#Alastor: I'll rip you to shreds :)

[aro-in-danyl]

Eve!Alastor AU with Fallen!Adam AU

Continuation of this post

A snake demon ascended to heaven, it's only fair that it's the first man that proves souls in heaven could also fall.

But of course, that wasn't quite correct.

Just like with the apple in Eden, it was Eve who had first eagerly jumped headfirst into sin. Consuming the apple and making a deal for access to hell; never thinking of the consequences.

That's how Adam thought of it in his more narcissistic moods. But in his fleeting self-reflective moments, he admitted that it was because she was more courageous, confident, and charming than he ever could be. And he loved her for it in the same measure that it made him insecure.

There was a reason both the women made for him had a personality that shown brighter than the light-bringer himself.

Eve did as she pleased, giving zero fucks about how others perceived her. When they'd both reunited in heaven, Adam observed how the angels saw Eve, they watched her like she was an equal. He was a joke to them, the second human to eat from the apple.

And now the second former angelic human soul to fall. What a fucking joke.

[senseichaos]

IMAGINE...

FULL LENGTH IMAGINE!!

Alastor is low-key a psychopathic sadist in this so you've been warned

un-edited

Alastor predator / prey play.

In episode 3 you can see his room which half of is a forest-swamp-like interior. But what if it was a forest?

"Alright dear.. I'm going to ask you to run into this forest," he begins, teeth so largely grinning you can see his gums poking in it. His eyes glow darkly and he leans in slightly closer "And I'll chase after you, and when I catch you.."

His scleras turn a black and his horns begin to grow. You shiver, shirnking away from him as he speaks. His words come out distorted, a thin crackling accompanying them:

"I'll delight in your body, no matter if you scream and cry.. I'll tear every piece of innocence from your pliant figure many times until you admit that I own every piece of you.." he trails a single claw down my chin, causing you to gulp. His eyes send you into a sort of trance, their deep red shine making your knees weak.

"Sound good, my fawn?" He asks, eyes softening as he brushes his hands through your locks.

You nod. You shouldn't have. But you did.

And then he lets go of you, smiling manically as you shiver under his gaze. Alastor licks his lips, black tongue poking from his lips. You cry beneath your breath, already feeling a sort of terror go though your body even though he hasn't commanded you yet.

And then he does

"Run" he growls, and you're off.

You run despite your shaky legs and aching feet. You jump over logs and rake yourself through bushes. You don't once look behind you, and Alastor doesn't seem close by, anyway. So you take a sharp turn, almost tripping in the process as you run in that direction; I hope that this decision means that he'll be far behind. Perhaps you could even find a place to hide.

A sudden rustling comes from a bush to your left, and this stupidity causes you to look towards it as you run; with this uncaring look comes a consequence: you trip over a root on the swampy forest floor, making your body shoot forward and fall into the grass. You cough rather loudly, shaking your face as you attempt to get up.

Ouch.

Fuck. Your ankle is twisted to shit. How are you supposed to run? You look around wearily, dragging yourself across the ground by your arms to try to find any sort of hiding place in this barren wasteland of trees and small bushes.

Then your ears catch a noise.

It's stomping. You hear stomping.

"Little fawn? Come out for daddy.." Alastor says, walking nearby.

You feel a terror shoot from my body, and you shuffle away as fast as you can. To get behind anything. You see his silhouette to your left, so with a determination you crawl (or rather shimmy) behind the nearby bush.

Fuck, the bush rustles as your body passes by it, and Alastor is now looking in your direction completely. From his silhouette you can see that he isn't in his regular form. No. He has those large deer horns poking from his head, and his upper body is larger as is the rest of his body.

And there's that glow. That glow of his red irises and Yellow smile as he looks. As he looks in your direction. As he looks in your eyes.

You are suddenly appreciative that Alastor isn't in his full demon form. Or he may rip you shreds by his claws. He doesn't stalk towards you yet. He just smiles wider, not breaking his eye contact whatsoever as he just stands.

But before you could even pry yourself from his gaze, he's running.

You scream, trying to stand but your ankle buckles beneath you; this makes you fall on your chest as you glance wearily backwards. Just as you glance backwards, he's on top of you.

You scream rips through the air again, feeling searing pain go through you as he rips your clothes up to shreds. He doesn't care for the fact his claws leave scratches and marks against your back, all he cares for is ruining that innocence you harbour. When you whimper he aggressively pushes you down so your face hits the ground and your arms lay splayed next to you, laughing to himself as he tears your panties off of your mound harshly. He flips you over again, wanting to see your dirty face after it's been shoved into the ground.

"Little fawn.. how drenched you are~" Alastor purrs, dragging a clawed finger through your wetness. The sharpness of it just barely stimulates your clit, causing you to moan as you attempt to close your legs. Alastor doesn't like that. As soon as he sees you attempt this he forces his hands around your thighs, pushing them open until you cry out in pain from the force.

"Don't test me, little fawn.." He growls, his gums showing from his manic smile. It makes you aroused in a way you can't describe. For a moment he looks at your ankle, which is bruised from the fall you took. What you didn't expect is for him to grin at this, before shifting his eyes back to your own teary ones.

"you seemed to have twisted your ankle my dear!" He leans down his nose barely brushing against your own as his claws dig into your plush thighs. "That means you can't run away.. how convenient for me," Alastor growls, finally moving one of his hands from your thigh so he can wrap his hands around your neck, forcing you to tilt your head backwards. This gives him the opportunity to bite into the area where your neck meets your shoulder.

First he just licked the area with his black tongue, causing you to shiver at the way his gaunt body leans over you. Then he barely nibbles the area, making you squirm in a way that Alastor doesn't like. He digs his claws further into your thigh as a punishment.

And then without warning, he bites down, his teeth sinking completely into your shoulder. You scream out, tears falling down your cheeks as you shake from the sheer pain of it all. When he starts to withdraw his teeth you scream again, sobbing loudly as the pain shoots through your entire body.

When he fully withdraws, he just smiles, admiring his work. Blood pours from the wound quickly, and you could feel yourself losing a lot of blood.

Thankfully, Alastor loves you enough to not kill you. So he withdraws his hands from your neck and clicks his fingers, the blood moving back into your body before a bandage appears on it.

"Can't have my fawn bleed out, can i? What would Charlie say!?" He laughs, his black sclera darkening as he wipes away your tears. You whimper like a dog, lower lip wobbling as you open your eyes. You and Alastor just stare into each other's eyes for a moment, taking in each other and each other's flaws. He is smiling, you are crying.

What you fail to notice in this moment is Alastor unbuckling his pants, pulling his cock from the confines of his boxers and pants so his tip barely kisses against your entrance. When you notice this you whimper, trying to draw yourself away from him. Though Alastor just pulls you back by your twisted ankle, causing you to gasp in pain from the way he does it.

"Little fawn, there is no use in running away from me," he tilts his head, licking his lips as he presses the tip of his cock flush at your entrance. "You've been caught already, my dear!" He laughs, and without warning plunging his cock into your entrance.

You scream his name, moving your hands to cover your mouth. Alastor laughs, his black tentacles appearing from the ground to pry your hands from your mouth, holding them down. "It's much more fun when I can hear you scream for me, isn't it dear?" He laughs, drawing his hips back before thrusting harshly into your core again. You moan, teary eyes rolling backwards with a sort of agonizing pleasure.

"How tight you are, Little fawn," He says, pushing your thighs into your chest so he has better access to your holes. Each thrust he gives you makes you moan loudly, though Alastor doesn't even so much as grunt. He just grins as he watches your innocence leave you with a prideful gaze.

"S'too much! Fuck!" You yell, feeling his tip brush against your cervix painfully. Though Alastor only laughs, closing his eyes and laughing as he speeds up his thrusts. The tentacles around your arms tighten as you attempt to move them, Alastor's brows furrowing with his laughter.

You couldn't even understand his motive anymore. Is he enjoying having you beneath him? To the point where he humors it?

"Oh, how funny you are my little fawn," He says, moving one of his left hand from your thigh to wipe away a tear of laughter. As he puts his hand back on your thigh he tilts his head, speaking: "But I already said I don't care if you want to stop,"

"You already agreed to this, didn't you?" He says, and you scream with a painful pleasure.

"You wanted this."

His thrusts become manic in pace and you can't help but give up on moving. He's in complete control of you now. He's in control of your feelings, he's in control of your thoughts, he's in control of your body, he's in control of your pleasure. He owns you now. And there's nothing you can do but take it.

You'd take anything he'd give you.

With a whimper and a sob you cum on his cock, walls clamping around his length as he bites his lip. He watches your face the entire time, a snarky and prideful look on his features as you come loose around him.

Once you finish, here comes that horrible overstimulation that makes you gasp for air. How has he not came yet? You had no answer.

"My little fawn, too bad I cannot breed you. I guess this will just have to do.." he says, serving you one last harsh thrust as he empties his load inside of you. And he cums a lot, like- a lot a lot. You can feel your stomach bulging every so slightly with his cum as he leans down, kissing your cheek.

"Oh thank God," you sigh, happy that the sex is finally over.

"God!? Ha!" He laughs pulling out of you.

You begin to sit up, but Alastor's tentacles hold you down. He tuts, grinning as he presses his cock head against your anus.

"Who said we were done, Little Fawn?

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[selineram3421]

*does some more research* Alright.

Courting Pursuit

Prologue

Alastor X Deer Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ mention of cannibalism (we all know who), I'm assuming Alastor is a marsh deer, reader is a mule deer, spanish translated, gender neutral (gn) reader, cartel mention, flustered Alastor, italics=thoughts ⚠

Alastor was the only deer in Hell that anybody knew of.

If there was another buck, they wouldn't see them again. Most can make the correct assumption on why that is. The cannibalistic Overlord also dabbled in other kinds of meat as well but was best known for eating deer.

It wasn't until a new guest entered the hotel that he saw another like him.

Deer ears, tail, and hooves. The new guest was a little more of a bigger build, and from the shape of their tail and ears they were a mule deer.

They were slightly taller than him.

Angel dubbed them the gentle giant, and for the most part everyone agreed.

"Why are you calling them that?", Husk asked.

"Do you see how big they are? And their poor shirt. Their chest practically bursting out of it, those buttons are fighting for their life.", the spider demon replied.

It annoyed him more than he'd like to admit.

Another deer in his vicinity was dangerous. He wanted to rip them to shreds but of course he couldn't do that with them being a guest and all. He would never be forgiven if he did that.

What was odd was their control over their instincts.

Mule deer were known to be quite aggressive.

He found out where you had died from over hearing your conversation with the Princess and her partner.

"Me persiguió el cártel en una zona de caza de ciervos. No sé por qué me perseguían, pero conseguí matar a unos cuantos antes de encontrar mi final.", you had said. (I was chased by the cartel in a deer hunting area. I don't know why they were chasing me, but I managed to kill a few before meeting my end.)

"Vaggie? I don't know what they are saying..", Charlie looked over to the white haired woman.

"They were killed by the cartel but they don't know why.", Vaggie translated. "I wouldn't be surprised if they had a family member involved with someone important in Mexico."

In all honesty, he's never tried to start a conversation with you.

There were times that you had tried but ended up pulled away or had wrong timing.

It wasn't until you were sent to run an errand with him outside of the hotel. Everyone being too busy with other things or just not wanting to be around him.

"Don't do anything to them!", Vaggie said with a stern frown.

"I won't.", he rolled his eyes. "Though, I hope you don't mind that I'll take a quick stop by Rosie's."

"They are not to be eaten, do you understand?", she rephrased.

"Of course.", he waved off her concerns.

"Vamos?", you walked over, looking down to meet his eyes. (Let's go?)

"Follow me and don't lag behind! I won't look for you if you get lost.", he said and started to make his way towards the city.

Vaggie had sighed and spoke to you in spanish, it didn't take long for you to catch up.

You hadn't spoken a word for the entire trip. Only taking glances at him at times before looking forward.

It wasn't until you both arrived at Rosie's that you had made a sound.

"Qué lugar más bonito." (What a beautiful place.)

"Alastor!", Rosie greeted and pulled him into a hug. "Glad you paid a visit, I have just the gossip for you."

Then she notice the deer behind him.

"Oh? And who is this deer?", Rosie looked them up and down. "I'm surprised you haven't eaten this meal."

"I can't allow a guest at the hotel to be eaten.", he replied.

"Well? Introduce us.", she gestured for him to get on with it.

He called your name and you turned, noticing the new person.

"Ah. Perdóneme por no fijarme en usted, señora.", you bowed your head a bit. (Ah. Forgive me for not noticing you ma'am.)

"Oh, spanish speaking?"

"This is our newest hotel guest.", he said your name again before gesturing to Rosie, who began to bow. "This is Rosie."

Alastor didn't really care if you understood him, but he didn't know you were learning bits of English with Vaggie and Charlie.

"Hello beautiful, scary woman.", you said with a slightly thick accent.

"Ahahaha!", the cannibalistic woman laughs. "Oh I like this one, don't you take a bite Alastor!"

His friend teased him about how he should flatter her more often and pinched the mule deer's cheek while offering limbs for them to eat.

It took a while before Rosie finally decided to let them leave.

When arriving at the hotel, Alastor was annoyed to find pesky demons trying to trash the entrance.

"Do they not understand that I protect the hotel?", he chuckled darkly before transforming into his larger form.

He tore through the intruders with a laugh, letting them run a few feet away before dragging them back to rip their limbs. Blood and guts splattered on the ground, some hitting the walls and windows of the hotel.

When finishing up, he noticed you were still in the same spot, slightly covered in blood that managed to reach you.

"Apologies for the mess.", he walked over and offered his handkerchief. "To clean yourself up."

You nodded and did your best to get the blood off but missed a few speckles on your face.

With a roll of his eyes, Alastor took the cloth and gestured for you to lean closer. "Come now, you're not getting everything."

You smiled and leaned down a bit to kiss his forehead.

He froze, a screeching pop of static coming from his surprise.

"Qué ciervo más guapo.", you spoke softly as you caressed the side of his face before heading back inside the hotel. (What a handsome deer.)

The Radio Demon stood there for a while before he could collect his thoughts.

What...just happened?

I thought Alastor with a big?/tall? significant other was cute.

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Apple Seed 3: Ew....

Vaggie: (holding Charlie's hair and rubbing her back) How are you doing, hun?

Charlie: (panting) I'm good! I'm- HRK!!! (throws herself back into the toilet bowl and pukes)

Vaggie: (sad smile) Sit tight, babe. I'll be right back with some cool water and crackers for when you're done.

Charlie: (head still in the toilet, holds a thumbs up. Once the sound of footsteps fade, she flops against the wall in a seated position with a groan) No one told me this would be so gross...

*Sniff!* *Sniff* *Sniff!*

Charlie: What's that smell? (Sniffs the air like a dog and starts drooling) It smells so good~ (Follows the scent through the hotel to Alastor's room) Oh, no....

*Sniff!* *Sniff!* *Sniff!* *Droooooool*

Charlie: (whines and gently knocks on the door)

Alastor: Come in!

Charlie: (Opens the door and goes green at the sight of a dead, semi-rotted deer on Alastor's table) Oh, noooooooohohohohooo.......

Alastor: (stops cutting a chunk) Charlie, dear, what a surprise! How might I be of service? Is there a chance it could wait until I finish my lunch?

Charlie: (horrified by the dead animal and how the sight makes her stomach rumble, falls to her knees in dismay) NOooooOOoOoOooo!!!!

Alastor: (sighs) Very well. What is so important that it requires my immediate attention?

Charlie: THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M UPSET ABOUT!!!!

Alastor: Oh..... *DING!!!* Oh! Silly me. Would you like a piece?

Charlie: (watches in horrified starvation as a blob of rotted blood drips from the buck's mouth and plops onto the hardwood floor) Don't do it, Charlie. Don't do it, Charlie. Don't do it, Charlie. Don't do it, Charlie.

Vaggie: (walking the hotel halls with a glass of water and bag of saltines in hand) Charlie? Babe? Where did you go? (Sees Alastor's door open and bristles) MOTHER FUCKER!!!! (kicks the door in with her spear drawn) ALASTOR!!! What do you think you're.... do-.....-ing.....

Charlie: (sitting on a chair in the corner and chowing down on a whole hindquarter of the deer, shaking her head as she shreds the flesh with her teeth and growling like a puppy)

Vaggie: Hooooooo-oh (covers her mouth as a sour taste spreads across her tongue and her face pales)

Alastor: (slightly taken aback by how Charlie ripped the deer leg clean off) ...........I do believe we found something she can stomach.

Charlie: (wailing as she swallows a whole chunk and goes in for another bite) Don't Look At Meeeeeeeee!!!!!

Bonus:

Charlie: (brushing her teeth furiously, causing toothpaste foam to spill all over her lips and chin) Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!

Vaggie: (Stomach gurgling sickly as she stands in the doorway with dental floss and mouthwash in her hands) I'm just... happy we found something you can- *burp* (covers her mouth and swallows down bile) -can stomach...

Charlie: WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE THAT!!!! (spits and takes the floss from Vaggie before running it through her teeth like a chainsaw belt)

Vaggie: Babe, it's okay. (Watches as Charlie throws away bloodied floss and hands her the mouthwash) Rinse. Last step before I feel comfortable kissing you again.

Charlie: (drinks a cap of mouthwash before swishing another cap around I her mouth, trying to talk while gargling and getting liquid everywhere) No one told me pregnancy was going to be this gross!!!!

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor X OC

His pet

Chapter 2/?

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Charlie was in a panic after her meeting with the council of angels, so Alastor decided to keep their new guest a secret till he was done with his current plan. He informed Nifty and Husker to be gentle with the new guest if she woke up while he was gone, as he had plans for her.

He took Charlie to cannibal town and Vaggie went to see Carmilla.

Husker's curiosity got the better of him, and he went to knock on her door. She answered through the door, “who is it?”

He was surprised by how gentle her voice sounded, but he also knew not to make assumptions about a demon just because they sounded soft and weak. “Name's Husk, I'm the barkeep. Alastor told me to check on you.”

She called out from behind the door, “I'm fine! Um, if you have a shirt or sweater I could borrow though? My own got shredded recently. And I… I don't exactly have any possessions at the moment.” She sounded nervous.

“Uh, gimme a sec and I'll see what I can get ya.”

 Husk was a bit unnerved by this news. So he went down to bug the others while they were fortifying the place. “Hey, Angel Dust! You got any spare sweaters?”

He gave husk a weird look, “nothing in your style whiskers, why? You got a kink you're ready to share with the class?”

He groaned, “ugh, fuck no! Alastor brought some new sinner here last night while we were gone, and she said her shirt is too ripped up to come out of her room! I thought if anyone had something she could use it'd be you.” 

Angel frowned, “her shirts all ripped up? Alright, I'll be back, everyone.” He went upstairs and got a fluffy pink sweater from his closet, then looked at her door, right next to his. There was already a sign that said “Zariah”. Angel knocked on the door. “Hey, you the new girl?” He called. “I brought you a sweater.” She unlocked the door and peeked out at him, “ oh, hello, I'm Zariah. Oh, you're so pretty!” She opened the door more, covering her chest with her tail. He smiled and handed her the sweater. “Thanks doll, you're a cutie yourself. So, Al picked ya up off the streets? How did your shirt get torn?” He invited himself into her room.

She turned and frowned, “I was going to change… my shirt is all bloody. He found me in an alley and brought me here to heal.”

“Oh, don't be shy. I'm not into women, so don't worry about that! Hey, when Charlie gets back, we should work on customizing your room!” He laid down on her bed. She sighed and went to her bathroom and changed in there. When she came back out she smiled, hiding her old shirt in the bathtub for now. “I'd love that! So far everyone here has been so kind.” 

Angel smiled and sat up, “well I'm glad you think so. Hopefully you know how to fight? Because a war is coming our way, and I can't promise who will survive and who won't.” 

She looked shocked, “a war?! With who?! I'm not a fighter!”

He sighed, “then why the hell did Al drag you into this? Heaven is gonna try and fuck our shit up. We're gonna try to fight back. Apparently angel's can be killed.” 

She looked even more terrified, “th- the exorcists are coming?! Here?! I- I- oh fuck, oh shit! I'm gonna die!” She fell to her knees and began shaking. Angel came over and hugged her, “hey, hey, calm down. It's just another extermination. You'll survive. We'll find a place to hide you, okay?” She took a few deep breaths to calm down.

“O-okay… I… I know how to heal, like, healing powers. I can be a medic, maybe.” 

“Healing powers? No wonder Al picked you up!” He smiled, “Come on, let me introduce you to everyone.” he got up and took her hands, leading her to her feet and out to meet everyone else.

Eventually, Alastor, Charlie, and Vaggie returned with their reinforcements, and Charlie was excited to see everyone there, but…

“Oh! Who's this new friend?” She smiled and approached Zariah. She smiled, “hi! Alastor brought me here yesterday, I was really badly hurt and he said this was a safe place. I hope you don't mind. I'm not really a fighter, but I want to help protect everyone here from the exorcists!” 

Charlie smiled back and hugged her tight, “that's great! Thank you so much, whatever way you can help will be appreciated!” 

Zariah hugged back and purred, happy to be accepted so easily. Alastor blinked in surprise, “my dear, is that purring?! How adorable!” As she let go of Charlie, Alastor reached over and pet Zariah's head. She purred even louder and her ears twitched a little as she leaned into the affection. “Thank you! I pride myself on being cute!”

After a moment, he pulled his hand away, “hm, enough of that silliness.” He then wandered off towards his radio tower. It took him a little bit to realize she was following him. He stopped in the middle of the hall, “did you need something from me, dear?” He looked over his shoulder with his constant smile.

“Oh, I was curious where you were going? Everyone else is working to learn to fight with the angelic weapons you all brought. But since I'm not a fighter, I don't know how to help or where I'll be safest to hide if Adam shows up…”

“Oh? A safe place for our little fox to hide? Follow me, my dear.” He led the way, and she followed close behind. 

“Okay, I like the way you call me ‘dear’ all the time. It feels nice.” She smiled brightly, feeling so safe here in the hotel. 

He brought her into his radio tower. “Most demons are too scared to approach my radio tower. Just know, if the On Air sign is on, do not enter or knock. Or else I will be very cross with you.” His eyes glowed just a little in warning.

She nodded, still smiling softly, “yes sir!” She looked around. “When I was alive, there was a podcast made to sound like an old fashioned radio broadcast. It was my favorite thing to fall asleep to. Cecil was an amazing radio host.” She reached out towards the radio panels, but didn't touch. 

Alastor raised an eyebrow, “I see. So you enjoy radio?”

“Oh yes! Mostly FM stations, music is in my blood. But I enjoy radio talk shows and stories as well. As long as the voice is soothing. Yours is really nice. When do you do your shows? And what kind of shows are they?” She was so chatty now that she felt comfortable with him.

“Why thank you for the compliment, my dear. My broadcasts vary depending on my moods. Sometimes I'll just report on the tea around the rings, and sometimes… I'll remind people why I'm not someone you cross.”

“Hm. Have you ever read stories? Like Listener submitted short stories?” She looked at him with a head tilt. He chuckled,

“My dear, you are the first to dare to suggest any adjustments to my radio show.” His smile had a dangerous quality to it, but she didn't budge other than turning her head the other way.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Hm… no, I like how bold you are. It's refreshing. I'm used to fear from most who interact with me… how about we make a deal? Hm?”

“A deal? What kind of deal?”

“During the battle, you may hide in my radio tower if things get too intense. And in exchange, any time I need healing, you must provide it for me.” 

“Hm… any time you need to be healed, I will gladly give you healing. And how about, any time the on air sign is off, I can hide in here if needed?” She held out her hand.

He raised an eyebrow, surprised that she'd counter offer. “Hm, fair enough.” He took her hand and the whole room went green and wind swirled around them as the deal was sealed in magic. She looked around in shock, before fixing her hair from her face.

“Whoa, that was cool!” She laughed a little. “I didn't know you had windy powers too!”

“Actually, that's just the side effects of making a deal with a powerful demon.” He smiled, waiting to see if she'd show any signs of realizing what she'd done, only to realize she was rather innocent to how this whole thing worked.

“I think you and I will be very good friends…” He chuckled. 

He reached out to ruffle her hair again.

“Hey, I just fixed that!” She laughed again, and his smile softened. He had begun securing her as his new pet.

(If anyone knows how to link the other chapters the way others do, please message me or comment!)

[zonerobotnik]

Did you really have to add Gideon to this AU?

With everything I read about it I can stand the idea of "Glee" less and less.

Yeah, I'll probably send Stan to Hell, too, since he's done some pretty bad things. Or someone else. Still deciding on who would go to Hell and who'd go to Heaven.

Also, you hate Gideon for being a vindictive vigilante mob-boss that kills people like Valentino?

[All I feel is hatred and disgust about the mere idea now.

Which also saddens me since I really enjoyed the AU so far. ]

I think you're being overdramatic. It's called the "Hazbin Varian AU", but that's only a placeholder until I think of something else to call it, probably if I ever write a fic for it. Did you really expect me NOT to include my other fandoms in this crossover?

If it makes you feel better, Bill Cipher isn't gonna be here because he's actually a god-like alien, not a demon from Hell. Likewise, at least in my lore, Zhan Tiri isn't here because she's not a demon but a human transformed by a god-like alien.

[I regret I ever mentioned Cassandra for this AU if it's that what you have planned.]

Whaaaaat, you think Cassandra being in over her head and making the mistake of allying with someone powerful and sly is baaaaad? That's literally season 3. The only difference is that she didn't realize that her "friend" was a murderous demon and not just someone that knew her mother and had a grudge against the Kingdom and she wasn't being seduced by Zhan Tiri. She's always been trying to climb up that social ladder and Gideon is powerful and she's safer with him than against him.

[All I can think about is Varian tearing Gideon to pieces, ripping him to shreds, ripping off his flesh, break his bones, shatter his whole being into bloody pulp and taking Cassandra right there over his still twitching body.]

Gideon is more likely to do any of that than Varian EVER is. Aside from the last part, that is. He's a gentleman and would rather seduce than force.

[I'm absolutely full of rage and boiling with revulsion.]

So am I, at what you previously said. I mean…gross. You still don't understand Varian. You clearly don't understand Gideon. Varian hates hurting people, killing them brutally is out of the question, and he has only shown that level of force towards Valentino, and even then he was never that gorey, he just beat the crap out of him and sent him flying out a window by a firm backhand in his giant form. Gideon, meanwhile, is a killer. This is canon. He had no hesitance to kill Dipper at their first fight. He's clearly killed people, he's clearly dealt with demons before, he didn't take any crap from anyone and his only moment of weakness was when Dipper used his love for Mabel to get him to turn against Bill. He used the entire town to make Mabel date him. You have this strange delusion that Varian is a murderous monster, but he's not. He hates hurting people so much that he made a humane, harmless goo trap to catch animals messing up the crops. The only time he has hurt someone is when he went off the deep-end from grief. When he's not trapped in that pit of rage and grief, he's not going to hurt anyone. And why the HELL would he EVER fight Gideon to get to CASSANDRA? He hates seeing them together, but he's not stupid enough to fall for Gideon's heavily-guarded bait. Even when they think he's alone, he's actually not. The only time he's alone without his usual crowd of guards is when he's visiting Alastor at the hotel. And Varian isn't going NEAR there, because he's terrified of Alastor. And, honestly, he's scared of Gideon, too, he just doesn't have the same trauma associated with him of hearing his friends' screams on the radio for a week and narrowly avoiding death at his hands. And he knows Gideon means no harm to him, aside from inflicting emotional damage on him from time to time.

[I need to sleep.]

Good idea, go sleep.

[helldustedstories]

@vanaglcria asked: ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ / carmilla @ alastor

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

"I'm afraid, my dear, you'll have to get in line," the Radio Demon said, bright smile on his face, as though they were discussing something as mundane as the weather and not his downfall. After all, demons more powerful than her had tried to take him down.

And where were they now? Nothing but the echoing screams on his broadcast, their souls stuck forever in purgatory, ripped to shreds, but never quite enough to outright kill them. A fate worse than death.

"But don't worry; I'll make sure to broadcast the occasion, should it ever occur."

[burning-fcols]

「 ☆ 」 Shocked by how gently the stranger handles him, wide eyes watch as the lizard sinner begins to grow to an unbelievable size... Angel has seen his fair share since arriving in Hell, but he's never seen someone make such a DRASTIC switch. Even someone like Alastor— dapper as he may be —has this lingering creepiness about him, so it's no surprise when he switches to a more threatening appearance. However, this man went from a bumbling dork... to a massive monster that'd make the bravest demon quake like a kitten in fear.

Crossing his arms, an amused smile upturns his lips. Resting crookedly on his face as he quirks a brow, beholding the beast in all his ❛ damsel defending ❜ glory. Leaning against a nearby wall, he enjoys the... show with the unfazed demeanor of someone who is accustomed to people getting torn apart in front of him. Hell, Angel has BEEN the one ripped to shreds on occasion. Waking back up in the Vee Tower, entire body aching and stomach nauseous, but ❛ alive ❜ since he'd been slaughtered by teeth and claws and not angelic weaponry. He doesn't doubt that the group will think twice about fucking with someone when they finally respawn.

Having such a gruesome display of outrage on his behalf? It's pretty flattering... and HOT. Even if Angel knows that it's not entirely earned. His comments to the scum being torn apart were definitely more than merely hints at showing them a good time. But it's sweet that the stranger doesn't believe it and Angel doesn't plan on popping that rose-tinted bubble. Pushing away from the wall when the lizard starts to revert to his regular— yet still HUGE —size, Angel straightens himself out. Fixing his clothes, running a hand through his bangs, readjusting his chest...

Gotta look nice for his knight in bloody armor.

❝ Don' worry 'bout it, baby... I've seen plenty'a carnage down here. You ain't th' first person ta have a li'l snack in front'a me. ❞ He reassures with a wave of his hand, a free one resting on his hip. ❝ Honestly, I found it flatta'rin'... It ain't often someone gets so worked up on my behalf. 'Specially such a gentleman. ❞ Purring the last statement, Angel walks two fingers up the lizard's arm. Gazing up at the looming man through long lashes, he coyly tilts his head and says, ❝ I should be th' one apologizin', on account of you gettin' so... dirty~ ❞

Abruptly holding onto one of the stranger's large arms— as if a dame going out for a stroll with her gentleman caller —Angel pays no mind to the blood getting on him. ❝ How 'bout- you walk me home, keep me safe from all the shit-heads roamin' these streets... an' when we get ta my place, you can wash up. I'll even have yer clothes cleaned fer ya. How's that sound? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

Jerry was relieved to here angel say that. It was a daily occurrence him running into people and usually they weren't as nice and understanding as the spider was being. His grateful grin fell once he heard what those creeps had to say however. Not just them being hostile concerning his threat but just what they decided to call the demon.

He was annoyed before but that filled the blue demon with intense rage. He made the effort to lift the spider and move him back a bit as gentle as he could. "Don't move. I'll take care of this." He explained before going full beat mode. The already large man increased in size twofold. His eyes glowing intensely. His claws and teeth becoming even larger and sharper than before.

Finally he sent the group a death glare. One that would likely scare them shitless considering his appearance being what it was right now. Without a word he grabbed the hellhound by his throat. Lifting him high in the air. "You have no right to call her that you piece of shit down dirty dog." His grip on his throat tightened. Actively choking him. The poor bastard clawing to remove jerry's grip and kicking his legs in vein.

"Even if she did agree to be intimate with you." Even in his monster form jerry would not be vulgar enough to say fuck. "She clearly doesn't anymore and consent can be revoked at any time. Though I doubt she even hinted at the idea of wanting that with you. Now that I've made my point clear you all are gonna pay the consequences of your actions. I tried to warn you and you didn't listen."

He let go of his throat. Now just holding both of his arms. He pulled them in opposite directions until he literally tore the man in half. Taking his fresh corpse he dug into it with his teeth. Tearing the flesh apart and gulping it down with sweet satisfaction. Dropping his skeleton to the ground with a thud. His friends would've ran but they were frozen in fear in disbelief. The rest of them soon met the same end. A rat sinner being eaten whole.

Jerry only spitting out his tail. The last two demons were torn apart by claws and teeth. Left as bloody piles of meat which the lizard demon proceeded to scoop up and inhale. Licking his lips once he was done. Once he had calmed down enough he shrunk back to his original size. Bones and blood stains on the street as well blood on his form being the only traces of evidence from the attack. Quickly he wiped the blood off his face using his sweater sleeve. "I'm so sorry you had to see that. They made me pretty angry and well my anger is why I'm done here. Are you okay ma'am? Do you want me to walk you home or something?"

[concubuck]

🔺️ Hey alastor, do you think you're going to be a good mom?

1 out of 10, but don't think I don't know the only reason anyone would ask that is to dig for insecurities.

Anyway, I'm going to be wonderful.

[He's lying all over the place. 8 out of 10 for two reasons.

One: he fears he's going to be a terrible mom, not least of which because he's never had a single maternal, paternal, or otherwise parental instinct in his life.

Two: this is the kind of question that an audience will scrutinize no matter how he answers it—ripped to shreds if he shows uncertainty but called arrogant if he acts confident. The only way to avoid looking bad is by giving a very carefully-scripted thoughtful loving answer—something something "of course I'll try to do the best for my child" sort of thing—which isn't at all his public image and he refuses to do that. He's willing to fuck the people with MILF kinks but he does NOT want the public to see him as motherly.]