#me with alastor: *picks him up and shakes him around aggressively*

[rainbow-beanie]

My favorite screenshots from hazbin hotel episode 3, the weird but cute radio demon

FVGBTVTNTBTG I FORGOT HE WAS A CANNIBAL- I was wondering what he was eating until it zoomed out to reveal a whole ass fricking deer on the table, and he’s cutting into its stomach like a heathen. I really like how his room/pocket dimension looks! I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to resemble a bayou, which is a really nice way to show a small bit about his past, and how he was born and raised in louisiana.

Also if/when they have an episode dedicated to alastor’s past, and he or someone else talks about how he’s creole, I would fricking ascend. And I’d be lying if I said you wouldn’t hear from me, cause i would definitely be making at least several posts explaining each detail to the best of my ability.

Hehehe scary alastor, vaggie is not amused XD

Hehehe, I loved seeing him so annoyed. And yet he didn’t feel the need to murder the egg boys, which I think is strange, cause it’s not as if he couldn’t just because vaggie told him not to.

Seeing him legit startled/afraid by another overlord is a strange sight, but is also delightful to see!

Him and his cute faces really brings out the cuteness aggression in me, I especially love the last one. He’s a little shit and he knows it

[lustylita]

Scorching.

Heat, all you could feel was heat.

Everywhere in your body - hot, it was all around you in the forms of sweat and heavy breaths mingling together, you honestly couldn't see straight anymore as Alastor continued to thrust aggressively into you, the pleasure now that painful and intense that your lust hazed mind mistook it for fire, Alastor was burning you from the inside out. 

Just like he wanted. 

"Such a good slut, I do enjoy being able to fuck. You. Stupid." His hips snapped into you with each word, the slight knot at the base of his shaft threatening to breach your tight hole, a reminder of what's to come. 

"A-Al I- Ah!" He hits your g-spot, and the words go flying out of your head as intense pleasure shoots up your spine, causing your back to arch and your toes to curl. Needing something to ground yourself, you reach behind him, digging your nails into his back and gripping hard, not caring if you broke his skin in the process. 

"Good girl- Fuck!" Biting down on his lip, the pain only motivates Alastor to go faster, rougher and deeper than he already was. Alastor loved bringing this side out of you, shaking legs pressed to your chest, your neck bent back proudly showing off his claiming marks and bites... but - the best thing was your lovely face. 

He knew every time he hit your cervix because of the way your jaw would go slack in a wordless cry and the fresh tears that would collect at your waterline, threatening to spill, he wanted no - needed to see that. So, with a new goal in mind, Alastor slides his hands down your legs to your hips and picks you up, leaning back on his haunches he grips your hips tightly and starts thrusting up deeper into you, bouncing you down onto his throbbing cock stroke for stroke. 

"Look at you pet, looking so pretty bouncing on my cock" He coos with a smug- albeit strained smirk as you were finally taking his slightly swollen knot now. Your back began to hurt with how much you were arching it, you quickly dragged your nails down Alastor’s back as a pleasure filled scream left your drooling lips, his own moans now joining yours, you finally opened your eyes from his sounds, not knowing when you closed them. 

Looking down at Alastor you couldn't help your orgasm crashing into you at the sight of him- eyes half shut with a pleasured frown, blood dripping down his chin with how hard he was biting on his lip. He moans out at the near painful way you fluttered and clenched around him, your cunt trying to pull him in and milk him for all that he was worth, his claws on your hips now drawing blood.

Alastor pins you back onto the bed and begins to thrust into you desperately. Now wanting to chase his own orgasm Alastor momentarily forgets about his strength, beginning to abuse your cervix as you begin to scream out in pleasure filled pain from the stretch of his swelling knot. 

"Come on, my love, you can take it." He pants out and with a few more uncoordinated thrusts, Alastor slams into you- forcing his thick knot into your throbbing cunt and stills, not realizing that he's knocked the wind out of you from the intensity of his strong thrusts. The feeling of him pulsating and twitching inside you sends you into another orgasm - you grip the sheets, entire body locking up with how intensely painful the pleasure was, Alastor's abdomen pressing and rubbing on your sensitive clit not helping. 

"See? I knew you could take all of me, little pet~" 

You look up at him with a glare, trembling lips starting to pout as he laughs at your reaction. 

Hehe, enjoy this (I wrote it half asleep during a work morning, so please don’t judge me).

[h0ney66]

hi hi !! can u write dirty talk stuff w alastor? maybe with reading teasing him about how “properly” he speaks n stuff !! pls add some degradation too if u can tysm

I hope this is what you were looking for anon <3

You looked up at your boyfriend with adoring eyes, your head laid on his shoulder as he read a book, one leg crossed over the other, an arm around your body. It would soon be an hour since he began reading, and you were growing impatient for his attention.  

“Baby, you’ve been buried in that book for an hour,” you said with a pout, putting a finger between the pages, prompting him to look at you. “I miss you”  

Alastor gave you a small smile, setting the book aside and scooping you into his arms, looking at you lovingly.  

“Oh my dearest, you’re so clingy aren't you? Do tell me what my sweet girl wants” his voice was smooth, deep, and carried an elegant flair that never failed to make you squirm with pleasure. 

“You know Al, I don’t think I've ever heard a voice as perfect as yours,” you say softly, playing with his dark brown locks. “Always so proper, so clean”  

“Well sweetheart, its the right way to talk” Alastor says with a deep chuckle “Does it bother you?” 

You purse you lips, nervously fidgeting with your hands. 

“Well it doesn't bother me per se, its just that sometimes... sometimes I wonder what it would be like to hear you talk... less modestly” 

Alastor’s eyes light up, darkening with lust. He held you closer, his hands holding your waist a bit tighter. 

“Less modest huh?” his voice was intoxicating, his gaze hypnotizing. 

You nodded, shyly looking down at his hands. Alastor’s fingers found their way to your chin, lifting it gently so your gaze met his. 

“Cmon sugar, don't get shy on me, you want me to dirty talk you, isn't that right” 

All you could do is whisper a little “yes” under your breath. With that, Alastor grabbed you by the waist, gently sitting you on the sofa, your knees to your chest as he leaned forwards, his hands caressing your arms.  

“You’re such a pretty little thing, you know that, the way you get all shy on me as if you’re not soaking your panties right now”  

Your cheeks flushed red, your skin felt like it was on fire. Your bottom lip trembled with need as Alastor spoke, his words working you up more than you thought they would. 

“What is it, can my slut not speak? Is she too wet and desperate to form words.”  

Alastor grabbed your face, his thumb brushing over your lips as he licked his own, hungrily. 

“Fucking dumb whore, all she can do is look at me with those big, slutty eyes”  

His touch became rougher, now cupping your face in his hands, his body closer to yours. You trembled under him, body shaking with need. 

“Can’t wait to see you on your knees, sucking my fat cock like the stupid cockwhore you are. You always look so fucking pretty like that, all ruined, mascara running and spit and precum all over your face. I love using my little doll” 

A small whimper escapes your lips as he spoke, Alastor’s eyes were now glazed over with a predatory look, one that drove you insane in the best way possible.  

“I bet you love this, don't you bitch, bet you love when I treat you like the pathetic, desperate little toy you are.”  

Alastor picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he headed upstairs, then throwing you on the bed you shared.  

“Alright my slut, let’s see just how wet you are now, let’s see how fucking pathetic you are when I talk dirty to you” 

With a swift move, he slipped off your panties, the cold air hitting your glistening cunt. Alastor laughed, looking down at you with a proud expression. He slapped your pussy roughly, making you yelp and squirm, which only made him hold onto your thighs aggressively, bringing you closer to him.  

“My cute slut, all wet for me, I’ll give her what she wants”  

Alastor's head buried into your thighs his lips kissing down to your wet core, sending shivers down your spine. 

Alastor would quickly learn just how much power his voice really had over you, and he’d make sure to remember it very, very well. 

[jay-m3]

Role-playing

Scenario: You get them to role-play as your favorite characters in the bedroom

Male reader! Warning* Language, NSFW themes (Heavily implied), Implied cross dressing Characters: Alastor, Adam, Lucifer, and Vox

Alastor

It was a hard feature to get Alastor to agree to do role-playing. Even worst as you suggested for him to dress up. But with a lot of obeying orders like a good boy and batting your eyelashes, he finally caves in.

"If I do this...role-playing, you will owe me a favor." Alastor states, taking the clothing that you bought just for him. He looks at the suit, making sure not to wrinkle it even though, it will soon be tossed away as the role-playing progress.

"Uh huh, yeah. Go put it on!" You say dismissively, wanting to see how he looks. You spent a lot of money for this.

Giving a silent sigh, he makes his way behind the screen room divider to change.

"And who am I dressing as?" Alastor asks, stepping around the divider to show you the outfit.

"Sebastian Michaelis!" You squeal out, rushing in front of him to look how the outfit fits. Which was perfect! Of course, going to the tailor that Alastor usually goes to was a smart plan since they already know of his measurements.

"The one in your comics, yes?" He asks, basking in your attention. He won't admit it though the outfit may be for a lesser person of power, it was comfortable and formal. The only thing he was not appreciative is the gloves. Instead of his black gloves that reaches his mid forearm was white wrist gloves. White was not his color.

"It's called Manga and yes. Sebastian is a very powerful butler demon. He's very cunning, manipulative, and charming. So I don't think you'll have any trouble fitting that role." You hummed out, adjusting his tie that was perfectly in place but you just wanted to touch already.

"Well then," Alastor pulls you in by the waist, "as a butler I should start doing the task that is wanted of me." He takes your chin in his hands, lifting your face to make you're eyes make contact with his own. His natural red eye color a perfect match for Sebastian.

Adam

"I feel stupid." Adam whines out behind the closed door. He's hiding in the bathroom after taking the costume with him to change.

"Oh, I'm sure you look amazing. Just come out!" You encouraged, sitting down infront of the bed where it was facing the door that Adam was behind.

"I don't look nothing like the guy." He complains before a thud is heard and the door shakes a little.

You sighed, knowing that he must have tapped the door with his head, a little bit too aggressively.

"So? I didn't look anything like Misa Misa but I still wore it last time." Last time was his choice of what you guys do in the bedroom. He picked out Misa Amane from Death Note. Apparently, he has a thing for goth chicks, also stating that your dick in panties was a bonus for him.

"Ugh! Fine. Just don't luagh. I swear, the things I fucking do for you." You were in mid eye roll when Adam opens the door. The sight of him makes you hold in your breath. There he was, in a Iron Man costume that you and him worked hard in finding. It wasn't amazing like those cos players but way better than the Halloween version.

"Go ahead. Luagh-" Adam didn't get to finish as you start to kiss him. Immediately, he holds your waist, pulling you close as you both make out. Your hands cupping his face, feeling the freshly styled facial hair that he formed to a goatee for this day. This man let it all grow just for you.

"Fuck." Adam gasps, pulling back to take a breath. Looking down at your flushed state, a smirk forms on his face.

"I'm Tony Stark and I've saved my best weapon for you."

Lucifer

You and Lucifer are in the beginning of love making. Kissing each other passionately, clothes already thrown to who knows where. His hands running up and down your sides, sending thrill of arousal mixed with tingles that supposed to make you luagh from the ticklish sensation. As it progress, you pull away, looking down at him from your place straddling his lap.

He quirks a brow at you, wondering why you pulled away, leaning back with a shy look instead of attacking his neck with love bites.

"Is something wrong?" He asks, running his hands down your thighs to soothe you and himself.

"I just...I want to try something new." You mumble out, looking away from him. The heat that's spread on your form rises. Making your skin fill in goosebumps from the thought in your mind.

"Oh? Tell me baby. I'm all up for it." Lucifer states, feeling warmth flood his system at the idea of you asking him many things that he can provide. This whole sex thing is nothing new, nor kinks. He has done many things in the past, some questionable but when you have centuries of free time, one gets bored.

"You know how you can shape shift...right?" You ask like it was something new to him even though it's one of his powers that he usually uses just cuase he can.

He nods staying silent, letting you keep the pace with your thoughts. As he sees you struggle, you lean over to the bedside table and grab your phone. You type in Voogle and show the image to Lucifer.

"...You want me to shape shift to Lucifer Morningstar in that TV show?" You groan, throwing the phone to the side and cover your face in embarrassment.

"I know, I know...but at least it's still basically you." You mumble out, more to yourself before you feel a slight shift under you. Uncovering your eyes, you come face to face with the Lucifer that the TV series betrays him as.

"Now then..." Lucifer purrs, getting into character before he flips you both over so he was now on top.

"Tell me, what do you desire?"

Vox

Role-playing wasn't something that was talked or thought about in your relationship. Until Vox noticed your obsession with a character that you'll bring up time to time. Even collected figurines and posters.

He hasn't payed much attention to it but the more you obsessed over this fictional character, the more thought of just figuring out what gift he can give you about this character for your birthday. You basically have almost all the merchandise. A room dedicated for your obsession, filled and nicely decorated.

As he enters the room, he takes a picture and image search this bitch. Immediately, he gets taken to many sites and other images about this character. Which leads to a deep dive of cosplays.

"Vox?" You call out, walking in the bedroom to find your boyfriend. You already searched the whole penthouse except here.

"Hey." A familiar voice that wasn't Vox makes you perk up. Turning around, there leaning on the door frame acting cool and nonchalant, arms crossed is your boyfriend dressed as the one and only Kakashi Hatake.

"How did you do that!" You rush toward him, a big smile plastered on. You don't know if to luagh or fan boy.

Vox takes in your reaction, feeling out of his comfort zone but the stars in your eyes makes him relax. He's sure you're referring to his screen. Instead of his usual face, he digitalized his screen to form Kakashi's face or half of it since the mask was in the way.

"A whole team of animators and lots of replacements." Vox even changed his voice filter to sound like the ninja.

While you admire him, he takes a step forward to lean close to your face, seeing how you hold your breath.

"Would you like to act out a scene from my book, Icha Icha Paradise?" He asks seductively, pulling out a replica of the book from his back pocket and taps your head with it.

[sherlockhomies-42]

Chapter 3

Lady come down

Meanwhile at the Hazbin Hotel

The princess sat at her desk looking over her plans for the hotel, employee forms and other miscellaneous paper works that were strewn across the desk, she heard small footsteps and knew who it was as the door handle turned;

She flicked her eyes up and gave a hasty 'Hi Vaggie' and a kiss on her cheek before she looked right back at her paperwork continuing to pick at her fingernails in nervousness whilst staring over the plans for the new hotel, and ideas for guest roll in.

Vaggie looked at her girlfriend with empathy and put a hand on her should to soothe her panicked feelings;

"Charlie, please stop worrying. You'll see we inspired demons across this ring to fight back for their afterlife, and now we really have a reason to fight for it." She says softly as she gestures to the newly installed painting of Sir.Pentious, clad in is armour looking quite noble.

Charlie looks at the painting feeling a new determination flow thru her veins as she thinks of his sacrifice and his love he never got to truly pursue...there in that moment Charlie felt inspired again.

She looks to her love and smiles " Thank you honey, I know we can do this. It's not just for him, it's for everyone who truly believes they have a chance to do better."

They two women embrace and Charlie allows her eyes to drift shut for just a moment to soak in the relaxing feeling.

But all in a moment she feels something, like a string lightly being tugged in the center of her chest that causes her to pull back from the embrace in confusion, which allows her eyes to settle on the small duck bobble head on her desk,

A gift from her father, after the rebuild of her hotel, a small step forward in opening up between them, Charlie had placed the duck right on her desk next to her coffee cup 'To look at and feel inspired by my Dad's belief in me everyday!'

Of course that belief was hard to keep up with as the constant taunting threats from Heaven, not to mention the other sins and the overlords but other than that nothing specific felt wrong;

Until she notices the ducks head bobbling a little, then a lot and then it seemed all at once the very foundation of the hotel was being shaken to it's core.

As expected the chaos from Heaven spread down thru the rings of Hell as well,

Of course at first it was no cause for alarm,

Hellquakes are a recurring thing and they don't normally last longer than a few minutes at a time, but the panic began when the rumbling got more aggressive and unstable, as if the very foundations of the ring they existed on was being thrown out of balance.

Down in the lobby, the patrons of the hotel were lounging around before the shaking threw them all into a panic.

Charlie and Vaggie appeared from around the top of the staircase, Vaggie swiftly helping the others in the hotel stabilize themselves and all looking on as with a wave of her hand, Charlie cast a large golden bubble (similar to the one Alastor had used to protect the hotel from the Angels initial invasion) with this one in mind not for defense but keeping the hotels structure as stable as possible.

Unknowing that by using such a large power output, She had basically set herself up as a homing beacon.

They all marched to the front doors which were thrown open by the shaking and hard winds blowing which caused small chunks of random debris to come off of the hotels gutters but otherwise the structure was kept intact.

As the winds outside the hotel whipped up harder and harder, Vaggie looked to Charlie in concern. Before she could even open her mouth, Charlie shrugged her shoulder as and shook her head; indicating a clear 'I have no clue what's happening'

The horror clicked in oddly enough when everything went silent, completely soundless like a void in space.

And then a small streak came across the sky, small enough that if you weren't paying attention to it at first you would miss it against the red sky and pentagram, but then it began to stretch out, spidering across the sky almost like a crack in a window. But it wasn't anything shattering yet, It seemed to be a shadow, swooping around the circle of Pride seeming to be looking for something, as it continued to circle it became bigger and bigger, and even Bigger until she realized in horror this... Whatever this was is larger then any demon she's ever seen, even when Alastor grew to a large size to defend the hotel, he never got that large.

She became even more alarmed when she noticed no one was moving at all, it was completely still, civilians on the sidewalk frozen in place in fear, people inside looking thru windows all the same, she looked away only for a moment to gauge the reactions of her friends and lover, only to see the same terror on their faces. (While also noting that Alastor was not present amongst those who had come outside at the commotion...very strange)

She looked back up in determination and was frozen in horror herself upon seeing the entity had stopped moving completely and was transfixed on her location thru the edge of the barrier of hell. Only the lape white outline of eyes and a menacing crescent shaped smile almost reminiscent of the exterminator mask but not the same at the same time. Her spine has a chill shoot down as she realizes the thing is Looking at her with it's hands pressed up against the 'edge' like it's pushing against glass.

Then, it raised it's clawed hand and tapped on the space Infront of it, it's finger making a small thump against the surface,

It then did it again, and again getting increasingly harder with every jab of the claw when suddenly, it began to fissure, then crack, then all at once a hole shattered into the Pride ring. As the denizen's of Hell looked on in terror, a collosal point came thru, and then another and another and another until there were four of them. Then it clicked; that is a HAND.

The first yelp of terror set chaos motion as denizen's left and right began to scream in terror and run in any direction the could looking for somewhere to hide the clawed hand seemed to grasp the edge of the shatter and stretch it open farther for a second hand to emerge from the inky blackness.

A shrouded face came into view which caused more panic as it began to push thru the barrier and into the Pride ring.

A face

Then it's neck,

It's claws grasped the edges of the hole to pull it's body and legs thru, landing with an earth shattering thud on the ground of pride. It's whole body in an inky mist of what looked like stardust against a black sky, like ever sunrise and sunset the universe has ever seen floating around it's from, making it difficult to actually see the things form clearly.

POV switch

(Just like real quick)

-Deaths pov-

'It's like watching glass fissure and get ready to shatter'

She thought whilst poking and prodding at the barrier between her and the Pride ring of hell.

She hummed in slight annoyance

'A little harder to pierce than I remember but then again I have been asleep for awhile, might just be rusty'

Then the glass like barrier gave way under her claws as she zeroed in on the power output she was feeling; 'Not angelic but definitely more pure than anyone else down here, No question that's his kid I'd recognize that power anywhere'

She pushed one, then both hands thru the hole she had made, making it wider so she could slip thru without causing too much damage;

'Barriers are a bitch to repair, might as well make it easy on myself'

She lands on the ground, wincing at the shaking and shuddering she feels now calming down as the environment adjusts to her presence after a millenia of sleep. She truns and drawks her hand up against the hole she had created and slowly the hole began to seemingly drip and reform itself like sculpting gkass and making it shiny again. soon enough the hols had closed and the entity sighed at the energy it took to do so but know in the logn run it was better to seal the hole now than let.... something ELSE creep in behind her.

Which reminds her of her task and she refocuses on locating Hell's Princess.

Which was laughably easy as she saw the golden bubble shimmer from outside the barrier and could feel the power output, so familiar and yet all together different from her Father, seemingly more, Vibrant, and alive like how she remembers Lucifers magic to be.

It's then that she looks down and realizes the panic and pandemonium she's caused, and of course, once again trys to calm the terrified little sinner souls. Unintentionally booming while still at a colossal size;

"Where is Charlotte Morningstar?"

[crack-whore-who-fuckedup-already]

Be My Witness

Part 9 - i can't get high

Word Count: 4989

Fem!Reader, intimate!platonic Reader x Angel, Reader x Stolas, (eventual) Reader x Alastor

Trigger Warnings!!- MDNI, drug and alcohol use, self harm/destructive behavior, suicidal ideation, sexual assault, non consensual sex (oral)

Authors Note- whats this?? more of the Hazbin cast mentioned?? blink and u'll miss it lol

SONG: i can't get high by Royal & The Serpent

The filming of the music video for "Poison" was some of the worst days of Angel's demonic life. With him being so heavily in the spotlight, Val's attention was on him almost all the time, being aggressively demanding and sexually forward at the same time. Angel was struggling to keep up with his boss's fiery mood swings. 

And then there was Vox, looming and leering alongside Valentino. They'd snigger among each other and make loud degrading criticism about Angel to his face, in front of everyone. 

On one of the sparse, short breaks the actors were given, Angel went to take another several bumps of coke or pop a couple of more pills; whatever he could find to stave off the impending mental breakdown that was sure to come if he didn’t. He could not go back out there crashing like this, lest he give Val more of a reason to treat him like shit. 

He needed a pick-me-up, but it seems he had run himself dry, baggies and bottles coming up empty. Not even the mini-bar -that lived in the room and had been stocked at the beginning of the day's shoot- had any liquor left in the tall, mocking bottles that resided there.

Angel cursed, an angry hand slamming down loudly on the table. Y/n, who had slipped into the room to find her flask just seconds before, jumped at the explosive noise. She turned just as he raised his hand and brought it down again, and again, and again, and-

She rushed forward and tugged sharply at his other, lower arm, the simple action being enough to transfer his emotions from an aggressive physical outlet to a babbling verbal one. 

His hands flailed, pointing wildly between himself and the doorway. “They're all watching me a-and I-, I'm not, I don't even-” His upper hands clamped the side of his head, his lower two grasping Y/n’s shoulders roughly. “I can't- How am I supposed to do-? I'm not even-”

Y/n soothed him, pulling his hands away and smoothing his hair back into place while she whispered calming words of reassurance. She even offered him her flask, which he scoffed at passively, almost angrily, saying he needed something much stronger.

Y/n couldn't help but feel he only denied it because it was her offering.

But then all semblance of attitude dropped and he tried to speak again. To justify his behavior to her. To tell her he would be fine and that she should go. It didn't come out any clearer than before.

He stepped back until his spine hit the wall, looking like a trapped animal to Y/n. 

The sight of her distressed friend sent her into autopilot, fixed on helping him in any way she could, regardless of the state of their relationship.

With a worried sigh and a slight, inebriated stumble to the mini-bar, she grabbed one of the cups there, pouring Angel a generous amount from her flask. She looked back at him quickly, seeing how he had slid down the wall to the floor. His arms were wrapped around himself, except for the one that was stuck alternating between pulling at his hair and straight up smacking himself on the head. 

Y/n turned away, searching for something sharp before she bothered giving it a second thought. She found a pair of beauty scissors nearby, scooping them up quickly before dragging its blade across the outside of her palm. The skin split, and she winced lightly as several beads of red dripped off of her wrist into the glass of alcohol below. After a few shakes of her hand, she brought it to her mouth, sealing her lips and tongue over the wound; the most effective way to stop the bleeding in her already intoxicated mind.

She walked back towards Angel, swirling the drink lightly in the cup before kneeling to him and pulling his hand away from his head sternly. She placed the glass in his tense open hand and he latched on immediately.

Angel finished half the drink before pulling away with a cringe and a disgusted smack of his lips. “What is this, and why's it taste like a mouthful of pennies?” He groaned.

“What’re you doing going ‘round putting pennies in your mouth for?” She challenged back playfully. 

He grumbled as he brought the drink back to his lips, but Y/n could see the semi-amused smirk he was trying to hide behind the cup.

“Just my own little concoction…” She finished slowly, smiling lightly as he downed the last of the drink.

Angel's eyes closed and his head hung, tired from the frantic state he was just in. There was a moment of stillness between them, and Y/n was glad to have succeeded at calming him.

Another minute later and Angel's head lulled back and thudded softly against the wall behind him, his eyes blinking open slowly. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, giving his head a small vigorous shake, waking himself up.

Y/n checked in. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

With that, Y/n took one of his arms and helped him off the floor before they made their way back out to the courtyard to resume filming. In the nick of time too, as Val had just been approaching the green room to haul them back to set. 

Angel skirted right passed him, quickly making his way to makeup for touch ups so they could get back to filming asap. Y/n however, turned fully to the moth, brandishing her flask with pride. 

Val quirked a brow at her, unimpressed with her little display. “What took so long?”

She unscrewed the cap, raising her drink in mock salute. “Just needed a bit of a boost.” She brought it to her lips and began drinking, dead set on finishing what was left. The flask was ripped from her lips before she even took a second swallow.

The cold amber liquid splattered over her chest. “Hey!” Her body jerked back but her arm was held in place by Valentino's vice-like grip. “What the fuck-”

“What is this?” His tone was harsh, full of displeasure as he stole the flask from her and inspected the cut on her palm. Another hand came up and he brushed it against the wound, index finger collecting the sticky, drying blood. “How much did he see?”

“Nothing, I don't think,” she assured. She tried to pull away lightly, but Val tugged her sternly into him, free hands coming down on her body and smoothing over her curves, her tail catching uncomfortably between his fingers. “You have him pretty messed up right now, Val.”

“Something tells me he'll be fine.” He finally brought her hand to his lips, relinquishing his anger. “How much did you give him?” His tongue slipped out and pressed over the leaking cut, dragging over the length of it three, four times until most of the blood was cleared off her skin.

“Just a couple of drops.”

“Careful, mami.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against her twitchy ear. His voice dropped to a whisper. “You don't want it getting out that you're the source of our special little pill, do you?”

While Y/n didn't think Angel would cause a problem on that front, even if they were technically on the outs, she did see the point Val was making. So she nodded with a tight smile and summoned more magic to illusion the cut away.

Val smacked her ass firmly as he shoved her flask into her chest with an amused hum, all before turning on his heel and striding back toward Vox. 

Y/n watched as they spoke smugly between themselves. Val raised his bloodied fingers to Vox, who took them in his mouth with only a questioning look. Then his eyes found hers as she stared, and a wicked smile grew on his face before he winked at her, quick and smooth, his tongue working over Val's fingers.

Ignoring the laughter coming from the Overlords, Y/n turned and found her mark on set, just before action was called.

Everyone knew filming was over when Valentino stalked forward in front of the cameras and snatched Angel up off the floor, not bothering to call cut. Vox did it for him, barking the command frighteningly close, somewhere behind Y/n. She ignored his footsteps as they neared, hoping he would pass her by. 

She absentmindedly fiddled with her outfit instead, keeping Angel and Val in her peripheral. Their boss had sat himself down on the edge of the fountain planter, Angel planted firmly between his legs, doing his best to talk himself out of Val's grasp. Y/n wanted so badly to intervene but knew damn well not to; it would only get them both in trouble.

Cool hands landed on her shoulders, sending a spark of electricity over her skin, crackling painfully and landing with a sharp pop on her collarbone. Y/n flinched, thickly swallowing the yelp that surged in her throat.

She settled for a low, deadpan ‘ouch’ once the pain passed, subtly glaring at the television demon over her shoulder.

Vox smiled at her haughtily, not that she could see it with her back to him. She could hear it in his voice though. “Are you ashamed to watch?”

“Excuse me?”

He turned her forcefully to face her friend, whose head was now buried in Val's lap, arms bracing against his thighs as the hand in his hair forced him up and down, deeper and deeper around the moth.

Y/n looked away, shaking her head. “No, I'm just-” His cold fingers caught her chin, demanding her gaze remain on the pair in front of them. The doe struggled in his grasp but he held tight. “Christ, Vox.”

“I've noticed how you keep them in the corner of your eye. Either you're more of a twisted little slut than you let on, or you're jealous.”

She scoffed the overlords assumption, her ear twitching against his screen. “Neither, I'm just… I'm looking out for him.” She sighed. “He was having a rough go of it. You guys really worked him to the bone on this one.”

Vox roared suddenly, his chest pressing into Y/n's back and rumbling with laughter. Static fizzed over her skin, making her hair stand on edge. “I can see that,” he sneered. 

Y/n rolled her eyes. Both at Vox for his ill mannered joke, and at herself for walking right into it. 

The sounds coming from in front of her were getting harder to ignore. Valentino's throaty moans had subsided with each forceful downward stroke, turning to labored grunts as he mercilessly worked Angel's mouth over his member. Angel, on the other hand, was struggling to breathe around the flesh in his mouth. The sound of miserable, pleading sighs and desperate breaths through thick, stringy spit rang out in the courtyard, making Y/n cringe.

“What do you want, Vox.”

“If you're really so concerned for him, maybe you and I could come to an agreement. A quid pro quo, if you will.”

Any kind of deal with Vox sounded questionable at best. But with Valentino aggressively finishing in Angel's mouth, he hauled him up again, forcefully bending the spider over the side of the planter as he stroked himself. They were struggling with each other, Val trying to get through Angel's leather outfit and Angel subtly fighting him on it. One of Val's hands came down heavy on his back, shoving him harshly, practically into the plants. Angel's shouts got more defensive. It was spiraling Y/n into her own panic.

She spoke without thinking. “Okay! Whatever you want, just-” Angel cried out as Val pressed up against his back side. Y/n jerked forward, ripping her shoulders from Vox's grasp and taking an indignant step towards them. She looked wildly between the two overlords. “Just, stop this!”

Vox's features darkened with a lusty greed, hand snatching the doe's and giving it a firm shake. Little sparks danced over their clasped hands and the already dimmed lights flickered as an official deal was struck. 

Realizing the mistake she just made, she yanked her hand back. “Wait. Wait a second-”

He stepped to her decisively. “I'll let you know what it is I need from you as soon as I've decided.”

“I-I didn't mean-”

“I think I'll hold on to that favor for a bit, but trust me; you'll know when I'm cashing in.” He patted her on the cheek obnoxiously before straightening and calling for his colleague. “Valentino! A moment, please.”

The scuffle at the fountain ceased, if only for a second, before Valentino made a sound of contempt. Something between a huff and a growl, he gathered a fistful of Angel's hair before hoisting him up, pulling his back against his chest and speaking low. Y/n couldn't hear what was said but she saw Angel grimace before he was flung to the side. He barely caught himself, then with a final glance behind him, took off running into the tower.

Val tucked himself away before turning to face Vox, snapping his complaint. “You know I don't like being interrupted.” The restraint in Val's voice was evident, his rage brimming just below the surface. He called out for Kitty, who sprang out of the green room with his cigarette holder. She handed it off to him and sprung away again quickly.

Vox's hand found Y/n's back with a shock and nudged her forward alongside him, bringing them to stand next to Val.

“I was thinking,” Val cut Vox off, holding up his cigarette and waiting for him to light it, which he did, eyes narrowing briefly before continuing. “The company's been doing good, and Scarlet Eden deserves to be in the spotlight just as much as Angel Dust, wouldn't you think? I have some performance opportunities for our dear Y/n here I think you should consider.” 

A door slammed somewhere on a floor above them. Y/n head snapped up to the dressing room balcony. Val and Vox didn't acknowledge the noise. 

“Maybe we should discuss somewhere more… private?” Vox prompted suggestively, but Y/n was too focused on the floor above them to notice Val nod.

She watched a silhouette stagger through the room for a second before Angel's form stumbled out onto the balcony, his fuzzy red robe now secured tightly around him. Y/n inhaled sharply as he backed up, looking as if he would tumble over the railing before he turned around. Val and Vox finally looked up, catching his gaze with a disdainful look.

Y/n moved to speak to him. To go to him and see if he was alright, but Vox vanished from beside her in a flash of electricity just before Val's arm wrapped possessively around her shoulders, tugging her away from the direction of her friend. The last thing she saw before leaving the courtyard was Angel collapsing onto the balcony floor, completely alone.

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If you were to ask Y/n what happened from the late 2000’s to the late 2010’s, she would only scoff and dismiss you with a wave, for she barely remembers the decade. With how many drugs she did, she kept herself in a steady state of functioning oblivion. 

She doesn't recall Vox and Velvette moving into the tower, nor the day the Overlord gang known as the Vees officially formed. Though from the way Vox and Val tease her about that night -the things they say the three of them did at the celebration party?... She's almost relieved she doesn't remember.

Almost.

There's no memory of the filming of Angel's music video. She only knew she was a part of it when she heard her vocals faintly backing Angel's as it boomed in a club one night. It took her sobering up to realize that she was also one of the silhouettes dancing behind him in the video itself. 

Besides that, she doesn't remember when Angel started hanging around her again. By the time she was becoming lucid once more, they were almost back to hanging out. One day, she just woke up next to him, his arms loosely but protectively around her shoulders. Granted, they were passed out behind a bar in one of Val’s several strip clubs and not in one of their bedrooms like she initially thought and hoped. Even so, they walked home together, Angel making effortless, lighthearted conversation nearly the whole way there. 

His friendliness threw her, her drug-hazed consciousness not having caught up with the present moment. To her sober mind, she was still back in the towers studio, reliving that day, punishing herself for actions already paid for. For action Angel paid for.

But every time they hung out or spoke more amicably with one another, she could feel themselves inching closer into each other's good graces and back to normalcy again.

And after that strangely sobering walk home with Angel, she started to cut back on her substance use. That's not to say she wasn't still getting fucked up most days… it was just more of a measured fucked up.

She remembers some things, like the unfortunate amount of sex, coupled with the ungodly amount of drugs she did. Every time she soberly sought out the company of another demon to distract herself from her thoughts, be it customer or personal endeavor, she always underestimated how much she actually wanted to be intimate with someone, and found herself scrambling for any and every drug she could get her hands on until she forgot herself all over again.

Among the sex and drugs, she does indeed recall when the Vees overhauled their image. If there's one thing being drained of her blood is good for, it's sobering her up. And with the Vees drawing so much attention to themselves, Val was banking on much more publicity and therefore, product sales. 

A whole day he had her holed up in the clinic room, an unnecessarily large space Val designed specifically to have her blood taken. With a relatively small and simple reclining chair, a corner counter with shelves of equipment and supplies next to a questionably large fridge, and chaise bench sofas lining the windowless walls, the room became her new personal hell every other week. 

But that day, the day after the announcement of the company's new branding, was particularly grueling.

Val dragged her out of bed before there was even morning light in the sky. She was given no time to dress, and no time to take anything to stave off the anxiety. He pulled her out of her room before she even realized she was awake. She was hooked up to a bag, as well as an IV. And then she sat there for hours, drifting in and out of consciousness. 

They went slow, pacing the extractions deliberately so as to efficiently take as much as they could with what time they had. Every time she slipped away, they waited long enough for her to wake again before taking another couple of bags, ensuring her body was replenishing itself just enough to keep up. It left her utterly debilitated. And the only thing she could do about it was sleep, which she did gladly. 

Heavy, dreamless slumber was her only reward and she claimed it eagerly. Even Valentino left her almost the whole next day to rest. That is, until he sought her out in her room later in the evening and had his way with her. 

He whispered to her about how tempting she looks while she gets her blood drawn, how her fluttering ears make him want to take her there and then but that he didn't for her sake.

It was obviously a lie. If Valentino really wanted her, he would have her in an instant. What he really meant was he was worried about fucking up the phlebotomy. Still, she supposed that level of restraint called for some recognition. And with the chill her empty veins left her with, she took him into her bed almost as needily as he had come to her.

Aside from ‘perfection’ being the Vees’ new image, Y/n got a new image as well. 

Scarlet Eden is what the public came to know her as, Val and Vox really pushing for a stage name. Gothic-romantic is the aesthetic Valentino said they were going for but she just felt like an Edwardian harlot. Which, she supposed, was not entirely far from the truth.

Still, she let herself take joy in playing dress up. Luxurious lace and satins, layering skirts and dresses, picking matching shoes and accessories. It gave her a sliver of sense of control in her life. Not to mention, the more layers she wore, the less magic and energy she had to use to cover her scars, bruises and sickly skin. Plus, all the more barriers and obstacles for handsy demons to get through. She took her wins where she could.

Y/n was meant to be the mysterious type, luring customers in with more… morbid curiosity. Valentino darkened the themes of her shows. Be it the pornos or the live performances, there was always an overtone of macabre, the other actors given explicit instruction from Val to not go gentle on the doe. And boy, were they quick to follow instructions, making full, unrestrained use of whips, knives, gags, plugs; anything and everything provided, and then some. She found herself taking painkillers to numb actual physical pain, instead of just her mind for once.

Angel on the other hand, was a bit more ambiguous with his whole vibe. Mafia chic was the most prominent style, with his pale pink suits and his long fitted gloves. But every now and then he would slip into a leathery body suit and storm around the Entertainment District -oftentimes with Y/n on the opposite side of the street providing opportunity for capitalistic choice-, picking up any horny demon ready for a show before leading them back to the strip lounge and giving them one.

Though, those public parades of debauchery only lasted so long. 

There was one point in time where Val offhandedly mentioned the potential for another overlord allyship. That Vox was working tirelessly to sway a particularly powerful overlord onto their team… but that it wasn't exactly going as planned, so Val decided to pull all his highest earners out of public reach for a bit. Angel and Y/n included.

Y/n might have paid more attention to who exactly had caused the Vees guard to go up if she were one, sober enough to actually care and, two, weren't so focused on the heavy overtone of jealousy she was picking up from Val. Green certainly was not his color, and with Vox being so feverishly distracted with his pursuit of this third party, Valentino was wearing a lot of it lately. His boy toy was too busy to fully entertain him, which meant the responsibility fell back on Y/n and Angel.

It was those couple of months that reminded them just how much they missed and needed each other, finally beginning to let themselves revel in one another's mutually exhausted company again, though the time is admittedly hazy to them. 

There is one specific instance that lingers in her memory for whatever reason. The exact details slipped Y/n's mind, having been completely blasted that evening. She doesn't know when or where in the tower it happened, nor what the moment before was that prompted it. But she remembers hearing Angel's distressed voice and following it, finding him fending off an advance from Val. And in that moment, it was like something clicked, that long lost conviction taking over her dazed mind and making her move without a thought, only intention.

She stepped between them, effectively turning Val's hungry attention to her. With surprisingly no apprehension, she shoved him away from Angel before pushing him against a nearby wall and kissing him herself.

Angel was so shocked he nearly missed her signaling him to make his getaway as she deepened the kiss; a detail she does not recollect. 

But Angel does.

In hindsight, it's what brought them fully back together again. Reunited by their common, inescapable fate, yes. But also, for Angel, seeing how far Y/n would go for him in trying times, even when they weren't on the best of terms? Seeing how much she still cared about him? Even after he made her-...

And then there was his music video. Which was a shit storm from start to finish. The only reason Angel didn't fling himself off the tower that night was because Y/n distracted Val, though Angel doesn't know how or why she would do that. And Y/n doesn't seem to remember a second of it.

Guilt poured out of him for all the miserable time he made them spend apart, Valentino managing to convince him that she despised him for what he did to her. What Valentino made him do to her.

After that night, Angel set out to make up for all the time they'd lost together. And that's exactly what he did. He repaired his relationship with Y/n and, slowly but surely, they became attached at the hip again. But regret still lingered with him, making itself known every now and then.

Things didn't end up working out with that third overlord party, as Y/n never saw any changes in the years following and, well, the Vees never really mentioned it again. Not explicitly anyway. 

Life felt sort of manageable again to Y/n; weird and tiring for sure, but at least she could breathe. She had Angel back by her side and wasn't feeling like she was one wrong move away from being Val's punching bag. Though it still made her immensely sad to think about what she had to give up to get back to that point.

And while Y/n began to fall back in line, Angel started acting out. Talking back to Valentino, giving him attitude, not showing up to work on time, if at all. 

Y/n wanted to step in for damage control, but aside from a gentle word of warning, she let him continue doing as he pleased, never mind the earful she'd be getting from Val about it. 

Sure enough, when the moth started throwing fits about Angel to her, she could only stand hearing so much before she decided to take the ‘easy’ way out. And that is how she remembered just how easily Valentino is influenced by sex. Every time he blew up with rage, every time he went on a tirade, every time he was seconds away from raising a hand to either of them, Y/n stepped forward and tamed him with a kiss. A kiss that always ended with him inside her, but she would argue it was a reasonable price compared to the alternative; seeing herself or Angel hurt. 

It continued on like that, Y/n pacifying Valentino through means of seduction, just as she had decades ago. It got her and Angel out of trouble many a time. 

Beyond that, more often than not, if she got Val really high just before engaging him in licentious activities, she could convince him of almost anything. Changes in schedules, small pay bonuses, even some time off. All within reason of course. She didn't want to ask too much and trigger Val to come to his senses and throw a fit.

The only thing was, drugs are expensive. And she didn't want to waste the good stuff on her boss. So she used the cheapest drug she knew -something she always had readily available on hand; her own blood. Whether it be in pill form, or straight from vein to mouth, Val was always eager when she offered. 

Angel still wasn't fully aware of her little biological secret. A mystery illness is what he was led to believe, but he wasn't sure if he bought that anymore. He was finally noticing how she seemed just fine going in to her doctors appointments, but always worse coming out. How the towers clinic only ever had supplies for taking blood but never supplies for stanching blood. How every time Y/n spent the day in bed pale, shivering, and lightheaded, Val was in the best of moods, boisterous and bragging about how well business was going. It wasn't sitting right with Angel, but he couldn't pinpoint why.

Still, he didn't work too hard to understand.

On the days Angel felt particularly avoidant of his responsibilities, he'd wander to a different part of the Pentagram and flirt with whichever souls gave him the time of day, with zero intention of taking any of them to bed. It made him feel good and in control.

One day, after a particularly spiteful stroll and a strange encounter with a pair of demons that made him unexpectedly hopeful, he bound back to the tower to find Y/n and tell her all he learned. 

He burst into her room, deflating as he scanned the dark and empty space. With a huff, he went to his own room and gathered a bag or two before returning to the Y/n's to wait for her.

When she shuffled in a few minutes later, he wasted no time tugging her towards her dresser. “Get your things, we're leaving.”

The smile that graced her lips when she first saw him faded as Angel shoved a bag in her arms. When she didn't move, he opened the drawers and grabbed random pieces of clothing. Shirts, skirts, bras, socks, whatever he could grasp, he threw them into the bag, which she still held, too confused to set it down.

“Where are we going?”

“A hotel.”

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A/N- she a bit messy hehe srry

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Chapter 3

Lady come down

Meanwhile at the Hazbin Hotel

The princess sat at her desk looking over her plans for the hotel, employee forms and other miscellaneous paper works that were strewn across the desk, she heard small footsteps and knew who it was as the door handle turned;

She flicked her eyes up and gave a hasty 'Hi Vaggie' and a kiss on her cheek before she looked right back at her paperwork continuing to pick at her fingernails in nervousness whilst staring over the plans for the new hotel, and ideas for guest roll in.

Vaggie looked at her girlfriend with empathy and put a hand on her should to soothe her panicked feelings;

"Charlie, please stop worrying. You'll see we inspired demons across this ring to fight back for their afterlife, and now we really have a reason to fight for it." She says softly as she gestures to the newly installed painting of Sir.Pentious, clad in is armour looking quite noble.

Charlie looks at the painting feeling a new determination flow thru her veins as she thinks of his sacrifice and his love he never got to truly pursue...there in that moment Charlie felt inspired again.

She looks to her love and smiles " Thank you honey, I know we can do this. It's not just for him, it's for everyone who truly believes they have a chance to do better."

They two women embrace and Charlie allows her eyes to drift shut for just a moment to soak in the relaxing feeling.

But all in a moment she feels something, like a string lightly being tugged in the center of her chest that causes her to pull back from the embrace in confusion, which allows her eyes to settle on the small duck bobble head on her desk,

A gift from her father, after the rebuild of her hotel, a small step forward in opening up between them, Charlie had placed the duck right on her desk next to her coffee cup 'to look at and feel inspired by my dad's belief in me everyday!'

Of course that belief was hard to keep up with as the constant taunting threats from Heaven, not to mention the other sins and the overlords but other than that nothing specific felt wrong;

Until she notices the ducks head bobbling a little, then a lot and then it seemed all at once the very foundation of the hotel was being shaken to it's core.

As expected the chaos from Heaven spread down thru the rings of Hell as well,

Of course at first it was no cause for alarm,

Hellquakes are a recurring thing and they don't normally last longer than a few minutes at a time, but the panic began when the rumbling got more aggressive and unstable, as if the very foundations of the ring they existed on was being thrown out of balance.

Down in the lobby, the patrons of the hotel were lounging around before the shaking threw them all into a panic.

Charlie and Vaggie appeared from around the top of the staircase, Vaggie swiftly helping the others in the hotel stabilize themselves and all looking on as with a wave of her hand, Charlie cast a large golden bubble (similar to the one Alastor had used to protect the hotel from the Angels initial invasion) with this one in mind not for defense but keeping the hotels structure as stable as possible.

Unknowing that by using such a large power output, She had basically set herself up as a homing beacon.

They all marched to the front doors which were thrown open by the shaking and hard winds blowing which caused small chunks of random debris to come off of the hotels gutters but otherwise the structure was kept intact.

As the winds outside the hotel whipped up harder and harder, Vaggie looked to Charlie in concern. Before she could even open her mouth, Charlie shrugged her shoulder as and shook her head; indicating a clear 'I have no clue what's happening'

The horror clicked in oddly enough when everything went silent, completely soundless like a void in space.

And then a small streak came across the sky, small enough that if you weren't paying attention to it at first you would miss it against the red sky and pentagram, but then it began to stretch out, spidering across the sky almost like a crack in a window. But it wasn't anything shattering yet, It seemed to be a shadow, swooping around the circle of Pride seeming to be looking for something, as it continued to circle it became bigger and bigger, and even Bigger until she realized in horror this... Whatever this was is larger then any demon she's ever seen, even when Alastor grew to a large size to defend the hotel, he never got that large.

She became even more alarmed when she noticed none was moving at all, it was completely still, civilians on the sidewalk frozen in place in fear, people inside looking thru windows all the same, she looked away only for a moment to gauge the reactions of her friends and lover, only to see the same terror on their faces. (While also noting that Alastor was not present amongst those who had come outside at the commotion...very strange)

She looked back up in determination and was frozen in horror herself upon seeing the entity had stopped moving completely and was transfixed on her location thru the edge of the barrier of hell. Looking at her with it's hands pressed up against the 'edge' like it's hand were pushing against glass.

Then, it raised it's clawed hand and tapped on the space Infront of it, it's finger making a small thump against the surface,

It then did it again, and again getting increasingly harder with every jab of the claw when suddenly, it began to fissure, then crack, then all at once a hole shattered into the Pride ring. As the denizen's of Hell looked on in terror, a collosal point came thru, and then another and another and another until there were four of them. Then it clicked; that is a HAND.

The first yelp of terror set chaos motion as denizen's left and right began to scream in terror and run in any direction the could looking for somewhere to hide the clawed hand seemed to grasp the edge of the shatter and stretch it open farther for a second hand to emerge from the inky blackness.

A shrouded face came into view which caused more panic as it began to push thru the barrier and into the Pride ring.

A face

Then it's neck,

It's claws grasped the edges of the portal to pull it's body and legs thru, landing with an earth shattering thud on the ground of pride. It's whole body in an inky mist of what looked like stardust against a black sky, like ever sunrise and sunset the universe has ever seen floating around it's from, making it difficult to actually see the things form clearly.

POV switch

(Just like real quick)

-Deaths pov-

It's like watching glass fissure and get ready to shatter

She thought whilst poking and prodding at the barrier between her and the Pride ring of hell.

A little harder to pierce than I remember but then again I have been asleep for awhile, might just be rusty

Then the glass like barrier gave way under her claws as she zeroed in on the power output she was feeling; 'Not angelic but definitely more pure than anyone else down here, No question that's his kid I'd recognize that power anywhere'

She pushed one, then both hands thru the hole she had made, making it wider so she could slip thru without causing too much damage;

'Barriers are a bitch to repair, might as well make it easy on myself'

She lands on the ground, wincing at the shaking and shuddering she feels now calming down as the environment adjusts to her presence after a millenia of sleep. She truns and drawks her hand up against the hole she had created and slowly the hole began to seemingly drip and reform itself like sculpting gkass and making it shiny again. soon enough the hols had closed and the entity sighed at the energy it took to do so but know in the logn run it was better to seal the hole now than let.... seomething ELSE creep in behind her.

Which reminds her of her task and she refocuses on locting Hells princess.

Which was laughably easy as she saw the golden bubble shimmer from outside the barrier and could feel the power output, so familiar and yet all together different from her Father, seemingly more, vibrant, and alive then how she remembers Lucifers magic to be.

It's then that she looks down an realizes the paint and pandemonium she's caused, and of course, panics and trust to call the terrified little sinner souls. Unintentionally booming while still at a colossal size;

"Where is Charlotte Morningstar?"

(If y'all want to spit ideas for chapter 4's first meeting and interaction I'm open lemme know guys) ☺️☺️