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Anon requested: “Alastor X OC Smut where the reader is Lucifers daughter Charlie's twin he hears she is set to marry a hellborn demon but he doesn't want to give her up so he offers her his completel love and devotion for her soul but she says he already has it, they mate in his demonic form and he impregnates and marks her as his mate sealing the deal so when her father comes to take her away he finds she is carrying Alastor's twin fawns….”

@ohmylovewhereartthou-blog i had so much fun writing this!!!

(I shortened the request because of details)

themes: arranged marriage, slight breeding kink, creampie, cervix touching, stomach bulge, magic, possessive/jealous behavior, rough sex, degradation, praise, happy ending

~ reader will be called “princess/baby/ma cherie/dear/darling/ angel~

Morningstar!Reader x Alastor

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You were the King of Hell’s treasure.

You were the older twin to Charlie Morningstar.

Because you were the firstborn Princess of Hell, your father had arranged that you would marry and begin the process of becoming the next ruler of Hell.

“What?” You asked confused looking at your father, not sure you had heard him right.

Lucifer cleared his throat and had a big smile on his face.

”I have finally found a respectful hellborn for you angel. A Goetia prince. Hes perfect for you and would make an excellent partner”

Marriage?

“But Daddy I-” you started, but Lucifer interrupted you

“No but’s it took me a longtime to find someone who I thought would be a good match for you. This is good! I already have everything arranged and it has been set. As the Princess of Hell you will begin your royal duties officially”

Charlie took your hand as you felt your anger rise. Being the kind soul she was, she tried to intervene

”Dad sis is already in a relationship. She can’t just give that up. She’s in love” your twin gushed.

Lucifer grimaced at the mention of your significant other.

”Yes Alastor was it? Hmm well I advise you make peace with him and end it.”

You felt tears pool in your eyes. Give up your love? This was so unfair!

“I will grant you six months. One year to make your peace with the bellhop and then you’re coming home. Understood?”

You nodded sadly as you stood and bowed “Yes father”

You watched as he opened a portal and disappeared, leaving you and Charlie.

Charlie turned to you “Hey Im sure if you explain to this prince your situation that he will understand” Oh sweet Charlie. So naive.

You shook your head “You dont understand Charlie. I have a duty to uphold. I am the Heir to the throne and I must obey our father’s wish. As ordered by the King”

You stood up and went to your room, where you cried yourself to sleep.

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Hell was in a frenzy at the announcement of your upcoming engagement.

It wasn’t everyday that hellish royalty was getting married.

It was the talk in all the rings of Hell.

And soon word reached back to the Radio Demon.

You and Alastor had been going steady for a while. It was actually your twin who encouraged you two to be together since Alastor had made it known he had fancied you when you came to the hotel to help your sister.

You never imagined you would be head over heels for the red demon, but satan did you love him.

Alastor adored you. Worshiped the ground you walked on and treated you with the upmost respect.

There was no way you could just break up with him to…to marry a stranger!

You had always thought you would marry Alastor. But maybe that was just a dream….

”The realm is buzzing with excitement. Never thought your father would disapprove of our union so much” Alastor chuckled.

He had brought you out on a date, to distract you from all the fuss.

It was just you and him. Just as it had always been.

You stiffened. You hadnt had the heart to tell Alastor of your father’s decision. You just wanted to enjoy these moments while they lasted.

You sighed, poking your food “Are you upset?” You asked softly, peeking at him through your eyelashes.

Alastor smiled, “Well you are the princess my dear. Im not upset. Ill love you even if you decide to go through with this whole engagement haha but I hadnt added a prince to my broadcast yet” he giggled, making you smile.

Oh how you loved his bloodlust.

”j-just…I mean I haven’t even met this guy and daddy just wants to ship me off to the highest bidder. There hasn’t been any need for him to even think of marriage. Hes not dying. There’s no need for me to marry. I dont want marry a stranger…I want to marry you”

”Oh my dear at least let me be the one to propose” he joked.

He grabbed your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb “Dont worry dearest. I wont let anyone take you from me”

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The hotel was quiet when you two came back.

You had indulge in drinks to rid your mind of your impending doom.

Alastor brought you to his room and you made yourself comfortable.

Like any date, you hoped to lose yourself in pleasure at the end.

You stripped yourself of your pantsuit, leaving you in your lingerie.

Alastor’s colors.

”Red is such a lovely color on you” He whispered, coming behind you, pressing soft kisses on your shoulders. You hummed happily, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You were blessed with your mother’s height so your breasts were hugged against his face.

”I can give you anything you desire ma cherie. Say the word and its yours. Ill burn Hell if you say to. I am at your complete disposal” He peppered your chest in kisses, softly nipping at the tops of your breasts.

You leaned his face up to yours and pressed your lips against his, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

”make me forget all my problems. Fuck me like the slut I am and not a princess. I wanna be yours completely, like we have forever” you whispered against his lips.

Alastor grinned as he retreated from your lips, trailing a hand into your thick locks and gripping tight, the other toying with your panties.

”Your wish is my command”

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“F-fuck! Please please” you whined, as Alastor pounded into you.

Your claws ripped through the bedding as your body jolted along the sheets. Your body was going haywire.

How many times had he brought you to orgasm?

You had lost count.

Your body was sticky with sweat and your cunt clenched around his cock.

Alastor tugged your hair, pulling your head back. He let out a growl when he saw how fucked out you were.

Your face was flushed, your tongue lulled and you were panting.

So beautiful.

”A-Al!” You cried when he gave you a harsh thrust. He chuckled “what is doll? C’mon use your words”

words? What were words? You could barely think!

He leaned over you, never breaking his pace ”what a pretty slut. To think another demon is to fuck my cunt. No that wont do. Your cunt is mine and I wont let another have the pleasure to carve it. You always take me so well baby. What’d you think dear?”

You let out senseless babble as your cunt fluttered.

Your cunt let out a squelch as he pulled out. Alastor’s cock was coated in creamy slick. You whined, pushing your hips back to try and have him fill you again “No no no gimme-”

Alastor sucked his teeth at you, smirking “oh? You want my cock? How bad you want it hmmm? Soon it wont be me feeding you cock every night” he slapped his tip against your slit. You moaned, wiggling your hips. You pouted “I dont want another cock Al! I-I want yours! Only yours please”

He released your head,making you fall forward. You spreaded your thighs and leaned back on your knees as you dipped your hand to your dripping cunt.

You looked over your shoulder at him as you toyed with your puffy clit. Your lips jutted out in a pout “p-play with me. I want it! I want your cock so bad. Please please fill me up. I want your cock to be the only thing to fuck me ah! Alastor!” You felt that band of tingles form ready to release.

But you couldnt cum. Not without Alastor.

He knew your body better than you did.

Alastor slapped your hand away, having mercy on you.

”The pretty princess can’t cum can she?” You whimpered as he chuckled, sliding his cock against you.

Alastor felt that familiar burn in the pit of his stomach.

Possessiveness. Jealousy.

He rarely had the urge to fuck you into submission.

“Fill you? Oh baby when I’m done with you you’ll be dripping with my cum.” He let out a dark laugh as his body morphed.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you watch Alastor transform into his demon form.

”roll over” his tone was dark and sharp, leaving no room for debate.

You rolled onto your back obediently, spreading your thighs and bringing your hand back to your clit.

You moaned softly as you rubbed tight circles on your bud.

Large clawed hands massaged your plush thighs.

His bright eyes focused on your fingers.

His chest rumbled as he lowered his head to your cunt, nipping at your fingers. “This cunt is mine. My cock is yours. You think some prince can fuck you half as good as me? Oh no. Not the cunt I worked so hard to carve into.” He licked at your clit, dipping his tongue into your tight hole.

”My personal royal fucktoy that’s what you are doll.”

You moaned softly at the degradation, rolling your hips against his face.

Satan he knew how to get you going. Alastor’s demon form was terrifying to most, but you found it hot that you made the Radio Demon lost himself to the point he could let loose.

Static buzzed your skin as Alastor ate you as if meaning to devour you whole. Alastor released your clit with a pop, opting to nuzzle the pearl before hooking a hand under your knee, lifting it to your chest, opening you up.

Alastor leaned up, wedging himself between your thighs. Your eyes drifted to his cock.

Youve fucked the red demon in his demonic form before, but it never ceased to amaze you the sheer size of him.

You felt your body heat up as your own demonic form came to the forefront, wanting to accommodate the male on top of you.

Beautiful vermillion horns sprouted from your hair as your eyes turned red and sharp. Your spiky tail swished, hitting Alastor slightly making him narrow his eyes at your playfulness.

You were so pretty.

Alastor leaned his head down, neck cracking to nudge your face, nose taking in your scent and sharp teeth nipping at you. Your dainty claws found purchase in his fluffy locks, making way to paw at the massive antlers sitting on his head.

A soft gasp escaped you when you felt his heavy cock press against you.

Your eyes met his.

Red dials simmered with desire, but you could see the love he held for you, even like this.

Alastor would do anything for you.

Were you to really turn your back on a man who would carve his heart out if you asked?

You pushed yourself up against him, affectionately kissing his neck and shoulder, scraping your sharp teeth against his skin.

“I love you Alastor” you whispered, feeling your cheeks burn as you admit this suddenly.

You and Alastor never expressed how the two of you felt with words. Actions were more appreciated, but you felt like you should at least tell him once.

He chuckled slightly “No need for such a declaration my dear. Youve had my heart and soul since the moment I saw you. You have my utter devotion.”

He purred. Your eyes widened as a thought popped into your head.

Soul?

Alastor has given you everything of his without even a contract.

His love.

His heart.

His soul.

They were all yours willingly.

”Make a deal with me”

Green magic swirled at your words and Alastor’s cock twitched, he growled lowly “Careful with what you ask dear”

You ignored him. Your hand drifted between you and you gasped as you slid his cock into you, making the demon let out a room-shaking growl.

A surge of magic washed over you and you watched as the glittery glow seeped into Alastor’s skin.

A full thrust had you taking him to the hilt, balls flushed against your ass.

Alastor bared his teeth at you, his tongue licking your cheek.

”My heart and soul…I give it to you” at your words he snapped his hips against yours.

”My complete devotion and love will never waver, for i chose this of my own free will”

Your claws hand sunk into his back, you were trying to focus.

”As a princess of hell and heir to the throne, I grant you any desire you wish…Ah!…”

A soft golden glitter mixed with the green magic, popping noises filling the room.

Alastor's hand was around your throat, holding you into the bedding as his cock pounded that sweet spot inside you.

The hand holding your thigh, was damn near pushing it to be beside your head, opening your cunt to his merciless pounding.

”Al!” You cried.

”You” he hissed lowly, you almost missed it up.

”I want you. I want you to be my mate, as you should be. I want to see you swollen with my seed, ma cherie. To be properly mine and claimed.”

Your magic surged and Alastor’s hips faltered when he felt your cunt fluttered and squeeze around him.

He felt the warmth of your magic in him and moaned as he pushed into you.

“You’re gonna let me fuck a spawn into you? Gonna let me ruin this royal womb? Oh what a treat you would be, a hellish princess carrying the Radio Demon’s spawn oh hoo ”

He crackled as you arched, mewling as his pace grew harsh.

”O-oh fuck! Fuckfuck! ah ah AH ha a-a-h Al!”

A red mark graced your lower belly, the royal seal.

It prevents you from being impregnated.

But with each drag of Alastor’s cock and magic, you watched as pieces disappeared.

“C’mon baby loosen up. I wanna make sure you take all my cum. Dont want a single drop wasted”

He rolled over, catching you off guard. You blinked down at him as you sunk down onto him.

He shot you wicked smile, fluff wild “Just wanna see when you fall apart on my cock”

He thrusted up and you keened, bracing yourself against his chest.

You were gorgeous as you rode the demon. Red horns like a crown as you threw your head back in pleasure.

Alastor wrapped your tail around his arm and growled when you pushed down on him.

Whipped cream gathered at his as you dragged your walls over him, throwing your assinto his thrusts

”pretty pretty princess. Such a slutty pussy that wants to be filled. that’s a good girl, you take my cock so well doll. You want my cum?”

You whimpered, nodding “yes yes yes please cum in me. Breed me. O-Oh ha! Al! Let me have your babies please OH fuuuuuccckkk I want it I want it so bad.” Your claws played with your clit, making your orgasm buzzed, golden magic sparking.

You let out a sharp cry as your back arched. Alastor dug his claws in your hips and pounded you out until his cock twitched and the mark on your belly melted away.

Your cunt squelched and your back burned.

”Fuck fuck fuck!”

Alastor growled as his cock dumped his cum inside you.

You crashed against Alastor’s chest, large wings erupting from your back, shielding the two of you in a cocoon.

You tried to move your hips, but Alastor held you fast as rope after rope of creamy spunk painted your walls.

He had returned back to semi-normal. He pressed a kiss to your forehead “Fuck darlin such a good girl.”

You purred as you changed back.

You ran a hand over your belly, blinking to find it was bulging softly.Alastor chuckled “Seems I might have overdid it just a bit”

You nuzzled into his neck “Mhmm not quite…” you sunk your fangs into his neck, making the demon hiss and bite into your shoulder.

You gasped as you felt the last restraint snap and his cum flood your womb, you wiggled your hips, milking his cock.

Alastor let out a hum “ So perfect and all mine.”

You giggled sleepily. “hmmm.”

Your soft snores filled the room.

Alastor’s ears flicked as he watch little flecks of magic danced around the two of you.

He felt kind of bad for having you cockwarm him so he slid himself out. The magic swirled around your womb, sinking into your skin. He watched in wonder as your bulge slowly went down and a soft glow shone where your mark was.

Wonder what that was about?

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“Oh my gosh! Look at you! Your horns! You look like mom. Oh Satan Dad’s gonna flip” Charlie said as she pressed her hands against your swollen belly.

You chuckled at your sister. You could handle your father.

The hotel was shocked when you had announced you and Alastor were having babies.

yes.you heard right.

Babies.

Two!

Twins.

Alastor couldn't be more smug when the two of you walked around the city. He was very entertained by the whispers and stares that were thrown around.

The Princess of Hell was having the Radio Demon’s spawns.

Isnt the Princess engaged?

How dare he?

How is the king gonna react?

This will bring shame to the realm!

You were six months and soon your father will be coming to take you to meet your ‘betrothed.’

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Your tail swished in annoyance as you crossed your arms, staring at your father.

The Goetia Prince looked between you and Alastor nervously, Alastor flashing him a sharp smile as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Your father was seething.

Horns standing tall, eyes red, a ball of fire raging, wings and tail out, and ahh the seraphim eyes.

Daddy was piiiissssed.

And you didnt care.

”what the actual FUCK?!” He bellowed, eyes narrowing on Alastor.

”YOU DARE SPAWN WITH MY DAUGHTER?!”

Alastor hugged you into his side, grinning like a little shit as his hand caressed your swollen belly.

“She was quite adamant Your Majesty. Who am I to disobey my Princess?” His grin had flames pooling from your father’s palms.

You cleared your throat, addressing the Goetia “You can go back home. The marriage is off” the demon blinked and looked to your father.

“Angel you dont understand-”

”No daddy you don’t understand! If you can be casted from Heaven for love, why can’t I rule Hell with mine?”

Lucifer faltered, eyes dimming.

He watched as Alastor comforted you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He looked at you the way Lucifer looks at your mother.

With complete and utter love, adoration,and devotion.

His eyes drifted to your stomach.

You were pregnant and happy.

Lucifer sighed and approached you, making your horns curl in warning.

Lucifer looked at you.

You looked just like Lilith. You were happy and so in love.

He sighed seeing the ring on your finger.

He wondered where you got that stubbornness from?

your mother no doubt

”Fine fine” he sighed, making you calm down.

”I am to be a grandpa it seems! I-I can’t wait.” He smiled at you making you smile back.

”What am I suppose to tell my father?!” Oh he was still there?

Lucifer blinked in confusion and shrugged “Im sure he can overlook this mishap”

”Mishap? Mishap?! Your daughter is a whore! A mockery of He-AAAAHHHHH!”

You smiled happily as Alastor let out a burp “Thank you Al”

He kissed your cheek “No one will insult you in my presence. His screams were exquisite”

Lucifer cleared his throat as the two of you made heart eyes at each other. “Sooooo twin spawns? Yippee”

You laughed rubbing your belly “Things are gonna get busier around here.”

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Alastor leaned down to kiss your forehead, looking at the bundle in his arms.

”You did wonderful my love”

You hummed as you rocked the other bundle.

”YOURE OKAY! I was so worried. You were screaming and then we heard nothing” Your sister cried bursting into the room, Lucifer entering behind her. You smiled at your twin’s rambling. Charlie fretted over you before settling on the bundle in your arms.

She squealed “Are they-?”

”Met the newest additions to the family”

You had given birth to twins.

A boy and a girl.

You were holding your baby boy, cooing at the babe who looked at you curiously.

Baby boy was the splitting image of his father, except he had your rosy cheeks and and cute nose.

Baby girl took all after you. Pale skin, rosy cheeks, tuffs of blonde hair and little wings tucked and curled.

Alastor nuzzled your mini version.

“What you gonna name them?” Charlie asked cooing at the babies.

You turned to your father “Alastor and I thought it would be best if you name them dad. You know the whole angelic thing” you smiled.

Your father’s lips wobbled at your words.

Alastor handed you your daughter and you adjusted both fawns in your arms.

Your father placed his hands over them and a soft golden glow appeared.

“The Son of the Morningstar shall be called Abaddon”

Your son giggled as magic danced around him, red eyes glimmering in delight.

You placed a soft kiss on the boy’s fluff and handed him to his father.

”A Daughter of the Morningstar shall be named Azrael”

You snuggled the fussy girl who calmed at your touch.

”The blood of the Morningstar shall be blessed as long as the eternal flame blazes. Amen”

You smiled and let out a tired yawn.

”Alright I think that’s enough excitement for one night.” Alastor rushed Charlie and Lucifer out so you and the babies could rest.

Alastor slid beside you on the bed and used his tentacles to put the twins to sleep.

You leaned against his chest, eyes heavy as you smiled up at him.

”was this everything you envisioned?”

Alastor grinned down at you, before taking a long look at his fawns, he looked back at you and hooked a finger under your chin to capture your lips in a kiss.

”Hmmm its much better my dear. Much better”

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reticent-writer · 7 months

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Alot of people asked the same thing so I decided to make one big one so as I used this as a reference

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Charlie called everyone into the living room for a team-building exercise.

"Before we begin, I wanna thank everyone for coming. Today we are going to talk about our feelings." Charlie happily sat as everyone sat on the floor in a circle. She was really excited because she got you and Alastor to participate. (Alastor was standing ain't no way he was sitting on the floor)

"For some of you, it seems like your life is still affecting your death. sooo, we will try and scratch the surface of that trauma with.... Dolls." She squealed as she pulled out a bunch of ragdolls from behind her.

"You don't have to use the dolls btw." Vaggie commented with Charlie whispering 'but it's encouraged' right after.

"Why don't you go first y/n." Alastor said with the same wicked grin he always had, "You had a lot to say yesterday."

"Oh fuck off." You flipped him off, "You of all people know my background. If you find it so interesting then you tell it."

"Don't be like that, It's your story to tell not mine." He grabbed a few dolls from Charlie and gave them to you but you didn't use them.

You sighed as you started your short story, "My dad was a drunk jerk with anger issues, my mom was also a drunk and Alastor's tailor. Alastor practically to me and my siblings in annnnd the rest is history."

"That's it?" Angel questioned as he leaned towards you, clearly wanted more details.

"That's it. plain and simple."

"So you see him as your father figure."

You didn't say anything as you looked down at the dolls.

"I don't like talking about this." You tried to say with a slightly hostile tone but your voice betrayed you as your throat started to swell.

"I-it's okay." Charlie placed a hand on your shoulder," Who wants to go next."

Angel volunteered and tried to lighten the mood with an erotic story of how he started..... doing what he was doing.

He successfully changed the subject and made every disguested with what he decided to share. In that moment you saw his progress. He came far and you wanted to thank him for it

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Later that night you were in your room midlesly scrolling on the phone Charlie gave you when there was a knock on your door.

You got up to open the door.

There stood Alastor with a surprisingly warm smile.

"Ya know when I met you, you were such a sad kid. You hardly ever made a sound, it scared me. A child like you didn't deserve a family that made you feel that way. I wanted to become your family." He paused for a moment to study your expression before continuing, "I know it's a bit selfish but I'm glad you called dad, my (child/son/daughter)."

You felt the years fall from your eyes but you didn't care as you hugged the man in front of you.

"Thanks, Dad."

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I just realized Cheri Bob was were Angel started before joining the hotel. 　

art by @ghostly-one

#hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #platonic #child reader #x child reader #teen reader #male reader #female reader #gn reader #reticent writes #reticent writer

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lucifer-imaginaryfriend · 21 days

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Hellaverse Fan kid week Day Three: Matching (Alastor & Lucifer with Calliope and Cherie)

Very proud parents and are in Aw by how cute their daughters look (and how similar they are to them lol)

And separate versions, OCs belong to @bunny-is-cute from the blog @hells-greatest-performers

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hells-greatest-performers · 2 months

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Sick Fic

(making up for lack of Sick Arc)

By @bunny-is-cute

As Royal Prince-Consort of Hell, Alastor has acquired an array of new skills and new powers. He could travel between rings, which other sinners could never do before, and his radio broadcasts have expanded and his power has increased with the newer souls he enslaved, and new broadcasts of the souls he tormented now expanded to all the rings.

But apparently beating the hell-flu was not part of his new skill set.

It began with his eldest child, Princess Calliope Morningstar, the spinning image of her father Lucifer, returning home from hellementary school. Her normal stoic behavior was dulled with half-lidded eyes, a slouch in her posture, and the wheezing in her breathing.

Alastor had been preparing after-school snacks when Verena went running to him, hugging his leg, and pulling at his dress pants. “Papa! Papa!” The light purple-skinned fawn spoke with worry. “Callie is sick!”

Alastor frowned his brows but a moment later Calliope did slink in, using the wall as he’d support before she began to slide down.

“Calliope!” Alastor shouted and went over to pick the child up, seeing her red circles look pale but showing signs of a fever. Alastor felt his daughter’s forehead and immediately felt the heat radiating from her skin. His worry intensified as he carried her to the couch, laying her down gently. "Verena, sweetheart, could you fetch Papa some water and a damp cloth?" he asked, trying to keep his voice calm and reassuring.

Verena nodded and scurried off, her little hooves clattering on the floor. Alastor turned his attention back to Calliope, who was now coughing weakly. "It’s okay, darling. We’ll get you feeling better soon," he whispered, stroking her hair softly.

By the time Verena returned with the water and cloth, Calliope's breathing had grown more labored. Alastor placed the cool cloth on her forehead and offered her sips of water, hoping to bring her some relief. His mind was racing with concern, not only for Calliope but for the rest of the family. If it was the Hell flu, it was only a matter of time before it spread.

Within a day, Verena and Caelan also started showing symptoms, and despite Alastor’s best efforts, he too fell victim to the illness. As the children lay in their beds, weak and feverish, Alastor found himself barely able to stand. His powers, formidable as they were, offered no protection against the relentless virus.

Lucifer, upon discovering the state of his family, immediately took charge. First, he had Rosie take the infant, Charlie, and Cherie, away from the home so that they wouldn’t get sick. Children being sick was one thing, but sick infants were another.

His worry for Alastor was palpable, but he remained composed. "Alastor, my love, you need to rest," he insisted, guiding him to their bed despite Alastor's protests.

"I'm fine, Luci. The kids—" Alastor started to say, but a violent cough cut him off, leaving him breathless and dizzy.

"The kids are being looked after," Lucifer reassured him, helping him lie down. "You need to focus on getting better."

Alastor weakened and unable to argue, relented. As he lay there, shivering and feverish, he felt the warmth of Lucifer's hand in his. Despite the haze of his illness, he was acutely aware of the love and care emanating from his husband.

He shivered and Lucifer sat in their bed. He didn’t get sick like his family or other demons. Alastor was envious of that but his mind quickly dispersed of that idea as Lucifer began to gently rub his back with his nails.

“Aww my deer is sleepy,” Lucifer said with a chuckle.

Alastor sniffled hard and shook his head, trying to pull away, “no *sniffle* I’m not,” he moaned half-heartedly. His voice was raw and aching. He’d been throwing up and along with the sore throat, he was lucky he was able to speak at all, but his talking was followed by a nasty bout of coughing.

Lucifer gently pulled Alastor back in close, having him resting against him once more, “Shhh, yes you are my dearest. Just rest. I’ve got you,” Lucifer murmured soothingly.

Alastor, too exhausted to resist, closed his eyes and allowed himself to be comforted. He felt Lucifer’s gentle caresses and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

…..

The days that followed were a blur of fever dreams and moments of lucidity. Whenever Alastor awoke, he found Lucifer by his side, tending to him with unwavering patience and love. He brought cool clothes for his forehead, coaxed him to drink water, and even spoon-fed him broth when he was too weak to manage on his own.

Lucifer also ensured the children were cared for, though he delegated much of their care to his clones, but his primary focus remained on Alastor, whose condition had taken a more severe turn.

One particularly difficult night, Alastor awoke drenched in sweat, his body wracked with chills. He struggled to catch his breath, each inhale a painful effort. Panic began to set in as he realized he couldn’t get enough air.

“Luci...” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer was at his side in an instant, his expression a mix of concern and determination. “I’m here, Al. Try to relax and breathe slowly. I’m going to help you.”

He carefully propped Alastor up with pillows, helping him into a more upright position. Then, with gentle yet firm hands, he began to rub Alastor’s back in slow, soothing circles, encouraging him to take deep, measured breaths.

Gradually, Alastor’s breathing steadied, though it remained labored. He clung to Lucifer’s hand, drawing strength from his presence. “Thank you,” he managed to say between breaths, his voice filled with gratitude.

Lucifer smiled softly, leaning in to press a kiss to Alastor’s forehead. “You don’t have to thank me, my love. I’m here because I love you. We’ll get through this together.”

…..

Days passed in a blur of fever dreams, congested breathing, and fitful sleep. Lucifer never left Alastor's side — his determination unwavering.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the fevers broke. The children began to recover first, their young bodies bouncing back with surprising resilience.

Alastor’s recovery was slower, but under Lucifer's vigilant care, he too began to regain his strength.

One morning, as he woke to find Lucifer asleep in a chair beside him, Alastor reached out and gently touched his husband’s hand.

Lucifer stirred, his eyes opening to meet Alastor’s. "Good morning," Alastor said, his voice still weak but filled with gratitude.

"Good morning, my love," Lucifer replied, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "You had us all worried."

"I know," Alastor admitted. "But I knew you’d take care of us."

Lucifer leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Alastor’s forehead. "Always," he whispered. "Always."

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Hazbin Hotel Live Blog: Welcome to Heaven

Coming back I found I did enjoy the last episode far more than I did the others. It obviously suffers from who the director is, but I could still see the more competent writer underneath certain portions of the episode. This one is written by Adam Stein who was credited for six episodes of Harley Quinn, a series I admittedly do not particularly care for. I wouldn’t consider the series bad and I enjoy scenes more than the whole, but its clear that Hazbin and much of Medrano’s writing ideas are in many ways ripped off from Harley Quinn far more than Bojack Horseman. To be frank, if Medrano had stuck her comparison to Harley Quinn, I doubt she would be criticized nearly as much as she is for her writing. I know, for myself, if she had compared her shows to Harley Quinn and never once breathed in the direction of Bojack Horseman, I wouldn’t have ever been motivated to even criticize this series. I think a comparison to Harley Quinn is fair, it is an objectively worse version of Harley Quinn, but it is better suited to the style and audience of that show far and above something of high art and value like Bojack. Harley Quinn is simply not my tastes, I wouldn’t say it’s bad, but even with a gun to my head I could never in good faith consider it good. It’s better than Hazbin and Helluva Boss, but its also a fairer comparison.

Vaggie adds “gah” to her line about being a liar in the most painful way. While they obviously paid Stephanie the most, they in no way paid her enough to care. It was physically written into the script and it highlights how little the actress actively participated in the series. She didn’t even try to make it sound natural, she doesn’t care for the character she is playing and she doesn’t care whether or not we know.

It makes no sense that Angel Dust is still working for Valentino. He could just stay in the hotel and ignore Val’s calls and texts like we have actively seen him do. So it’s like he hates working for Val, does so under duress and due to a contract on his soul, but Charlie is the princess of Hell whom Valentino openly stated he was threatened by and her hotel and patrons are under the protection of Lucifer who aligned himself with Charlie and her goals…. Just don’t go? There is Vaggie, Charlie, Lucifer and even Alastor who are more than capable of handling someone like Valentino on their own, let alone as a united front. Why is this still happening?

The physical comedy falls flat. Cheri grabs Sir Pentious’ hand and it cracks and is all mangled like it is broken, but he has zero response to it. The humor requires there to be a reaction to the level of violence displayed. Having not even a minor one means the sequence may as well not have happened, and it frankly feels like an excuse to just say Alex Brightman was in the episode and have him say as many lines as possible regardless of whether or not he should. I genuinely don’t understand why this character is even in Hell. Who is he as a person? Just why?

Sera says she only green-lit the exterminations so that Hell didn’t act up, and places the blame on Adam for Lucifer getting involved. But then she just… keeps letting Adam do what he’s doing, which is what caused her to feel threatened like this in the first place. So essentially “This is all your fault because of the things you’ve done. So keep doing them.” I don’t even get why Sera or any of Heaven feels this way about Hell. I assume Sera knows Charlie’s plans about redemption, but she seems threatened by it? When in reality treating Heaven like a prize for sinners seems like a logical way of cooperating with Hell and even maintaining civil relations.

Also, can I just point out how the character designs really fail to send any sort of message. Alastor, Niffty, Velvette, Carmella and her daughters, Rosie, and Mimzy are hyper humanoid demons in a Hell where non-human designs make up a majority of the cast and the distorted, abstract and animalistic designs in Hell make sense, whereas Heaven is mostly humanoid with random demonic designs walking around. It fails to send a message as well as just makes Heaven and Hell entirely the same. It fails to really sell the idea that Heaven is in any way better than Hell. Honestly, demons should have less human designs and appear more twisted and deformed. Heaven should have prioritized humanoid figures. Especially seeing as Medrano with a heritage in Latin America and Christianity would know that the idea of Christianity she is supposedly criticizing emphasizes that humans were made “in the image” of god and angels. It also sets up an idea of one’s soul being cleansed by having this “godly” form. Mixing in furry designs at the same rate as Hell collapses any argument for media literacy or messaging being made.

Welcome to Heaven as a song is the best song of the show thus so far. It is the One Short Day of Hazbin, a vapid superficial scene-setting song that isn’t meant to further the characters, just the plot, and it actually succeeds. I’m not amazed by it, never would i play it for enjoyment reasons, but it works for the role it plays and is the only song that does so well.

Adam is telling Vaggie her own backstory, my favorite bad writing trope.

Additionally, I thought heavenly weapons were the only thing that could harm an angel. But Lute just rips off Vaggie’s wings with her bare hands. It really confuses the world when you don’t even keep to your own rules.

In the previous episode, Charlie says the hotel isn’t “working”, this episode has Adam demanding “evidence”. The lack of understanding what Charlie is looking for when she says Progress is never defined. On one hand she says Angel Dust is making progress, but just the last episode said that the hotel wasn’t actually helping anyone. Even at the start of the episode we don’t see any change in Angel Dust, just that he’s sad. He still swears performs sex work, is rude and crude, and at no point has his situation with drug addiction been addressed in any way. I can appreciate not wishing to say someone performing sex work is committing sin. As well as the implication that how one holds themself is unimportant to Heaven. But I think everyone can agree that drug addiction and abuse is harmful to those in the addiction and those who care for them. And also, it is extremely difficult to break. Drug addiction would be an excellent analogy for sin and breaking it would work as a parallel for redemption easily. So why is it the one thing you had going for you in way of themes and a show of progress and character growth we’ve never actually even addressed. In fact, Loser Baby enables the idea that Angel Dust’s use of drugs is fine because he’s a loser anyway. Just give up on yourself. So when this episode inevitably implies that Angel has actually been making progress on that front, it’ll make no sense.

That happened a whole lot sooner than I thought it would. And it being Husk saying he thought Angel was “Better than that” really does make his whole message in Loser Baby hypocritical. Him being the one to judge others on how they cope, offloading his hypocrisy on the excuse “I’m not trying to get to heaven”, but then still performs the emotionally abusive tactic of publicly and maliciously shaming is partner into a form of compliance. And this is the romantic relationship I’m supposed to be going nuts over? Even in the case where one can argue he is doing it from a place of concern, he has never once cared about Angel’s drug use in the series. It has never been mentioned in any detail of it being harmful. It is literally placed on the same level as his hypersexuality in the song Loser Baby, which we are supposed to wave away as not being harmful because he enjoys it. The line is he “samples” every sex toy and drug. This is just the Alastor must be lying because nothing makes sense argument, except its the world that doesn’t make sense and thus nothing can be trusted and the suspension of disbelief and the act of world building is inherently gone. This isn’t even a story at this point. It is merely a bunch of drawings doing things for nearly half an hour because time is money, and Medrano likes money.

I feel the setup isn’t too bad. It’s the story of Job, which, yes, you should use the material you are criticizing if you are actually seeking to criticize it (whether or not Medrano’s is even attempting a critique on Christianity is hugely up to debate, but that’s not for this kind of post). It’s Lucifer in the Bible coming to the court of god and saying he’s been on earth observing the humans. He claims humans would never worship god if not for god incentivizing them through blessings and so god is like, “bet, do your worst”. Except, in the Bible story it shows god’s callousness. He allows Job to suffer and gives permission to Lucifer to torture this faithful man, of which when Job laments, god chastises him for doubting. This removes the negative qualities of god from the story by just watching Angel Dust make his own decisions. Which works for the idea of free will, I suppose, but the idea of free will being imagination from the last episode to now just waiting for Angel Dust to choose to conform to an idea of morals takes away any meta critique on the nature of heaven. Just saying.

Still not a fan of how infantilized the show makes Niffty.

The scene with Angel standing up to Valentino was such an attempt at an emotional reaction, and in reality it only succeeds in tiptoeing the edge of emotional catharsis. It never gets to reach that point because we don’t actually see the way that Val and Angel interact most of the time. And I’ll just say it, the Poison sequence ruins this scene. It set up this idea that Angel Dust has complicated feelings for Valentino and in many ways their relationship is just as much an addiction as the drugs. But we never see the harmful side to Angel’s drug addiction and nor do we see his complicated feelings for Val break down as he grows closer to Husk. It is unearned. And then having Charlie point blank say why that scene exists for the narrative kills any and all investment. It was there just so Angel Dust can fit Adam’s checklist. So there is no authentic emotions attached to that scene from the ground up. It is a contrivance that feels almost hateful in its existence.

Why is Adam treated as Sera? Adam was the one who made the list, but Emily contributes it to Sera. Sera didn’t even know how a soul ends up in heaven, all she says is “he was the first human soul here”, meaning she defers to him to understand. To have her be the one saying not everything is written in ink, when she openly is the first one to say she hasn’t any idea, really confuses the lack of story you are trying to tell.

So, the whole series has now confirmed it has no clue how to tell a story. “If Hell is forever then Heaven must be a lie”, so the idea of moving between heaven and hell is not a concept. Someone from heaven cannot fall to hell and someone from hell cannot enter heaven, except they can. Vaggie. Her entire existence is proof that heaven isn’t forever, so why would Hell be? If anything, Vaggie should be a spark of hope for Charlie. Additionally, the threshold of whether souls can be redeemed has nothing to do with if they can or not. Rather, it ends the same way it began. No one is in control and no one has any power one way or the other. But Vaggie being in hell, despite being an angel, who was never held in a court to determine if she should fall or not and was deemed unholy by humans, not the council of angels, just brought this whole house of cards down. In fact, the person on trial should have been Vaggie, and in extension Lute. Who is Lute to have the right to make such a call compared to Emily? Why does no one bring up this discrepancy? And having Vaggie on trial instead of an ignorant Angel Dust being critiqued without his knowledge would have been a better vehicle for not just exploring Vaggie’s past, but also the ideas surrounding redemption and banishment and the values/hypocrisy of heaven. As it stands, this episode was a waste of everyone’s time.

Adam Stein brought nothing to the table, all the same issues in Medrano’s writing are present and played out here. Adam may as well be a ghost writer as he didn’t even attempt to bring any of his own strengths to the script. I can’t say I’m surprised at this, however. It is just Harley Quinn after all.

2/10

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