor wasn’t cheating on him, was he? Angel Dust did have a record of being a slut, but that was his old self. Ever since he and Alastor started dating, Angel didn’t do that kind of stuff anymore. Well…as much as he used to. Only when he needed money of course.

Anyway, what did Angel Dust have to be worried about? Alastor would never replace him…right? Besides, Alastor had known Mimzy for a longer time than he had known Angel Dust. Maybe he did have something to worry about…No. No. Alastor would never. Unless…

This internal argument went on for a good while before Husk barked at him to leave. He left and headed to his room where he found Fat Nuggets asleep on his bed. He laid next to his pet pig and caressed him to try to distract himself. He began to do what he usually did when he had a problem. He ranted to Fat Nuggets.

“I don’t know,” he finished, “What do you think, Fat Nuggets? You think I’m overreactin’?”

Fat Nuggets slowly blinked.

“What? No. I ain’t jealous! What makes you think that?”

The pig titled its head and snorted.

“No. No way. I don’t do jealousy. I mean, what do I have to worry about? I got a great personality, I’m cool, and I definitely got good looks. I have it all! What does that Mimzy have that I don’t?”

Fat Nuggets looked away after hearing a sound from downstairs.

“Shit, you’re right. She does have somethin’ that I don’t. She has his attention. She could be making a move right now, and I wouldn’t even know it! I gotta do somethin’!”

The pig snorted and sat down next to the arachnid demon.

Angel Dust sighed. “Ugh, fine. I won’t do anything. I’ll just wait to see what happens. You’re the only one that gets me, Fat Nuggets.”

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Angel Dust put his pet pig on the floor and went over to open the door.

On the other side of the door stood none other than the Radio Demon himself. His hands were behind his back and his usual smile was plastered on his face.

“Hello, darling.” He pulled one hand from behind his back to reveal a small bouquet of flowers. “I hope you had a lovely day. I must apologize for this morning though. I didn’t tell you about this morning. It completely slipped my mind.”

Angel Dust slowly took the flowers from the shorter demon. He waved one of his hands dismissively. “Pssh, it’s all good, Al. It didn’t even bother me that much.”

Alastor stepped into the room and wrapped his arms around the other. He placed a kiss on Angel Dust’s cheek. “I hope you didn’t get too jealous, dear. You know I only have eyes for you.”

Angel Dust scoffed. “Jealous? Me? Ha! Never!”

Alastor raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Yup, not jealous at all. I’m totally fine.”

Alastor smirked knowingly. “Well, if you say so.”

[radiosguts]

Well well well now! Let's try this again, shall we? We were so rudely interrupted last time...

I've decided that I should make an introductory post, just as Celine did, as I seem to be the most... Convoluted... of the alters. So! To all of you that have accused me or suspected I may be Alastor in some way shape or form...

That's right, oho!~ It's been me the whole time!

While you've all been questioning and confused and even scared, I've known from the start! Who I am, what I'm about, what I'm going to do about it - as has the rest of this system, sorry to say. It's been a little game I've played for these past 6 months, our precious little secret! And you may be asking, "oh why, Alastor! Why would you do it?!" And to that I say

Haha! But this isn't the full extent of it - a story is never so simple after all...

You see, it is so much more than that. It was much more a response to the reactions around me. After all, walking into the Mindspace felt a lot like this!

But with many more weapons, haha!

I had taken two steps within our mind and chaos ensued! And, while I most often enjoy said chaos, this was a bit different.

While Elliot had his fits, and Erek struggled with jealousy, and Mark took the side of his poor brothers, there was another, bittersweet sort of upset that existed. It tingled in the back of my taste buds, along the far corners of my mouth. A sugary sensation that numbed as it went down.

He was a darling little thing... 4'9, with the face of a cherub and glistening pink eyes. His hair was a pale blonde mess of fluff, and there was something about the way he looked at me... Awe. Admiration. Fear. It was beautiful! And he looked so torn! His sweet porcelain skin dotted with darling freckles tinted a sweet rosy hue, though from admiration or anxiety I'm still unsure. He spoke to me delicately, an oddly hindered sort of excitement in his melodic voice.

His reaction was captivating. He asked me questions, treated me with such kindness. He wasn't afraid of me, as I was or what power I had. In fact it was much the opposite - he was obsessed with it! Praised it, even! His captivation seemed endless, and he showed this through the sweetest of delicacies. He is, for all intents and purposes, a sugary sweet delight; one you can't help but crave. A strange sensation, one far foreign to me, but not one completely unwelcome, either. It was a quick decision, I admit. It doesn't take one long to find they enjoy someone, after all.

My presence brought forth many dilemmas, and he was the one that needed to weigh the reactions of his alters. To analyze my power and consider the possible consequences of what I may or may not do because of who I was and what I was once capable of. Most of all, however, he worried. He worried about another he knew; someone he knew would be horribly wounded if they knew of my existence. This, in the end, was his biggest hurdle.

His first decision was to simply not mention me anywhere. We've worded it before as "throwing a blanket over [me] and hoping for the best," aha! But, unfortunately, he quickly grew tired of being unable to share our interactions - especially when Elliot began tampering with things. We went through a good amount of hardships that, without anyone knowing I existed, were unable to be helped with! Likewise, there were also many good times; fun or silly interactions that he cherished and wanted to share with the people he associated with. Like anyone would want to do with a friend, I'd say - if I may be so bold.

So he thought up a little game for us to play... And as for why I agreed to play it, well... Everyone likes games... And to further such a reason,

Ahh, yes, a tragic tale, but a true one nonetheless... Perhaps it's simply because his heart is so big... Perhaps it was his willing eagerness to give me his soul, mind, heart, and body if I should want it, in return for nothing more than the assurance that I would keep him safe. Keep his friend safe. To promise I would do as I pleased, so long as he could be out of harms way.

And I took the offer... Who wouldn't, hm? After all, we had become very close at this point, and his unwavering kindness and sunshiny disposition gave me a lot to want to protect! So much so, in fact, that it became my role! Likewise, the premise was amusing. A game to play, stretching your abilities and laying low undercover. A game of trying to be anything but yourself can be quite fun! All while I otherwise got what I wanted. While his other partners were certainly a herdle of my own, we seemed to move past that rather quickly. We settled our differences much quicker with our resident angel now fully on my side. While there were some flare ups at times, they were diminished quickly by Celine and our sugary-sweet delight, who coated over everything with a sweet frosting to pretty up any wounds left behind.

This just left the physical realm around me. I had now made peace within, and was offered the opportunity to do similarly outside of the confines of our mind. I was allowed a presence more my own than before - moving on from a simple face claim to a whole new design and aesthetic!

To the outside world, I was a mysterious and powerful demon, respected by our most respected alter. I kept things surface level and shied away from anything that may be too much my old brand. They knew little about me, but unfortunately I still managed to be quite obvious, haha! Who would have thought it would be so hard to act like someone other than yourself? It seemed that no matter what I did, I was compared to... Myself! One friend of Angel's called it an energy thing, others simply said I had "his (Alastor's) vibe." Whatever it was, it made this little game very difficult.

Mm, and so, six months in. Here we are. I wouldn't say I've given up, but rather that such a game has been milked rather dry of its usefulness, as well as entertainment value. While I'm still fond of this Aries persona we've created, I do believe he will be set upon the shelf for now.

So! What does that leave? We have the why, the tragic tale of my suppression, a tantalizing taste of a love story... The big reveal, the explanation! So that's all, yes? Yes, I think so. This is just the bare bones of the story, but it gets its point across; though I must admit I'd be thrilled to share a more in depth presentation. Angel says its because I have chronic "can't shut up disease," though he worked very hard to word it in such a way that it was gentle, haha~

Well then! I do believe I've said my piece! Off to the void with this now!

For all of you that stayed to listen: how delightful~ I can only thank you for tuning in, haha! Ahh, classic, certainly~

With that, I bid adieu!