#hurt alastor

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(Translation )

Lilith: You seem to be doing just fine. Am I right? Alastor.

Alastor: ...

Lilith: Speak, Alastor.

Alastor: I-I'm so sorry...

Lucifer: Darling...?

[wbhsdo-wafaan-mycwaotp]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar/Vaggie, Angel Dust/Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor & Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor & Rosie (Hazbin Hotel), Charlie Magne | Morningstar & Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Characters: Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor's Shadow (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Charlie Magne | Morningstar, Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor's Mother (Hazbin Hotel), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Exorcist Angels (Hazbin Hotel), Husk (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Protective Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Possessive Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Alastor Has a Heart (Hazbin Hotel), Hurt Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Hurt Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor loses his cool, Post-Season/Series 01 Series: Part 1 of Falling Doesn't Feel So Bad When I Know I'm Falling With You, Too Summary:

“Good afternoon sinners and saints alike! It’s a pleasure to be broadcasting to you live from Extermination Day!”

Alastor has a new appreciation of the king, forcefully.

[irrlicht-writes]

bloodied teeth

“Give me your heart,” he whispers and Alastor grins, fresh blood on his teeth. It’s impossible to tell whose blood it is. “Darb,” he replies, “there’s nothing left to give.” | After the fight, Vox needs to know if Alastor is still alive. Deeming himself the right man for the job, he goes to find the fallen radio tower. Ao3 here.

*

After the high fades, when the dust settles, Vox looks at the footage again. Val is off sleeping, or pimping, or doing drugs or whatever. As long as he’s not causing some ruckus again, it’s all good. Velvette is probably posting about this on Voxtagram but who cares.

All of the fucking footage involving Alastor is fucking glitch, like the bitch-boy he is. Vox knows the fucker is doing it on purpose every time, otherwise he’d never get a clear shot of that asshole’s face and he has those. But now, sitting in his dark office, long after-hours, he holds his Voxpad, and looks at the footage again. He watches how elegantly Alastor is dodging that angel’s attacks. He wishes he’d gotten audio, too. But Alastor would probably warble that to hell and back. Still, it would be nice to have something.

Vox hates to admit it, but he always gets a little hot whenever Alastor is pulling out his transformation tricks. It’s bad for his wiring, that’s why it’s a problem. He’s not getting hot and bothered by it, of course. He couldn’t care less, in fact. If he says it, then it’s true, simple as that, and he doesn’t need Velvette or Val to roll their eyes at him every time he states that very simple fact.

Anyway, he’s getting distracted. He looks down again. He watches the fight that remains one-sided all way through. Alastor toys with Adam, and then Adam gets out the big angel-guns. Vox wonders if he could’ve survived an angel blast to the face like Alastor had. Sure, the bloody deer had his weird cane, but still... Vox would’ve been double-dead. And then, the axe –

He pauses the feed at the moment Alastor gets hit. The fucker doesn’t drop his smile, because he’s insane like that, and there’s so much blood. Vox’s never known that much about a body and its blood – that’s always been more of an Alastor thing, really. But the blood spurts, even on his little screen, and the holy axe is coated in it. But Alastor’s still alive, and he’s still talking about Adam before he runs away.

Because that’s the smart choice, and while Alastor is a cocky old bastard, he’s always been smart, too.

And then Vox loses him completely. He doesn’t know where he’s gone or what’s happened to him. Off-line, he had still followed that ragtag group to see if either Alastor would join up with them again or if they’d go look for him. Neither has happened so far, and it’s been two days. Clutching his pad a little tighter, he looks out of the window.

Alastor isn’t dead... right?

He can’t be.

But if he was... would Vox even know?

Fucker’s already gone and disappeared for seven fucking years before. Vox couldn’t do that again.

Maybe... maybe he should go look for him. Surely, he’d know where the radio bastard would hide, right? But two of Alastor’s goons were at the hotel and they hadn’t gone to find him. The cat he understands, but the little gremlin? Honestly, he’s never understood why Alastor kept that one around. Sentimentality, perhaps? He is fond of women, after all.

Vox grinds his jaw. Maybe Alastor ran to his cannibal friend, Rosie? He looks at the last image his little drone caught of Alastor, slinking into the shadows. There’s blood on the stone. Frustrated, Vox throws his pad aside and leaves post-haste. He can’t risk it. He can’t risk losing Alastor again, this time for good.

The hotel is in rubbles. It’s the dead of night, and he’s glad nobody is here. He wonders if they’re going to rebuild it. He stands here a while, and thinks he should’ve visited Alastor here, if only to gift the shabby hotel some high-end TVs just to annoy the demon out of his mind. Six months, and he hadn’t seen Alastor face-to-face even once. He thought he had time to build up courage. Hate-singing over the fucking airwaves didn’t count.

Speaking of which, he could probably try and find Alastor with frequency. The fucker never changed his station is eighty years, and he only ever changes his frequency if he needs to annoy someone. If he doesn’t find him – if there’s only dead air... no. No, there won’t be any dead air. Alastor went dark for seven years; he’s not going to go dark again. So, bracing himself, Vox starts marching, searching. He has a suspicion, and he knows the demon better than anyone.

Eventually, he finds the broken radio tower. It had fallen down the hill the hotel had stood on and it is surprisingly intact for that. Alastor has no turf to hide on, and the Cannibals have taken losses and Alastor cares about them, so he wouldn’t bother them, especially if he was hurt badly. Leave it to that asshole to never ask for help as he’s literally passing away on the floor. Way back in the day, Alastor had caught rabies by accident and had insisted he’s perfectly fine even as he had been frothing at the mouth. Back then, it had been a fucking nightmare, and now it is a rather pleasant memory.

But enough of the past, he reached the tower. He can hear soft humming from inside, but he can’t quite discern it. Morse code is nothing that he needs, and unlike Alastor, he can’t make sense of stray signals in the air. He takes a deep breath. Either Alastor is here, or he isn’t. Vox doesn’t know what he’ll do in either case, so there’s no point in waiting around.

He climbs the angled ladder, and pushes the trapdoor open. Just like Alastor, to make things this way, as if a door wouldn’t have been perfectly fine. Not everyone can just bypass doors by slinking through the fucking shadows like a loser.

“Alastor?”

It’s dark in the tower itself, but his face is emitting a soft blue light. He tries to dim it, Alastor’s always complained about it being in his face all the time.

“Oh my!” A voice answers and Vox nearly falls down the ladder again. “If it isn’t a bunny! Came here for a beat session? I’m currently unavailable, please see yourself out!”

“Alastor?” He asks again, because his processing power just fucking dropped to nothing. At least he climbs into the tower proper this time before the answer rings out.

“My my, is our visitor deaf? A true mustard plaster, this one, I’d wager. Please, go chase yourself, good man, we’re currently not on air!”

He’s using more slang than usual, that’s not good. Vox never got fully fluent in Alastor-speech, but he’s always found it somewhat endearing. Not now, though. Alastor is trying to rush him out, and he’s hiding. Fuck. In this state, Vox can take Alastor easy, but he’s not worried about that. The tone of his voice... he sounds clipped. The demon talks a mile a minute if you let him. But he’s speaking too fast, as if he’s trying to get the words out before the air leaves him. There’s blood on the wood boards, too. It’s not old, either, and to think that almost three days after the fight, Alastor is still bleeding... Vox blinks and looks around.

“I ain’t gonna leave, fucker, so either toss me out, or shut the fuck up.”

There’s no response, just the jittery of static in the air. Vox assumes Alastor is hiding behind the console, and he thinking over his battle plan. Alastor’s hurt, and he’s likely in pain, which is bad, but he’s lucid enough to recognise him coming in. He hates being prey, but that’s exactly what he is right now, and he knows it which is why he wants Vox to leave.

Alastor isn’t stupid: he knows he’s been a thorn in the side of the Vees for years and now Vox is here. What else is he to assume that Vox came here to finish him off? In fact, that’s what Vox should do.

“I’m coming around the console, so cool your tits.”

“...my what?”

Vox smirks as he makes his way over. He moves slow, and steps loudly, so he won’t surprise Alastor more than necessary. His heart beats too fast the closer he gets, but Alastor doesn’t try to stop him again. What’s he gonna do? He still doesn’t know. He doesn’t know. He stops, standing next to the console. If he just turns his head, he could probably see the demon. But he doesn’t, not yet. Instead, he looks out the broken window, over to Pentagram City. He can see his tower from here.

“I watched the footage of you getting your ass beat.”

He doesn’t know why he says that. Alastor is bleeding.

“Enjoying yourself, no doubt. Are you here to gloat? If you want to be upstage, so be it somewhere else.”

Vox looks down, to the side. His natural blue light is illuminating the deer: he’s cowering on the floor, pushing up against the console, and he’s not looking up at Vox. Damn that fucker for wearing red, how’s Vox supposed to see the damage like that?

“You’ve been on a toot, huh?”

Alastor laughs, a quick, sharp cackle. “So you do learn!”

Vox kneels down. Alastor still doesn’t look at him. But he’s breathing: and he’s lucid. What more could he ask for, at the moment?

“You got hurt. Get over your fucking pride, and let me see.”

“No. Everything’s jake. Leave, if you were so kind.”

Vox closes his eyes for a moment. Of course this was going to be difficult. What did he expect? It’s Alastor, and everything about Alastor is complicated. Try and save that dude’s life and he’s gonna tell you about getting his nails done. (He had actually gotten his nails done once, by Rosie, and Vox had been very impressed.)

“Be as difficult as you fucking want, I’m not gonna leave. If you won’t cooperate, I’ll just have a look by myself.”

“You won’t dare.”

With that, Alastor finally looks at him. Vox grinds his jaw again. The demon is clearly going for intimidation, and if it were anyone but Vox, it might’ve worked. The radio demon’s a monster, and it’s easy to forget that. The current form he’s in is little else but a shell, and the shell is always close to cracking. It took Vox a while to learn that.

There’s dried blood on his lips and his chin, and his face is pale. One half of his face is caked in shadows, and a never-blinking radio dial stares right at him. The shadowed half is cracking, splintering into the stick-man Alastor really is. Vox isn’t scared. Alastor would’ve attacked already if he wanted to. He just wants Vox to leave, but isn’t strong enough to force it to happen.

“You can’t stop me,” he just says and Alastor makes a low snorting sound. It’s almost a growl, but not quite. Vox knows shit-all about deer, and he doesn’t even know how much deer antics Alastor’s adopted at this point. It doesn’t even matter, the message is clear enough.

With a quick hand, he reaches out and takes a hold of his lapel, only to be met with several things: something too wet under his hand, and a feral sound of pain from Alastor. A clawed hand flies out and wraps itself around Vox’s neck, pushing him away. Before he can be pushed to the ground, Vox catches himself on his hands, and Alastor isn’t strong enough to force him down. The man’s whole form shivers and shakes before him, and Vox can tell he wants to attack, but holds back. He wants to believe it’s because it’s him, but his rational brain tells him it’s because Alastor might not survive a transformation in this state.

Vox tears his eyes away from Alastor’s pain-distorted face to his chest. Looking closer now, knowing where to look, it’s easy to see: a long, long gash all across Alastor entire torso, with no telling on how deep it is, and it’s still bleeding, it’s still bleeding.

What the fuck, how is that fucker even still alive?

Alastor’s claws dig into Vox’s neck and he knows, he knows, the radio demon could still kill him. But he just sits here, with Alastor in his lap, and nothing happens. Alastor’s aggression wanes down slowly, never dying, but enough for the demon to remove his hand.

The demon stays in his lap, now sitting down more than hovering. His breaths come heavy, but he doesn’t waver. There’s fresh blood on his lips, and behind him, his shadow creeps along the walls, threatening to devour them both.

Vox seats himself properly, and with the movement Alastor wobbles a bit, but stays still otherwise. He says nothing, just stares. He knows that Alastor doesn’t sleep in the common sense: either he’s riding the airwaves in a weird form of guided dreaming, or he just goes silent. However, he never closes his eyes. Vox wonders how he would lose consciousness. Would his eyes close then? He glances at the wound again. He remembers the blood on Adam’s axe. It’s worse like this.

“I’ll open your suit, just so you know.”

“What a sheik,” Alastor mumbles, “cash or check?”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Maybe,” Alastor laughs, “if I get zozzled.”

He looks so soft like this. Vox loves it, and he hates it. It’s only pride holding Alastor upright, and they both know it. The demon’s hands are lying loosely on Vox’s shoulders and they’re cold, they’re always cold.  

Vox reaches out, and removes Alastor’s bowtie, then unbuttons the suit. The demon doesn’t stop him, but his eyes track his movements lazily. He’s given up, and isn’t that the scariest thing he could’ve done?

“I hate that waistcoat, you know.”

“You said I look dashing.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t hate it.”

The shirt itself is stuck to the edges of the wound. Vox is unsure of what to do. He knows he has to remove it, lest the wound gets even worse. Infection is unlikely to kill Alastor, yes, but this is still an angel-caused wound. The fact the demon survived at all is shocking – Vox doesn’t want to gamble against the gods. Alastor notices his hesitation, because he always does.

“Just rip it.”

“But... I’m worried about the pieces that are stuck. It’s dried in a little, see? If I rip it –“

“Do it; or I will.”

Vox rips it. Alastor isn’t above ripping himself open, and right now, that’s counter-productive. The demon doesn’t flinch, but it must’ve hurt. Vox holds the torn remains of the shirt in his hands as he stares. He wants to look at the wound, because that’s why he’s here, but Alastor’s torso is on display and how could he not look?

His body is littered with little and not-so-little white scars and he wonders where they come from. He’s too thin, even for Hell’s standards, Vox could wrap his entire hand around his waist and crush him clean, but there are no ribs to be visible.

Too gentle, Alastor takes one of Vox’s hands and guides it towards his chest, pressing the fingertips against the gaping wound. As he pushes the claws in, he asks again: “Cash or check?”

“Cash,” Vox whispers and Alastor’s grin widens; his teeth unnaturally bright in the light blue darkness. He reaches out and grabs the edges of Vox’s face and leans forward. Knowing that he’ll stop if Vox does; he pushes his claws further through the wound. He can feel the demon’s blood flowing over his hand and then Alastor kisses him.

Alastor kisses like he kills: hard, quick and efficient. It isn’t gentle, or sweet, or soft. His hands are pressing hard on the frame and Vox knows it’s likely the screen will crack. Right now, they could break each other completely, and that’s all it is: holding each other’s life in their hands. Vox breaks the wound open again from the few scabs that have formed already, and Alastor rewards him accordingly.

Vox wants to fuck him.

That’s nothing new, he’s wanted to do that for decades.

But this is the radio demon, and everything about the radio demon is too simple and too complicated.

The first time Vox had ever kissed him, in the spur of the moment, Alastor had punched a hole through Vox’s screen. He had never apologised and Vox had never asked him to. It had been time for an upgrade anyway, after all. Later, he learnt that Alastor never kissed without getting something in return. The kiss itself wasn’t the payment, and the demon relished in pain, for some reason. Maybe it was because so little could hurt him. Vox had never questioned the logic behind it, because frankly, the radio demon rarely made sense. Vox also learned that kisses would never happen on his terms, if Alastor didn’t offer, he would reject every attempt.

Alastor was hard and cruel, and a sadist at heart, but he was soft, soft for anything he pretended not to care about. Despite it all, Vox was still a thing he cared about, somewhere in the black void that held his heart on puppet strings.

Alastor is too powerful an Overlord to let him be.

For the Vees, he’s a problem.

Velvette hardly cares for him at all; and Val lost all interest when he realised Alastor had no desire to partake in any sexual business.

And that leaves only Vox.

Vox knows how easily Alastor could topple his entire empire. But he has never done that. Despite his disinterest in television as a whole, he’s let Vox be, because Vox was hardly a threat.

Vox has never known someone like Alastor whilst he’d been alive. A true rival, someone to really challenge him? He’s wanted the demon to join the Vees not only to solidify their position, but also because that would mean he’d never have to fight him.

But that’s not the world they live in.

Alastor said No, to more than just that.

He still means more than anyone else.

Vox presses deeper into the wound, right over where his heart would be. If he reaches deep enough, could he grab it?

Alastor stops kissing him, and Vox’s tongue is bleeding. His screen is cracked, and he lives by the mercy.

“Give me your heart,” he whispers and Alastor grins, fresh blood on his teeth. It’s impossible to tell whose blood it is.

“Darb,” he replies, “there’s nothing left to give.”

Alastor is beautiful.

His hands are on Vox’s shoulders again and he leans forward again. His eyes are unfocused, and his pupils are blown wide. Vox removes his fingers from the wound and Alastor all but crashes against his chest, wheezing.

Vox wraps his arms around the demon.

His blue claws are inked red and the blood feels hot and heavy. He stares at them like he’s never seen them before.

Despite it all, Alastor still cares about him.

Despite it all, Vox still holds the radio demon’s trust.

That isn’t a blessing.

It’s a curse.

And it’s a curse Vox will carry for as long as he can.

“Devour all of me,” he whispers against red ears, “when the time comes.”

“Vamp,” Alastor replies and Vox laughs.

He holds the demon tight, and he laughs.

[hazbinblog]

Another new fic! Radioapple (Lucifer/Alastor) and Radiochains (abusive "Lilith/Alastor")

Lucifer genuinely wants a dance with Alastor--meanwhile, Alastor assumes all Lucifer really wants is to toy with him.

If you like Alastor Whump / hurt Alastor, angst, hurt/comfort, and/or Alastor suffering at the hands of his soul's owner, this fic is probably right up your alley! ✨

Content warnings: implied/referenced abuse, implied/referenced non-con, implied/referenced torture

If you enjoy this fic or generally enjoy Alastor whump, I'd recommend following me here on Tumblr or as an author on Ao3; this is going to be an ongoing series, and I'll definitely be posting a lot more of this kind of thing in the future!

Here's a link if you want to read it!

[void-occupation]

If you asked Alastor, he'd say he was fine. That was the easiest answer. The answer that kept others from worrying about him. That didn't make it the truth.

The truth was he'd been broken for a long time, and an eroded pillar could only stand for so long without inevitably collapsing.

OR

I was watching tiktoks and saw one (1) edit with the song "Forwards Beckon Rebound" and this idea immediately put a gun to my head and forced me to write it at 2 AM with no planning. READ THE TAGS, HOLY SHIT. This is the darkest shit I've ever written, I'm not playing

[kame-artist]

Teaser art for the next chapter of Wounded Deer

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

[adyophene]

[nerdynuala]

This RadioRose angst and hurt/comfort comic was inspired by this post by deadlyashesart (there's also a link to the fanfic they're writing go check it out) and this animatic. Just piecing some things together and this messy comic turned out

Side note: I've made an attempt at a sideblog for Hazbin Hotel stuff because it's getting *ahem* recurrent but tags aren't working yet and I messed it up, my impatient ass has decided to repost this comic here on my main and see what happens with the sideblog. I'll announce when I finally move there if I do at all because I'm not being very patient with it tbh

[nouverx]

Thought of a cute Hazbin au idea. What if it wasn't Alastor who first approached the hotel in the pilot... but Rosie? And of course she'll drag Alastor along. Let's forget about that 7 year disappearance and jsut say he was crashing on her couch like a lazy cat for this and she wants him to help the hotel as payment for letting him crash there

I'm so so sorry the only thing I focused on was "he was crashing on her couch like a lazy cat" bc I love it 😭

I wonder where he lived before crashing at the hotel? Maybe he had a cute little appartement at cannibal town who knows. But I like to think he used to be Rosie's roomate eheh

[scumbkat]

https://x.com/OnO_99520/status/1759154077542613225?t=fbZOBVzuZsvYDCOm2AZFbQ&s=09

The real artist is in the link above 👆

[morningstarwrites]

some expressions from the show!

[blitzy-blitzwing]

THUMP!!!!

[alastor-simp]

Demonic Savior - Demon Alastor x Human Female Reader

❥Summary- Who knew that the deer you helped was actually a demon?

❥Tags: Demon Alastor, Human Reader, Caution: Not For Minors, Trigger Warning, Abuse, Child Abuse, Abusive Parents, Deer Form Alastor, Curse Words, Angst + Comfort

❥Notes: Haven't wrote a story like this so I wanted to give it a try. I understand this story might be a bit traumatic for readers who went through something similar, so please skip it this story bothers you. This is 3K words, lets go

❥Credit: Divider from @cafekitsune

❥Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!! NOT FOR MINORS!!!!!!!!!

✪In The Forest✪

"Pant....pant....pant." Holding a hand to your chest, you attempted to calm down after running away from your so-called home. It was never home to you, more like hell, as you had to suffer through everything your parents inflicted on you. Your mom would never feed you, locking you in your room, and whenever you had the chance to leave your prison, your drunk dad would beat you mercilessly, shouting swears at you. It was just plain luck that the time you ran away from your father, the door was left unlocked, letting you escape out into the woods, "GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING BRAT!!!" screeched from inside the house, as you sped away as fast as you could, limping slightly from the beatings. You took a rest behind a large tree, trying to catch your breath and also soothe your aching body as the more you tried to run, the worse the pain got. There was no sound of footsteps anywhere, letting you know that you were safe for now, but you knew that your father was searching for you, ready to beat you again for disobeying him. Wincing, you slowly got up from the ground, moving slowly to avoid stepping on any branches that would alert anyone nearby.

A few minutes went by and you slowly came across a small river. Oh finally, some fresh water. Getting on your knees, your hands scooped some water, bringing it to your mouth to drink. The river was able to reflect back at you, allowing you to see yourself. One of your eyes was swollen from being punched, cheeks sunken from being starved and your lip was bleeding. It was a surprised that your face still remained the same, even after all the beatings that were inflicted on you. "Rustle..Rustle." A soft sound was heard from a large bush, causing you to jump up in fright. You were waiting for the figure of your father, to come out, but nothing appeared. The sounds continued, earning your curiosity.

Moving closer to the sound, you peeked behind a bush and let out a gasp. A large deer appeared in front of you, its fur a dark crimson red and its antlers black as coal. It was on the ground, hoof caught in a bear trap. It noticed your presence, dark red eyes staring back at you, gazing into your soul. Moving slowly as not to startle it, you sat next to the deer, letting it know you were not a threat. Drawing your eyes to the trapped leg, you placed your hands on the jaws, "I'm gonna try to open this okay?" Using the strength you could muster, the jaws of the trap slowly inched open bit by bit, allowing the deer to pull it out. Once you saw that the deer had freed its foot, you push the trap slowly together, so it wouldn't snap on your hand, setting it on the ground once you had closed it. The deer's foot was bleeding heavily, having been punctured by the sharpness of the trap.

Moving away from the deer, you went back to the river and picked up some water with your hands, carrying it over back to the deer. The water helped removed some of the blood that was on the leg and would help reduce the chance of infection a bit. Grabbing your shirt, you ripped a piece of cloth off, using it as bandage for the cut, to prevent it from bleeding more. Having tied it on, you look at your work, making sure it was all set before setting the foot down. Looking back at the deer, you gave it a smile, "There you go, that should help with the bleeding. Just hope you are able to walk." The deer had remained surprisingly calm when you were helping it, which was quite strange, but you were just glad it didn't run away or else that wound would have gotten infected. The crimson deer, moved its legs, standing up to his full height, apparently able to move on the wounded hoof. It moved slowly, its head coming closer to yours, giving your face a sniff. Its tongue had come out and licked your lip, cleaning the blood that was dripping from it. "Haha I'll take that as a thank you." Giggling at the sensation, your hand raised and rubbed the deer's cheek, which made its ears twitch. "Never seen a red deer before. Quite beautiful."

The moment was ruined when you heard a loud yell, "Y/N!!! YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL KILL YOU!!!" Jumping at the scream, you realized your dad was close. Looking back at the deer, you motioned your hand for it to leave, not wanting your dad to catch it and possibly kill it, "Go now!! Run!" The deer didn't think twice and bolted away, disappearing into the bushes. Hearing more rustling from behind you, you turned seeing your father, face red from anger and the alcohol, as he was holding a beer bottle in his hand. "FOUND YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He rushed towards you, the end of the bottle smashing against your head, causing it to break. "AHH!!", Grasping your head, there was a wet sensation appearing on your hand, making you pull back, seeing blood. A hand had grabbed your hair, body being lifted a bit off the ground, as you saw the hatred filled eyes of your father glaring down at you "YOU THINK YOU CAN RUN AWAY FROM ME?!? I'LL BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU, SO YOU CAN NEVER ESCAPE AGAIN!!" He pulled, dragging your body back to the house, your hell. "N-No! Let go!!" Your cries were left unheard, as the rough grip form your fathers hand on your hair continued to yank, dragging you, body scraping against the grassy surface. As you were being pulled away, a pair of glowing eyes appeared from far out of the forest, before they vanished.

✪Next Day✪

Groaning in pain, your hands were motioning left and right in soapy liquid, washing the dishes. This was the continuation of your punishment for trying to escape. Your mom caught wind of your escape attempt and joined in on the beating with your father. When you woke up, body still on the cold floor, your mother came from the kitchen, pointing her finger and yelling at you to do the dishes, since it's your duty to do all the chores and not hers. The tormentors that were your parents, were lazying about on the couch, watching TV as you continued to watch the dishes. It hurt....it hurt so much you could barely stand. Tears were running down your face, drops landing into the soapy water. Using one of your soap covered hands, you tried to wipe the tears from your face, however doing that caused the glass in your other hand to drop to the floor, shattering into a million pieces. The sound alerted both of your parents, the both of them darting off the couch and into the kitchen, faces fueled with anger and malice. "YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! The roaring voice from your dad made you yelp in fear, raising your hands up for some sort of protection. "I-I dropped a glass! I-I'm sorry!" You prayed for mercy, hoping that they would only yell and degrade you. "You're sorry?" The cold tone from your mom, made you shiver, tears still running down your cheeks. "You don't look very sorry. Honey, I believe its time for some proper punishment." The evil smile on her face, made your stomach drop. No..No..NO..NO!!!

Your legs sprung to life, darting from the kitchen, trying to reach the hallway that led to your room. Your dad was quicker, his fist connecting with your face, causing you to fall to the floor, groaning from the pain. Your hands grabbed at your bruised cheek, crying loudly. Your dad stood above you, veins bursting from his face. His body got on top of yours, hands grasping your throat, squeezing. The air you were breathing was caught off, making you panic. You tried to push the hands from your neck, but his grip wouldn't budge, squeezing much tighter at your struggling. Your mouth couldn't utter a sound, faint gasping trying to get some air. Why? Why was this happening to you? Why must the two of these individuals, not even parents, monsters, must torment you so? Black spots popped in your vision, growing more and more weak, as the pressure on your throat continued. "Someone.....anyone.....please....h-help..me", your mind screamed, vision growing more and more hazy.

"Knock..knock..knock" Loud knocking came from the front door. Your dad locked eyes with it in confusion, turning his head to your mom, wondering who the hell it was. His hands had loosen slightly, allowing some air to enter through your mouth, but just barely. The knocking presumed, which got on your mom's nerve as you heard her curse, walking past the both of you to answer it. The ringing in your ears was making it impossible to hear what was going, but you heard the sound of the door slamming shut, and the sounds of footsteps approaching, your moms probably. A gush of wind was felt from behind, and through the ringing in your ears, you heard a voice, "I…….in..yo….daughter," it was broken, but it sounded like static?

✪Alastors POV✪

The door to this humble estate opened, revealing a small petite woman on the other side, wearing a scowl on her face. "Greetings, madam. Apologies for the sudden intrusion, but I acquire your daughter. Is the little darling here by chance?" Bowing a bit, I locked eyes with the miss, who seemed displeased at my arrival. "We aren't interested in what your trying to sell buddy. Take a hike-SLAM!" The door slammed in my face, hmph how rude. Molding into the shadows, my body manifested into the house, appearing in front of the supposed father-figure and the person who I was seeking, "I decided to let myself in, as I did say, I acquire your daughter." The poor darling was laying on the ground, face horribly bruised and neck laced with finger marks. Smile straining at the sight, my eyes locked onto the male on top of her. He soon stood up, walking towards me, attempting to be intimidating. How foolish.

"HEY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING INTO OUR HOUSE LIKE THAT?! BEAT IT ASSHOLE!!" The man screamed, whiffs of alcohol emanating from his breath. The mother had came around me, crossing her arms as she stood next to her husband, eyes cold, "I don't know how you got in here, but I prefer you leave now before I call the police." As if a measly man dressed in a suit with a gun and badge could harm me. Summoning my staff, I gave it a twirl, before placing it down on the ground. "Now now, all I want is your daughter, who is laying on the floor, next to you." The both of them, looked at each other before returning back to me with smirks. "You want this pathetic waste of space right here?" The man raised his leg, striking the lady with a kick, sending her flying, body hitting the side wall. Her body remained limp, but she was awake enough to let out a groan of pain, grip on my staff tightening. “I implore you not to do that again."

The so-called man wore a smirk, raising his foot again to strike, "Whatcha gonna do about-" He never finished his sentence as the shadows I called stopped his kick, before lifting him up in the air and throwing him down the hall like a ragdoll. "AHHHHHH!" He was able to let out one good scream before his head hit the wall, knocking him out. "I believe I recalled saying,nøŧ ŧø đø ŧħȺŧ ȺǥȺɨn." The air grew heavy, as the dark shadows flooded the walls and floors, glaring at both the mother and father. My antlers grew to massive lengths, and slits changing into radio dials, revealing my true demon form. The mother's face was shocked, collapsing onto the ground with tears in her eyes, "M-monster!" She cried out, as her body shivered with fear. "ĦȺĦȺ-ĦØØ, Mønsŧɇɍ? Ɏøᵾ Ⱥɍɇ sȺđłɏ mɨsŧȺꝁɇn, mɨss. Ɨ Ⱥm Ⱥ đɇmøn, Ŧħɇ ɌȺđɨø Đɇmøn." Bending down, I leaned closer, enjoying the fearful expression coming from the mother. It didn't take long before her eyes rolled back and she fainted from the fear, "Ħmm, ħøw đᵾłł. UsᵾȺłłɏ ŧħɇɏ sȼɍɇȺm fɨɍsŧ ƀɇføɍɇ ᵽȺssɨnǥ øᵾŧ." Returning my attention back to the one I seek, her body floated in the air with my powers, as she floated into my arms, carrying her bridal style. She weighed almost nothing, the poor thing, body lacking any source of fullness, bony from head to toe. She had awoken a bit, moving her head softly to look at me, pupils glazed, "H-h-help." The voice she let out was so soft, before her head collapsed, landing against my chest. Leaning closer, I nuzzled against her head softly, "Not to worry, my dear, I will offer my assistance." My eyes locked on to the two bodies on the ground, smile growing.

✪Your POV✪

"Mmmmm...ughhhhh." Letting out a groan, you opened your eyes slightly, vision blurry. Your neck felt very sore, moving your hand up slowly to rub at it. Something was wrapped around your body, making it hard for you to move. Vision clearing a bit, your eyes gazed up to see trees hovering above you, fireflies flying around. Huh? You blinked again, feeling like it was your imagination. The more you blinked, you realized this was real. Moving slowly with a groan, your head looked down to see that you were on a bed, wrapped in a soft blanket. It took you a minute to realize this wasn't your bed, the sheets looked expensive and the covers were crimson red. Your eyes darted out to ponder where you were. Half of the room was a forest, reminding you of the one near your house, but on the other half, it was attached to a regular room, walls decorated with stag heads, glowing fireplace with green flames, a tall bookcase and a desk where a big cathedral radio was. "This can't be real. I'm dreaming." Pinching your arm, you waited for this all to disappear, expecting the area around you to transform into your real bedroom. Nothing changed once you did that, realizing that this was reality, and you were in a two dimensional room, having no idea where in the hell you were.

The door to the room bursted open, and in came a man dressed to the nines in a red suit, holding a microphone stand. Bright crimson eyes locked onto yours, and his smile was stretched to the max on his face, "Ahh awake now, are we?". He took long strides to the bed you laid on, smiling down at you, as you continued to observe him. He was tall, which made him a bit intimidating, but your eyes scanned him all over trying to figure out who and what he was. "Who-what?" It felt almost impossible to talk, as you were still trying to piece together what was going on. The person in front of you, noticed your confusion, letting out a chuckle that was mixed with static. "Haha, I suspected you must be terribly dumbstruck about your current situation. First things first, I will introduce myself. My name is Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you again." He bowed, while he gripped one of your hands, placing a soft kiss on it, making you jump a bit. "Ummm...nice to meet you. Do you mind telling me where I am?" You noticed the little puffs of hair on his head move after you said that, wait are those ears? "Ah yes, We are currently in the fine establishment of the Hazbin Hotel, run by the Princess of Hell herself. The room we are in right now is my own private quarters." He leaned back to his full height, extending his hands out like he was giving a performance for a big show.

Did he just say Hell? How on god's green earth could you be in hell? Placing your hands on your neck, you rubbed at the sore sensation, as your memory flickered, trying to recall what happened. "Am I dead?" The man in front of you, leaned his head back, letting out a loud chortle, "HA! No! You are not dead, my dear. Just made a simple portal between the living world and Hell to bring you here." Okayyyyyyyyy, that answered your question a bit, but it was still mind-baffling that you were here, in Hell. Feeling a bit awkward that you didn't introduce yourself, you smiled softly a bit at him, "Sorry I'm Y/N. Nice to meet y......wait, you said again, have the both of us met before?" There was no way you have met him before, as you would remember a well-dressed deer man. The microphone stand he was holding disappeared, moving slowly to take a seat on the bed where you laid, lips turning into a tender smile, "Oh my, don't tell me you have forgotten? You treated the horrible wound that was afflicted on my leg by that horrible trap. I also must thank you for the compliment, not many have referred to me as beautiful before."

All the memories started flooding back, remembering the deer you had saved and treated, until your father dragged you away. "You were that deer?" Alastor's ears twitched in amusement, chuckling softly, "Correct, my dear. It is hard to come across good venison in hell, so I often times travel to the human world to hunt. My deer form draws less eyes towards me then this one," He announced, gesturing to himself, as he was explaining. "Is your wound okay?" You asked, concerned eyes gazing down to his foot. His eyes widen for a bit, not expecting you to ask him that, seeing as how stunned you before, you still had the courtesy to ask about his well-being, "It's perfectly alright now my deer, no need to stress. Your handiwork helped control a lot of the bleeding." His hand waved in the air, as the static crackled in his voice.

The pain on your neck was bothering you more, placing both hands on it to alleviate some of the pain. Flashbacks of your father began to play in your mind, recalling the hateful eyes from both him and your mother as he continued to strangle you to death. Sobbing, the tears began to flood your cheeks, alerting the demon next to you. "Oh no! There is no need to cry, my dear. You are safe from them now, they will never hurt you again. I made sure of it," His voice was soft, hands placing themselves on your cheeks, wiping away at the tears. His hands were warm, making you lean a bit into the touch. He made sure of it? What did he mean by that. Alastor was able decipher the question you wanted to ask him, just by reading your face, "I am known as the Radio Demon, most powerful overlord in all of hell. Those who have wrong me or provoked my rage will have their screams broadcasted all throughout hell. I slaughtered your parents in the living world, and found them in hell as sinners, granting them a second death by my hands. Their pitiful screams for mercy were just broadcasted a little while ago, thank Satan, you were still asleep." He said all of this like it was the most causal thing in the world, while your mouth opened wide like a fish.

"YOU KILLED THEM!?!" Finding the energy to move, you jumped out of the bed, standing a good feet away from the bed. Alastor tilted his head, confused at your reaction, "Well yes, Was that not what you wanted? To be saved?" He got you there, as you recalled wanting what was happening to you to stop, but not resulting in the death of your parents. "They were horrible people, but I didn't them to die. I just.....I wanted to leave and never go back, away from them forever." You wanted to roll into a ball, wrapping your arms around yourself, feeling super overwhelmed over everything.

✪Alastors POV✪

Oh dear, this is only stressing out the poor darling more. My past sins have driven me numb to any form of guilt, but I have forgotten it's not the same for others. Removing myself from the bed, I stood in front of the little human, hooking their chin softly to gaze up at me. "If you feel responsible for what has happened to them, don't. They were going to kill you either way, even if you had left, they would have found a way to find you. They are the cause of their own undoing, not you." The tears still remained in her eyes, but she seemed slightly calmer now. "Why? Why did you save me?" She whimpered out, making my heart ache a bit. Chuckling to myself, my hands squished her cheeks, she was simply adorable. "Simply returning the favor, my dear. You helped me and I returned it in kind." Her eyes continued to gaze into mine, before they dropped to the ground. Suddenly, her arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a hug.

The sudden act made me stiffen, being unfamiliar with acts like this. "Thank you....for saving me." The muffled voice against my chest made me relax, returning the hug back, with one hand on her waist, and the other petting her soft hair. I allowed this to go on for a few more minutes before pulling back, "Ahem, I believe its time to head to the lobby. I'm sure the residents will be delighted in meeting you." The little darling in front of me tilted her head, appearing confused, "Residents?" Her cute acts made me shake with laughter, as I poke her nose softly, "Yes! Residents! We are in a hotel after-all." With a wave of my hand, my microphone appeared, allowing me to twirl it with my fingers, before setting it down, I extended my arm out, waiting for her to take a hold, "Come along, darling! Best not to keep them waiting!" There was a bit of hesitation that flashed on her face for a second before it was replaced with a kind soft smile, as her arm hooked around mine. "Lovely! Now! Let us head on down!" The both of us strode over to the door, leaving my humble quarters, as we headed to lobby, where dear Charlie and the others resided, ready for them to meet our new addition to the hotel.

-END-

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Kings accidental consort. PT. 1 [ ? ]

Tysm to this blog for inspiring me to make an RadioApple fanfic!

“ So do you Agree on the terms. “ Lucifer affirmed, folding his arms as if saying to not agree. He and Alastor were on the patio; the only quiet place in the now bustling hotel,

“ yes yes, “ The radio demon said somewhat dismissively, “ I would only act as a parent to dear Charlie when you are not here, “ he repeated.

A sudden, odd thought came to Lucifer, “ just like divorced dads, “ he heard in his head, making him snicker slightly, Alastor tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, “ what seems to be hilarious your Majesty, surely not our agreement “ he proceeded to hold out his hand, Lucifer grasped it.

“ oh nothing, I was just thinking that this deal seems like we act like a sort of divorced couple, and how it would be funny if we were actually, truly married “ they shook hands, around them powerful rays of light signaled a deal being made by an Overlord and King.

Downstairs Charlie and Vaggie were heading to their room after letting Angel handle the new guests for a break. Suddenly, the lights darkened around them and Green light was seen, both girls knew that all too well.

“ I’m sorry but who is making a deal with Alastor? “ Charlie asked. Vaggie raised an eyebrow

“ wait didn’t your dad go up with Alastor a couple minutes ago? … oh shit, “ Vaggie muttered, she grabbed Charlie’s hand and rushed up the stairs leading to the patio where Lucifer had said he will be. The was a lot of commotion behind the closed doors, Charlie kicked it open and ready to fight.

“ -re you shitting me! What is this?! This is your fault sinner ! “ Lucifer yelled once Charlie smashed the door open, her father appeared to be wearing a wedding dress, and blushing profusely. Vaggie burst out laughing.

“ well I wasn’t the one who made a frivolous joke about being married, am I ? “ Alastor said. he seemed frustrated, but he still held his smile. He himself was wearing a black tuxedo and holding a bouquet of flowers.

As they argued, both of their hands flared around. Charlie stayed quiet, not wanting to intervene but suddenly noticed wedding bands on each of their clawed hands, putting two and two together, she gasped loudly. She started squealing making both men stop yelling to look at her,

“ oh my gosh, oh my gosh, Vaggie!! Alastor is officially my Father!! They have Ringsss! “ she said shaking her girlfriend, Tears fell from her eyes.

“ ok easy on the sparkles Hon, “ Vaggie said while being shook, she turned to the males with a questioning look,

“ did you guys seriously get married? “ Charlie ran to hug Alastor, “ NEW DAD ! “ she yelled while sobbing madly,

“ What is this? Dear this isn’t for long, His Highness messed up a deal we were making and ended up like this, “ Charlie was peeled off of his body, and her face told them she was hugely disappointed.

“ what but what kind of deal can you botch that badly to- “

“ WELL TIME TO BREAK THIS MARRIGE “ Lucifer interrupted, snapping his fingers.

The wedding garments disappeared for both, Alastor brushed his clothes, “ There you go, the deal should be of- why do I still have another ring. “ Lucifer stretched out his hand in front of him, on top of his old wedding ring that Lilith gave him, there was still the new one. Alastor looked down, he still had his on aswell.

“ Now this is particularly “ he said off handly, “ I thought you had it covered your majesty, “

“ well I do, give me a second “ Lucifer growled,

20 minutes later and everyone was in the palace with Lucifer running everywhere and looking through all the books he can find, he was muttering under his breath frantically similarly to how Charlie did when she was in a panic,

“ HOW IS THERE NOTHING ABOUT STUPID DEAL BREAKS IN THIS SHITHOLE “ Lucifer yelled out from another room and a book could be seen thrown.

“ hmmm “ Alastor hummed through his smile, he enjoyed the little one running around with tarnish, but he knew the fun couldn’t last. He he assured Charlie then went through his shadow and to where Lucifer was.

“ Your highness what seems to be the problem? “ he asked knowing full well the answer to his own question. Lucifer looked like a complete mess: both his horns and wings were out and he wore a crazed expression,

“ well, funny thing, well um- “ he stammered, then flew up and took another book out of a shelf instead of answering him.

Alastor waited for him to come down, he was like a prissy baby and currently, he knew not that Alastor could hear him from down below. The king cursed him out and his past living self. The book he previously had in his hand fell with a slam right next to Alastor, Lucifer cursed even more and flew higher, deep into the high rise library, Alastor went to pick up the book but immediately dropped it when it burned his skin through his gloves.

It was a holy book, ‘ Deals With The Unholy ‘ it was called. All around Alastor was holy books similar to that.

Finally, Lucifer calmed down slightly and flew back to where Alastor was, he was panting heavily.

“ finally calmed down? “ the Sinner rejoiced, his smiled sickened Lucifer, “ I see you don’t got this handled, “ the King rolled his eyes,

“ looks like apparently once a deal is made it can never be broken until it ends, but we never put a deadline, so it’s not possible… but I swear I had saw something about breaking a deal somewhere! “ he said with a pout, Alastor laughed slightly.

“ well I suggest we go ahead and tell our daughter that becuase she is currently worried about you. “ Alastor said smoothly,

“ she worried about me ? “ Lucifer said excitedly, then clearing his throat embarrassed when he saw Alastors face.

“ what do you mean, ‘ our duaghter ‘ she’s my duaghter not yours “ he growled. Alastor laughed,

“ Well this ring says otherwise, so until we find out a way to break this frivolous deal, we are officially married so she is indeed my duaghter. “ Lucifer narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything, “ go along now darling, please tend to OUR daughter “ The short king muttered angerly as he left, not waiting for him.

Alastor waited for him to close the door. The sound of a Wendigo could be heard from him.

he held his hand with his wedding band out, from it, sparks came from it and suddenly a book appeared in his hand. He reading for a brief moment before shutting and burning it.

“ A slight mishap that I could use, maybe being married isn’t such a bad thing “ Alastor started laughing, he continued on as he went through the shadows…

TBC [ ? ]

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