alastor x the dazzlings inspired! reader
a/n one of my favorite things are always crossovers so I think I will do more of them (this one is kinda cringe but anyway). reader is gn!!!!! and also, reader isn't particularly any of the dazzlings, just inspired.
alastor was thriving in his success at beating vox and once again embarrassing the TV demon in front of the whole pride ring. and even if the old pal of his still got on his nerves, it was worth the effort to piss the loser off, at least, in alastor's opinion.
for the first time in 7 years, a genuine smile showed on the radio demon's face, which, sadly or not, lasted not so long.
it was a strange sound. beautiful, the most beautiful sound he ever heard, but strange and unsettling at the same time.
coming from his radio station, he tried to stop it, but he failed - the voices became only louder.
yes, the voices. no, the voice.
the most beautiful voice he ever heard.
it sang a song. so captivating and mysterious, hypnotic even.
... oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh...
...you didn't know that you fell...
... oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh...
...now that you're under our spell...
the louder the song got, the more clearly he could hear the lead voice - soft and comforting, yet dangerous, a voice that made him salivate.
...blindsided by the beat
clapping your hands,
stomping your feet...
...you didn't know that you fell...
oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh...
...now you've fallen under our spell
oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh...
alastor could swear that the person who sang it was just next to him, whispering in his ear. his hand snapped to his side, checking, but no one was there.
but he could swear that the singer chuckled.
listen to the sound of my voice...
he listened, he listened and drank every word.
...soon you'll find you don't have a choice
his soul was now gripped by something he had never felt; he wanted to serve this voice.
captured in the web of my song...
alastor gripped the cloth where his dead heart was. the man could swear it was beating even faster than when he was alive.
...soon you'll all be singing along!
at that, the music got to its loudest point and then silence.
pure silence.
"remember hell, this broadcast. me and my sisters are not going to stop until we get what we want..." now talking, the captivating voice was full of confidence and power, "...and remember the name of Y/N Y/L/N!"
the last thing alastor heard was an evil laugh which made him drop on his seat, shocked by the experience he just had.
oh, he wanted to meet this powerful sinner, to drink their blood. oh, how he wanted that.
he never wanted anything more than this.
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