#welcome back lucifer morningstar i guess

[fairylando]

fallen angel by alexandre cabanel (1847) // carlos sainz jr (2024)

[lqveharrington]

You Look Beautiful | V.

summary: Alastor introduces you to Vox, leading to an unforgettable experience with your father.

pairing: vox x lucifer’s daughter!reader

includes: drinking, fluff, VALENTINO, secret relationships, awkward flirting, lucifer being an overprotective father, lucifer also being lucifer, that’s basically it (let me know if i missed any !!)

a/n: this takes place before Vox upgrades to a flat screen TV and before Alastor leaves for his seven year absence. Also, you’re older than charlie 🤗

Being Lucifer Morningstar’s first daughter was something else. Especially when your mother left. When she left, your father fell into deep depression which left you with paperwork to fulfill from other sins and left you with the responsibility of watching over your younger sister. Having to take over both your mother and father’s royal duties was getting to you, so no wonder you resorted to occasional clubbing with your friends.

“Husk!” You enveloped the demon cat in your arms, earning a noise of complaint. “Rude.”

“I don’t take affection lightly.” He patted your back awkwardly and let you settle into the booth with him. “What took you so long?”

You roll your eyes, “Charlie wanted to invite the stupid Von Eldritch boy over. I at least had to set some ground rules.”

“She’ll disobey them.” Husk shook his head and ordered a whiskey. “You know her.”

“Yeah yeah.” You wave him off and order your own drink, tapping your nails against your flip phone. “Do you know if Alastor’s here yet?”

“Why, I would like to believe I’m here, darling.” The Radio Demon formed in front of you. Husk muttered something toward your direction, Alastor’s grin sharpening at the action. “I’ve brought along some acquaintances if you don’t mind.”

You look up before sipping your drink. “Yeah, what you’ve brought is a doll, a moth, and a tv— Ow.” You rubbed your arm where Husk jabbed you, glaring at him.

Your eyes drifted toward the three demons Alastor brought with him, tilting your head at the height differences. You learned that the shortest amongst them was Velvette. Out of the three of them, she seemed to be the one with the most fashion sense as she nitpicked everyone else’s clothing in the establishment. Her accent was heavy, leaving you to wonder what she said half of the time.

“Oh god, that bitch is wearing wrist ruffles! Someone burn it.” She spoke in distaste at the demon.

“Vel, she’s already wasted, don’t give her any more ideas.” The moth blew out pink smoke, watching the young demon stumble across the dance floor.

For a moth, he was the tallest demon between the three of them, towering over everyone even while sitting. He introduced himself to be Valentino… The porn demon. He gave you goosebumps from sitting across you. And for being the princess of hell, that means a lot. He seemed to be eyeing all the younger demons, his single gold tooth flashing when he grinned at them.

“Val, come dance with me.” Velvette dragged him out of the booth, not waiting for a response. “Voxy, you’re welcome to join.”

You shifted your gaze over to the TV demon, watching him politely decline the offer. He definitely kept you guessing. When you first saw him, he was reserved and only spoke to those he came with. However, he eventually started to loosen up, taking shots with Valentino. And for a demon with a TV box for a head, he was quite interesting.

“You’re not gonna dance?” You stir your red straw in your drink, catching the demon’s attention. “It seemed like Velvette wanted you to join them.”

“Dancing with big crowds isn’t my thing.” He swirled a claw over the rim of his glass and met your eyes. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Your eyes drift over to Husk ordering another whiskey at the bar, Alastor hot on his tail.

“Why aren’t you dancing?”

“I wasn’t up to it, but now that you mention it—“ You tilted your head back and downed your drink, not noticing the glitching TV beside you. “—You have to come dancing with me.”

“I don’t think—“

You click your tongue, pushing your drink away. “Just one song? If you don’t want to, you can leave when we get there.” You take his hand and pout, using the face your father gave you to make it more convincing. “Please?”

He huffed but let you drag him to the dance floor, moving his hand to your hip when you hit the center of the huge crowd. “You know, I’m starting to think he just invited me out to be more social with his friends.”

“Al and I are barely friends, but how is that working out for you?” You question as the red light glares against your skin.

He shrugged as his voice dripped with sarcasm. “Depends on how well I’ve been talking to the people he introduced me to.” He tugged you closer to you when drunk demons pushed against your body. “Do you even remember my name?”

You open your mouth but promptly shut it, cheeks flushed at the confrontation. “I know it! I just… Don’t want to say it.”

“Holy shit, you don’t know my name.” He spun you in his arms, smirking at your pink face. “It’s Vox, by the way.”

“I knew that.” You say with a teasing tone, laughing when he dipped you. “I bet you don’t know my name.”

Your name fell from his mouth smoothly, making you scoff in annoyance. “I believe everyone knows who you are, princess.”

You avoided his gaze after the nickname spilled out of his lips. Sure, you were called princess multiple times by many demons. But the way Vox said it made butterflies appear in your stomach, a different kind of goosebumps appearing across your skin.

As the song came to an end, you learned a lot more about the TV demon in front of you within those last six minutes than you learned from Husk in the last two years. Returning to your booth, your phone vibrated in your pocket as you excused yourself from your company. Charlie’s name lit up your screen, making you curse.

You went back over to the booth to find Vox covering your unfinished drink with his hand, glancing at his own phone. “Hey, I have to go. Sorry for cutting our discussion short. My sister called and—“

“Don’t worry! It’s not an issue! Your family is clearly important sooo…” Vox rubbed the back of his neck, tugging at the turtleneck. “Before you go, can I ask you something?”

“What’s up?” You look back up at him after shooting a text to Charlie.

His screen turned pink as your attention went back to him, all confidence leaving his system. “I was wondering if you would like to meet up again. Sometime? Not in a club possibly?”

Your face warms at his words, at a loss for your own response. “Uh.. Yes! Of course, let me just get your contact info.”

“Right!” He felt the inside of his jacket for a pen, taking your hand a scribbling down his number. “Just give me a call whenever you can.”

You smiled at how fast he switched from confident to shy within seconds. “Of course.”

“Oh my god.” You mumble as you watch your father converse with the store’s employees animatedly, rubbing your temples at the sight.

Charlie snickered at your expression as he summoned a rubber duck he was working on. “You can’t tell me you weren’t expecting this when we went out today.”

“No, I knew.” You turn away from your father’s embarrassing encounter and flick through different dresses on the rack behind you instead. “I think knowing this would happen made it a hundred times worse.”

Since Lilith left, Lucifer took it upon himself to treat his daughters out to buy their own clothing at least once a month. He just always got distracted by showing other demons his creations.

“Char, do you think I could pull this off?” You pull a dress from the rack and put it against yourself, staring at the mirror with your nail between your teeth. You quite liked it, but you weren’t sure if you would wear it more than once—

“Personally, I think you would look amazing.” A voice that was distinctly not Charlie came from your left.

You whipped your head over as your face reddened at the TV demon. “Shut up, Vox.”

“I’m serious! You would look great in that.” He fully came into your view, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Didn’t expect to see you today.”

Humming, you walk back over to the rack and examine the rest of the dresses, Vox close behind. “My dad wanted to take Charlie and I out.” You glanced up at him when you pulled out a maroon dress, silently asking for his opinion. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, this is Velvette’s own designer store.” He cleared his throat, eyes darting toward the sign that had his business partner’s name under it. “She sent me to check on the stock or something.”

“Did you?” You question as you scan over the prices on the dresses, clicking your tongue. “Check on whatever she needs you to check on, I mean?”

He shrugged, “You distracted me, princess.”

You flush pink again at the name, bumping him with your hip. “Go do your job, Vox.”

“It’s not my fault I saw you!”

“Yes, it is!” You tease with an accusatory finger to his chest. “I’m an innocent bystander—“

Charlie rounded the corner of the store looking for you, eyes brightening when seeing your figure. “Hey, dad’s asking for you— Oh!” You and Vox separated swiftly, eyes wide at the young Morningstar. “Uh, am I.. interrupting something? Orrr…?”

“No no, you’re fine, Charlie.” Your face remained warm, not meeting your sister’s eyes. An awkward silence filled the room before Vox cleared his throat, making you spring into action. “Right! Charlie, this is Vox. Vox, Charlie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Charlie.” Vox gave her a polite smile, squeezing your hip. “Your sister talks a lot about you.

Charlie practically glowed at the confession, looking over at you for confirmation. “It’s nice to meet you as well!” She glanced at the two of you in suspicion. “I’m sorry to cut your… Meeting? Uh, short, but our dad needs her…”

Vox squeezed your hip one last time before pressing a quick kiss to your temple, soft static emitting from the spot. “I’ll text you later.”

“Bye.” You give him a lovesick look as you nod, walking over to a grinning Charlie.

“Soooo…” Charlie looked back, watching the TV demon’s screen become crimson with small electric hearts appearing. “Who was that?”

“Vox.”

She rolled her eyes at your bluntness, “Okay, obviously! But who is he?”

You fiddle with the hangers in your arms, not meeting her eyes. “He’s a guy… That I’m seeing… Currently…”

“Oh. My. Gosh!” She squeezed your arm with excitement, bouncing with every step. “Why didn’t you tell me? That’s super exciting!”

“I didn’t want Dad to find out.” You shake your head at the thought. “He’s been a bit overprotective with who we hang out with recently.”

Speak of the devil, he’ll appear.

“GIRLS! COME MEET THIS NICE YOUNG WOMAN!”

You and Charlie looked at each other while wincing, slowly approaching your father.

“Charlie!” You yell from your bathroom, rushing over to your walk-in closet. You sift through your dresses, looking for the maroon dress.

“What?” She yelled from your bedroom, giving KeeKee stomach rubs.

Swiftly, you snatch the dress off the hanger and run back over to the bathroom, throwing your towel over the shower and slipping into the dress. “Can you run downstairs and make sure Dad doesn’t open the door? Vox is coming to pick me up—“

“Why can’t you do it?” She groaned, flopping down onto your bed

“Because I’m not done dressing!” Your eyes flash red in annoyance with small horns poking out of your head as you peek over at the young demon. “The staff has the day off today because it’s the end of the month, and I really don’t want Dad to open the door.”

Charlie muttered something incoherent before leaving the room, KeeKee right by her heels. To be fair, you were a little rude, but you had the right to be. You were terrified for your father to meet Vox. Not that Vox was horrible, but your father's protectiveness started to rise much faster these last couple of months. As you were finishing up your makeup, your phone rang, followed by a groan coming out of your mouth.

“Hello?” You picked up your phone, slipping on your red heels and gold jewelry.

“Hi, princess.” Vox’s voice came through the cellular device, making you smile.

“Are you here already?” You glance at the clock in your room and curse at the time, running down the stairs.

He chuckled awkwardly, “Yeah, but uhm, your dad looks like he’s gonna kill me.”

“Fuck, okay, give me a second.” You shut your phone and open a portal to the front door instead of running all the way down to the foyer. “Hey, Dad!”

“Sweetie, who the hell is this guy?” Lucifer glared at the TV demon. Vox buffered at the comment, embarrassment filling his system.

You wedge yourself in between the two, whispering an apology to Vox. “Dad, this is Vox. Vox, my dad..”

“It’s nice to meet you, Mister Morningstar.” Vox offered his hand but slowly lowered it as he received no reaction.

“Uh-huh.” Lucifer looked at him up and down. “And who exactly is he?”

You hold the urge to laugh at how similar Charlie was to your father but snap back to reality when you hear Vox’s fans turn on.

“He’s my…” You glance back at the demon behind you before down at your father, linking your hands with Vox’s. “Vox is my boyfriend.”

“Your what now?” He stared at you with wide eyes, gaze shifting from the now bright pink demon to his darling daughter.

“My boyfriend.” You say again with more assurance. “We’ve been together a bit after Alastor introduced us—“

“The radio demon?” Lucifer made a face of disgust. “Okay, well you can come back inside the house and you—“ He pushed Vox out while pulling you in. “—Can leave my property.”

“Dad!” You tug Vox back to your side, apologizing once more for your father’s actions. “I’m going out with him tonight.”

“Oh, c’mon. He’s associated with the stupid radio—“

“I’m friends with Alastor!” Your eyes flash red again but calmed once Vox squeezes your hand. You blink before speaking again, taking a deep breath. “Listen, can I just go out? I’ll be back later.”

Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temple. “You’re happy? He makes you happy?”

You nod while smiling up at Vox, “Very.”

“And you’ll watch over her?” He looked over at Vox, brow raised at the demon.

“Yes, sir.” Vox squeezed your hand again.

He bit back any words of annoyance and gave a strained smile to the both of you. “Have fun on your date, sweetheart.”

You grinned and pulled him in for a hug, “Thank you! Love you!”

“Alright, just be back by midnight.” He flicked his hand which set a timer over the doorway. “Be safe.”

“We will!” You take Vox’s hand again and drag him away from the door. “That was easy.”

Vox furrowed his brows at your statement, wrapping his arm around your hip. “For you, maybe. He looked like he wanted to murder me.”

You shrug your shoulders, “You’ll get used to it.” You give him a proper look, tugging at his tie when you thought you were far enough from your father’s gaze. “You look handsome as always.”

“You look…” He pulled you close by the waist, smirking as you flushed red. “Beautiful.”

You push up on your toes and press a kiss to his lips, hands coming up to the sides of his screen. He hummed and pulled you closer, thumbs rubbing circles by your hip.

“HEY! BACK UP, BUDDY!” Lucifer yelled from the door, full demon form out on display.

You chuckle when Vox glitches, patting his chest. “Sorry, handsome.”

“STAY TEN FEET AWAY FROM HER!”

Rolling your eyes, you turn around and let your own demon form come out. “DAD!”

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[stinkysam]

Lucifer Morningstar - Wrong impression.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “May I request Hazbin Lucifer x Gojo! Gn reader? Strongest vs the strongest energy” - anon

Reader : you / yours

A/N : probably didn't go the route you wanted… but I'm not that good with character!reader. Hope you still like it !

When meeting you, Lucifer was quite nervous. You were one of the strongest overlord of hell and had made your way up very quickly after your arrival down here. Upon shaking your hand, beads of sweat glided down his forehead.

What kind of business did you have with his daughter ? Why were you here ? He wondered, eyeing Charlie quickly.

His smile was a big toothy one but you could tell he wasn't very comfortable, he even wiped his hand on his coat after shaking yours. Subconsciously.

You weren't necessarily imposing or intimidating -though you were really good looking- so he had no reason to be nervous. You were even warm and welcoming toward him. And quite charming. Yet there was something else about you he couldn't put his finger on.

And you don't become an overlord by just being kind and goofy. You had to be powerful and dangerous. But who said you couldn't be all that ?

He expected it to be a ruse to manipulate his daughter and him. So with squinted eyes he watched your every move to find the moment you would drop the act.

But it never happened. Maybe it was because he had so much on his plate ? Trying to form a bond with his daughter, keeping an eye out for Alastor and another one for you.

But your warm smile seemed genuine and you never once put yourself between him and Charlie like Alastor had done, claiming she could almost call him “dad” in their song.

You seemed to be close with Charlie's friends as well and they didn't seem to be worried about themselves with you being an overlord. You even seemed like a close friend of theirs. And the feeling was apparently reciprocated.

With a frown, Lucifer decided to give you a chance, waiting for you to slip up and show your true intentions, but it never happened. Until the fight against Adam with his exorcists.

Like him you had arrived late and like him again you had shown arrogance and confidence as you fought the angels. You killed them without mercy and easily and it even looked like you were finding it… boring ?

They were too weak for you and you knew it. It was easy to protect the cannibals and Charlie's friends.

You clearly wanted to have a go with Adam but let Lucifer handle it, you knew he could stand against him after all.

And he did.

Charlie had to stop him from landing the finishing blow and you wondered if you would have listened. If Lucifer had listened then maybe you would have too.

But Nifty didn't seem to have the same moral compass as you or Lucifer as she stabbed Adam to his death. Several times. While laughing.

The fight was over, very few exorcists remained and Lute flew away with them and Adam's halo. You helped rebuild the hotel with a nice song to motivate you and your friends and especially Charlie who felt down after all the bloodshed.

But before you could leave to go back to your quarters, Lucifer came to you, rather nervously. You turned to him, and stared.

“Er… You're not so bad, finally.” Lucifer said, fiddling with his bow-tie before extending his hand out.

“You thought I was bad ?” You raise an eyebrow, amused and shake his hand. This time he doesn't wipe it on his coat.

“The whole overlord title doesn't really go in favor of being… good.”

“Neither does the title of King of Hell. And yet, here you are !” You smiled, nudging him lightly with your elbow and he chuckled at your remark.

“Yes. I guess so.” Lucifer smiled and looked up at you. “Thank you for being here for my daughter. I mean it.”

You only grinned proudly, planting your hands in your pockets after patting his shoulder.

“Oh well, she's worth it.”

Lucifer returned your smile, happy to see Charlie had a powerful friend like you beside her. Not like that radio demon who seemed more than sketchy. Maybe he could count on you to watch that demon and stop him from harming his precious daughter.

And maybe even he could see you as a friend.

[therand0mwriter]

Bare Your Soul

Alastor Hartfelt x Female!Reader

When the Hazbin Hotels second, more appropriate, commercial was interrupted by the news, Alastor decided to air his original, sarcastic, commercial. What no one expected was for the commercial to actually work.

"ɨ… աǟռȶ ȶօ… ɢɛȶ ȶօ ӄռօա ʏօʊ."

"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽?"

Chapter 1 - The Hazbin Hotel

[Unedited]

[Update 02.08.24 - since I've had a lot of people come to me, pissed about the fact that I made Alastor's last name Altruist (even though I thought it sounded catchy), I changed it to Hartfelt. Yes, I know his last name isn't confirmed yet, but Hartfelt is the closest thing we'll come to a last name.]

[A/N: (h/c)=hair color, (h/l)=hair length, (h/t)=hair type (wavy, straight, curly, etc.)]

[2nd A/N: When I put (s/c) and (e/c) you can do what ever color you want, you're a demon in this story, have fun with it:)]

*3rd Person POV*

Charlie came back from the meeting with Adam and was feeling down on her luck. She had no idea on how to tell everyone that Extermination Day was now sooner than they expected. But when her girlfriend, Vaggie, came bounding up to her and told her that everyone at the hotel had made a new commercial, her heart swelled and her eyes teared up.

Charlie and Vaggie joined the group in the main area to watch the commercial, but was sorely disappointed when it was interrupted by the news announcing that Extermination Day was pushed up by six months.

Alastor, on the other hand, seized the opportunity. "Well, my dear," He started, standing and turning to Charlie. "I could always air my original commercial. Now that the announcement of Hell's newest problem is out of the way, I'm sure it won't be interrupted by anything. I'll even broadcast it from my radio tower!" He ended with a flourish of his staff.

Vaggie then stood, standing in front of Charlie, "Hold on, can't we just re-air the better commercial?" Alastor's already large grin widened, "I'm afraid not, dear. The agreement was to only show it once!" The one-eyed girl let out an 'ugh', face palming. Charlie stood next to Vaggie and begrudgingly started, "Well, I guess that's all we can do. Go ahead, Alastor."

"Wonderful!" The radio demon shouted before disappearing into his shadow. "Maybe it'll convince someone to come here?" Charlie said to Vaggie, a sheepish grin on her face.

*Time Skip, Next Day*

Everyone at the Hazbin Hotel just finished watching Alastor's original commercial, Alastor's grin more joyous than usual, Vaggie's eye was twitching wildly, Charlie was grimacing, and everyone else had looks of surprise. "I really hope nobody saw that." Vaggie commented, distaste clear in her voice.

*Meanwhile*

In a dark room, where the only source of light was the television, sat a lone woman. She watched with wide (e/c) eyes as a commercial out of place from the other ones started to play.

"Well, hello there you wayward sinner! Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do! That's why you're in Hell! But what would you say if I told you there was a place to stay that had none of that? Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, a misguided path to redemption! Founded five days ago by Lucifer's delusional daughter: Charlotte Morningstar! Come place your fate in her inexperienced hands as she tries to work through her  daddy issues by fixing you! Here, we offer fun things! Such as, somewhat functional staff! And 24 hour pest control. Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor! Enjoy riveting conversation with our singular resident. Wow! All this and more at the Hazbin Hotel! Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here."

The woman muted the TV after the commercial ended, still staring with wide eyes as she processed what she just watched. Eventually, she started to giggle. Then that giggling turned into full blow boisterous laughing. She placed her hand on her forehead, shaking her head until she calmed down. Once she did, she let out a tired sigh, her shoulders drooping. "This might be my only chance." The woman said forlornly, turning off the TV, enveloping the room in darkness.

*Time Skip, Next Day*

At the hotel, Charlie was pacing back and forth as her cat, KeeKee, was also pacing with her, swerving in and out of Charlies moving legs. "Okay! So the extermination is coming in six months instead of a year. No big deal! Just a little setback! Nothing we can't handle." At this point in Charlies rambling, KeeKee had run off, most likely finding a place to sleep. Charlie continued her worried rambling, "Just Angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right?! And next time when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it, right?!" 

Vaggie came up to her girlfriend and placed her hands on Charlie's shoulders, stopping her in her tracks and her panicked rant, "Yes, we will." Vaggie sent Charlie a comforting smile, but that smile was gone when Angel spoke up, "Oh, please. Ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now," Angel paused, looking down to his phone to see multiple text messages from his boss, Valentino. "Ain't no silver lining this time, toots."

"Sure there is. We just have to look a little harder for it." Charlie responded, a hopeful smile on her face. "Well, while you're lookin', the rest of Hell is going nuts." Angel stated, turning his phone to Charlie to show multiple news headlines. "People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District."

When Charlie leaned forward to look at Angel's phone, a text message popped up. "Uh, what is a 'donkey show'?" She questioned, her red eyes squinted in confusion. Angel's eyes went wide and he quickly brought his phone back to him, "Ah! Eh, nothing! My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news, too. Like I said, everyone's losing their shit."

"Yeah," Vaggie started. "That's true. Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination?" Charlie gasped, a smile growing on her face once more, "This is the prefect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel!" She ended, throwing her arms up in the air in excitement. "Cute idea and all, but you really going to go out in all of this?" Angel questioned, turning his phone to the two women to show a fire and demons screaming in fear. 

"Well, it's not like people are just going to show up on our doorstep." Charlie said and immediately after a loud explosion sounded, causing the girl to shout in surprise. The three turn to see a hole in the wall next to the bar. They then heard a dramatic voice come from outside, "Show yourself, Alastor! Come and face-" The voice, Sir Pentious, paused, looking from the hole in the wall to the balcony above it from his ship. There, sat Alastor, drinking from a mug that said 'OH DEER' on it. "Oh, there you are. Face my wrath!" Pentious continued. Alastor took a sip from his mug before turning back to the snake demon, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor, architect of destruction, villain extraordinaire!" Said demon boasted as Alastor went into his shadow, moving to stand next to Charlie, Vaggie and Angel who had come outside to see the cause of disturbance. One of Sir Pentious Egg Boi's turned to him, "Woo! You tell 'em, boss." 

Niffty had also came out from the hotel, climbing up Alastor's back and gasping with excitement, "Ooo! He's a bad boy." Alastor reached behind him and took ahold of Niffty by her scruff, placing her on the ground, "Huh, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you." Pentious eyes were wide with disbelief, "I attacked you literally last week." The Radio demon tilted his head in confusion, a static hum coming from him. "We've done battle, like... 20 times?" Pentious explained, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Well, you must have been really bad at this." Alastor said, a smug tone in his voice.

"Silence! Now cower!" The snake demon shouted. "For when I've slain you, the almighty Vee's will finally acknowledge me as their equal!" Niffty had climbed back onto Alastor's back, gasping in excitement once more. She then paused, "Wait, who are the Vee's?" Alastor waved them off, "Oh, nobody important. Now, let's deal with the nobody in front of us." The Radio demon chuckled darkly, static sounding from him as giant black tentacle came from the ground, wrapping around Sir Pentious ship, shaking it.

One of the tentacles smashed into the cockpit, causing Pentious to shout in fear, "Ahh! Please! Stop!" Alastor chuckled at the sight in front of him, his chuckling turning into manic laughter. "Um, Alastor?" Charlie called out, "I think he's had enough." Angel grinned, "Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im."

The tentacles tilted the ship to where Pentious fell out of the cockpit and onto the cement with a crack. "Thanks for another forgettable experience." Alastor said, twirling his staff then leaning on it. Pentious slowly lifted one of his arms and slowly spoke, "Thank... you..." He then propped himself up, "For letting your guard down!" He quickly shot his tail out, taking ahold of the corner of Alastor's coat, ripping the edge off. "Haha! Yah!" Pentious shouted with glee, but immediately cowered as Alastor growled with anger, his antlers growing. "Oh, shit!" Pentious said before he was blasted off. He let out a scream of pain as green smoke followed him through the air as he flew.

When Pentious was out of view, Alastor turned to the three behind him, "Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. Best of luck, chums!" He turned back around, waving goodbye. Vaggie then stepped forward, "Wait, you're leaving? Alastor, we need your help. We need you to do your job." She stated. Angel added, gesturing to the large hole, "We need a wall." The Radio demon turned back to them, 'Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?" Alastor snapped his fingers, causing six black and white demons to appear from the ground as he walked away.

Angel giggled, pushing Vaggie out of his way as he made his way up to the largest black and white demon. "Hey, sweet cheeks." Angel started in a sultry tone, leaning one of his four arms on the demons shoulder. "What you doing later? I love me a man with a giant..." Angel pause, looking down at the demons crotch. "Tool." The spider demon finished. 

"Um, am I interrupting?" A new voice started. Charlie, Vaggie and Angel look to their left to see a female demon they've never met before. Her hair was (h/l), (h/c) and (h/t), her clear skin was (s/c), and her eyes were a brilliant shade of (e/c). On top of her head was a set of antlers that were decorated in little colorful flowers. The antlers went up and curled into each other, forming the shape of a heart. Also on the top of her head was a set of fluffy (h/c) ears, similar to a deer.

[A/N: Something like this for your antlers. Image does not belong to me.]

"Wow! You look a lot like Alastor!" Charlie said, slightly amazed. The new female raised her eyebrow in confusion, "I'm sorry, who?" Vaggie then stepped in, a cautious tone to her voice, "Um, the Radio demon? You're not related to him, are you?" The new females eyes widened with realization, "Oh! Yes, I've heard of him. Don't worry, we aren't related. Are we that similar?"

Angel went and stood with Charlie and Vaggie, leaving the six black and white demons to do their job. "It's just the antlers and ears y'all got in common." Angel added. The female nodded in understanding and Charlie took a step towards her, a warm smile on her face, "So, what can we help you with?"

"Oh! Yeah!" The she-demons eyes went wide once more, remembering why she was there. She then became nervous, her hold on her suitcase, that the three others just noticed, tightened. "Uh, I saw your guys commercial. About the hotel. And I want to join, if that's okay?" With each word the female spoke, Charlie's grin grew wider and wider until she finally burst.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Charlie jumped up and down in excitement, running forward to take the she-demons hands in hers. "Yes, yes, yes! Of course you can stay here! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! We're going to help you get to Heaven! My names Charlie!" The said demon introduced, vigorously shaking the new females' hands. The blonde then stood next to the new she-demon, gesturing to Vaggie and Angel, "That's Vaggie, my girlfriend! And that's Angel Dust! Our other resident!" The two waved a greeting to the new girl, but before she could return it, Charlie was already pulling her inside.

"Here's our bartender, Husk! And over here we have Niffty! She does our cleaning! Oh! And these are my pets! Razzle, Dazzle and KeeKee! Oh! Let me show you all of the floors, the kitchen, the bathrooms-" Vaggie then stepped in front of Charlie, placing her hands on her girlfriends shoulder, "Charlie! Honey, we don't need to show her everything all at once. Take a breath and let her breath." And Charlie did just that, both her and Vaggie turning back to the new female.

"I'm sorry, during Charlie's excitement, we didn't get your name." Vaggie said, both her and Charlie sending a smile to the new female. The she-demon brushed off her dress, calming down from being pulled here and there. She cleared her throat before straightening her back and bowing her head slightly in a formal greeting, "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), It's an honor to meet you, princess Morningstar. Same with you, Vaggie. I hope I can be a good guest and help you achieve your goals."

Vaggie's eye went wide with surprise at how polite this she-demon was being, the only other person she's met that's this kind was Charlie. It made Vaggie a little suspicious. Charlie, on the other hand, was warmed by the greeting as tears swelled in her eyes. Angel then stepped up to the three women, "Wait, you said you saw a commercial. Which commercial did ya see?" Charlie then gasped, "Wait! You saw our commercial?!" The blonde shouted, shaking with excitement.

(Y/N) nodded, small smile on her lips, "Yes, I thought it was quite entertaining in all honesty." Charlie and Angel were confused while Vaggie squinted, "Wait, why was it entertaining?" (Y/N) gained a nervous sweat, "No offense, but I think my favorite part was about Charlie's daddy issues. I have no idea why you added it, but I liked it." She ended with a shrug. "Oh..." Charlie said dejectedly and Vaggie slapped her hand against her forehead. "Ugh, you saw Alastor's commercial." (Y/N) raised her eyebrow in surprise, "Really? I'll have to give him my compliments when I meet him."

Charlie shook her head and smiled again, placing her hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder, turning her towards the staircase, "Well, (Y/N), let me show you to your room. And please, just call me Charlie." The blonde said, referring to when (Y/N) called her 'princess Morningstar'.

Vaggie watched the two go up the stairs and disappear around the corner, her eye squinting with suspicion. Angel raised his brow at her, "What's with your face?" Vaggie ignored his comment, "How can someone in Hell be that nice? It doesn't make sense. Somethings gotta be up with her." Angel rolled his eyes at her paranoia, going and sitting back on the couch.

*Time Skip*

*(Y/N)'s POV*

It's been around an hour since you've arrived at the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie left you alone for the moment to settle into your room. After you finished placing your last piece of clothing away, you sat on your new bed and sighed, rubbing the area where your shoulder and neck connect. 'Charlie sure is energetic.' You thought to yourself.

Just then, you heard static outside your door. You look and see a shadow move from under the gap. As the shadow disappeared, so did the static. 'What was that?' You thought to yourself. You stood and made your way to your door, opening it and peeking your head out. You saw a red figure round the corner, the sound of static following them. You look around for Charlie, Vaggie, or anyone you could ask about the being you briefly saw. But there was no one in the hallway. 'Well, let's hope curiosity doesn't kill the deer...' You meekly thought, leaving your room and following after the red figure.

When you rounded the corner, you didn't see the figure. You then listened for the static, faintly hearing it. You made your way towards the noise, peeking your head around another corner. You then saw a door that was out of place from the other ones. This one was wooden, and had a small window near the top. Then, a light flickered on above the wooden door. You look and see it's an 'ON AIR' sign.

You thought back to when you first got to the hotel. On the outside was what looked to be a broadcasting tower, you just didn't think it was still functional from how it was leaning away from the building. "Salutations! Good to be back on the air!" You then heard a voice that sounded like it was coming from an old-timey radio say. 'Is that Alastor?' You thought, your curiosity growing. 'What does the infamous Radio Demon look like?'

Without thinking, you approached the door and pulled it open to see a metal flight of stairs leading up. "Yes I know it's been awhile since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast, sinners rejoice!" You heard, what you assumed to be, Alastor say. You continued up the stairs, hearing a new voice you didn't recognized. This voice was clear, as if he was speaking to you in person, "What a dated voice!"

When you got to the top, you were met with another door, but this one was left ajar. "Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast!" You heard Alastor say. You peek through the opening of the door and finally laid your eyes on him, The Radio Demon. He had pale skin, red eyes, short red hair that turned black for the last few inches, deer like ears that were larger than mine sat atop of his head, a set of antlers that were smaller than mine also accompanied his ears, and a large, sharp tooth yellow grin.

He wore a red suit and monocle, his bowtie, gloves, pants and shoes being black (accented by red). In his hand was his staff that, what looked to be, an older version of a microphone. "Come on!" The unknown voice shouted. "Is Vox insecure pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?" Alastor responded smugly into his staff, lifting his shoulders in a shrug.

"Ignore his chirping!" The second voice, Vox, shouted once more, sounding irritated. "Every day he's got a new format." The Radio Demon added. "You're looking at the future, he's the shit that comes before that!" The TV demon bellowed with a singing tone. Unfortunately for him, his comment didn't bother Alastor one bit. "Is Vox as strong as he purports, or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vee's!" Alastor sang back, his comment causing you to smile in amusement. "Oh, please!" Vox said, not knowing a better comeback. 

"And here's the sugar on the cream, he asked me to join his team-" Alastor was interrupted by panicked Vox, "Hold on!" But the Radio Demon continued to sing into his staff, leisurely leaning back in his chair, "I said no and now he's pissy, that's the tea!" You had to cover your mouth to keep the giggle bubbling in your throat from slipping out.

"You old timey prick! I'll show you suf-suffering!" Vox's voice started to glitch. "Uh oh! The TV is buffering!" Alastor teased, propping his head on his hands. "I'll destroy yoo-o-u-u you little-" Before Vox could finish his sentence, he cut out, along with all of the power in Hell. You jumped in surprise at the sudden darkness coming from outside, but also at the fact that the only place that still had power was the broadcasting tower.

"I'm afraid you've lost your signal." Alastor continued, leaning forward, the air in the tower becoming sinister. "Let's begin, I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone." With every word he sang, Alastor's antlers grew along with his malicious grin. "Tune on in. When I'm done," Alastor stood from his seat, his form growing larger and more lanky. The red in his sclera turned pitch black, only his iris staying red. What looked to be red stitching started to appear all over his body and clothes, making him resemble a voodoo doll. "Your status quo will know its race is run," Red liquid started to leak from his mouth. "Oh this will be fun!" Alastor ended with a maniacal laugh, his pupils turning into little radio dials.

'So this is him... The Radio Demon.' You didn't know if you should be scared shitless or amazed by his power. Alastor returned to his normal form, taking a sip of his tea. He then suddenly spoke up, "Are you going to join me or just keep watching me from the shadows?" Alastor turned to the door, and I instantly knew he was talking to me. 'He's a powerful demon, of course he noticed me.' You thought, mentally face palming. You noted that he still sounded like he was speaking through a radio. 'How strange, but fitting for the Radio Demon.' You pushed the door open and stepped in, "I apologize, I didn't mean to eavesdrop."

*3rd Person POV*

"I apologize, I didn't mean to eavesdrop." When the she-demon stepped in, Alastor paused, taking in her looks. (H/l) (h/c) hair, (s/c) skin, (e/c) eyes, deer ears, and antlers in the shape of a heart with flowers. She wore a long-sleeved black dress that stopped mid-thigh, with small black buttons on the top of the dress, along with a thin black bowtie that sat above her exposed chest (but of course not exposing anything indecent). She also wore white tights, covering the skin on her legs. On her feet were black Mary Jane heels that completed her outfit. 'How strange,' Alastor thought. 'She doesn't look half bad.'

[A/N: Something like this for your dress. Image does not belong to me.]

Alastor stood and made his way to the girl, "It is no problem, my dear! I broadcasted it for all of Hell to hear. Did you at least enjoy it?" He then twirled his staff in a flashy manner. The she-demon nodded, a small smile adorning her (thin/plump) lips, "Yes, I thought it was entertaining." Alastor's never-leaving smile widened at her words and he straightened his coat, "The names Alastor! Alastor Hartfelt! And who do I have the pleasure of being in the presence of?" He held out his hand to her, bending his body slightly to meet her height.

She stared at his hand, then back up to meet his eyes. Alastor tilted his head at her hesitancy. She started to stutter, embarrassed when she realized she had been staring, "S-Sorry, it's just that your eyes are much brighter up close." Before Alastor could respond or even think about her comment, she took ahold of his hand, shaking it. "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), it's an honor to meet you. I am the newest resident of the Hazbin Hotel." She said, slightly bowing her head in respect.

Before she could take her hand back, Alastor brought it up to her lips, leaving a kiss on her knuckles, "Please, dear! The pleasure is all mine!" When he let go of her hand, (Y/N) placed both of her hands behind her back, out of sight to Alastor as she rubbed her knuckles. Alastor discreetly pursed his smiling lips afterwards, both of the demons thinking:  'Why did that burn?'

"So," Alastor started, tilting his head again. "You're the newest resident? How did you come about the hotel?" To his surprise, she started to chuckle. "I actually saw your commercial, and I have to say, I found it quite hilarious." She giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to keep her laughter at bay. Both Alastor's eyes and smile widened with glee, "That was the goal, dear! I'm so glad you liked it! But I have to say, I am surprised it made you want to come here."

At his words, (Y/N)'s laughter halted. Alastor took note of her mood change. "Yes, well, you did say in your commercial that this was a path to redemption. Even if it is misguided," She let out a soft chuckle at the memory. "I want to get into Heaven." Alastor hummed, "Why do you want to go to Heaven?" (Y/N) opened her mouth to respond, but then shut it. She thought for a moment, a mental battle clear on her face. Eventually, she gave Alastor a strained smile, "Personal reasons."

Alastor hummed again, 'Interesting...' He thought. "Very well!" Alastor started, twirling his staff once more. He then moved to the door, holding it open. "Shall we? I'm sure Charlie hasn't finished giving you the tour yet. We don't want her to be disappointed at your sudden absence." (Y/N)'s (e/c) eyes widened and she took quick steps to the door, "Ah, you're right! It's rude to be late!" 

As (Y/N) made her way down the stairs, she missed the way Alastor looked at her. His head was tilted and his eyes were squinted. 'What an anomaly.' He thought right before following her.

*Time Skip*

Charlie had just finished giving (Y/N) the full tour of the hotel, with Alastor accompanying them and making little sarcastic remarks here and there, making (Y/N) chuckle (much to Charlie's dismay). "Well, what d'ya think!?" Charlie asked, grin large and holding her arms out wide, gesturing to the hotel.  (Y/N) nodded, small smile on her lips, "It's nice." At her words, the blonde squealed, "Ah! I'm so glad you like it!" She then took ahold of (Y/N)'s  hands in hers, "Trust me, (Y/N)! I'll do everything in my power to get you redeemed and into Heaven!" 

Alastor took in the doe demons expression and could easily tell she was uncomfortable at her personal space being invaded. But, she continued to smile. "Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate your effort." She said, making the princess jumped in happiness. 

Just then, Charlie's phone went off with a notification. She looked at the message and gained a mischievous grin. "Oh, (Y/N)!" Charlie said in a sing-song tone, "There's something waiting for you in the foyer!" The blonde started to make her way, skipping in excitement while Alastor and (Y/N) followed behind at a leisurely pace. 

The doe demon sighed, but smiled nonetheless, "It's a welcoming party, isn't it?" Alastor looked to her through the corner of his eye, seeing her looking straight ahead at Charlie with a tired fondness. "How could you tell?" Alastor asked, already knowing the answer. (Y/N) softly chuckled, "Charlie is easy to read." The Radio Demon found this interesting. Then a question formed in his mind. He needed to gather more intel on this strange being. "Am I easy to read?"

Finally, (Y/N) looked up at him through her (long/short) lashes, her lips still holding that small smile, "No, you're an anomaly."

Alastor halted in his steps, staring at the doe demons figure as she got smaller and smaller, still following Charlie. When both of their figures disappeared around the corner, Alastor felt like he could finally breath. Multiple thoughts ran through his, now panicked, mind.

'Who is she?'

'Why is she here?'

'Can she read my mind?'

'She has to be fucking with me.'

'There has to be more to her.'

'She must be playing dumb.'

"Alastor? Are you still joining us?" The male snapped his head up to see just the person he was freaking out about. (Y/N) had stepped back around the corner, her eyebrow raised in question. 'Well you know what they say: keep your friends close and your enemies closer...' Alastor thought before disappearing into his shadow just to reappear next to the girl, making her jump in surprise. "Of course, dear! I apologize if I kept you waiting." (Y/N) smiled in response, "It's alright. No need to apologize." 

The two then finished the walk to the foyer in silence, being greeted by a loud 'Surprise!' when they made it to their destination. There was a large banner that said: 'Welcome (Y/N)!' in different colored paint, the bar was decorated in hearts, there was a table full of food and the center pieces were bouquets of wild flowers, on a different table were various card and board games, and next to the couch was a... karaoke machine.

Alastor noticed how (Y/N)'s shoulders dropped when she laid eyes on the singing machine. He leaned down to her height, "What's the matter, dear? Don't like to sing?" (Y/N) shook her head, "No, not really. I don't sing." There was another thing Alastor found interesting about her. Every one in Hell sang, even him.

Charlie came bounding up to both of the deer demons, "So, (Y/N)! It's your party! What would you like to do first?" The girl looked around and noticed everyone's eyes on her, waiting for her response. "U-Um, why don't you guys get a game of cards started while I go get a drink?" Charlie smiled and nodded, her, Vaggie and Angel heading to the game table. (Y/N) made her way to the bar and Alastor watched her every move. 

"What will ya have?" Husk questioned, his tone bored. "Do you have any wine or whiskey?" (Y/N) asked, taking a seat. "No to the wine, and for the whiskey, we only have the cheap stuff." Husk responded, gesturing to the bottles behind him. "Oh," (Y/N) hummed, thinking about what else she should order.

Alastor disappeared into his shadow, reappearing next to the doe demon, making her jump in surprise once more. "I believe I might be able to help you!" Alastor said. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a bottle of whiskey from his personal stash that was already 1/4th gone. (Y/N) squinted her eyes to read the label, and when she saw what it was, her eyes went as wide as saucers. "No way!" She started, looking from the bottle to Alastor. "Macallan 1926?! How did you get that?!" Alastor chuckled, pleased at how she knew how valuable the alcohol was, "I have my ways, darling. I only bring this out for special occasions, so consider this a welcoming gift, from me to you."

[A/N: Fun fact, a bottle of Macallan 1926 is worth over two million dollars.]

When Alastor reached behind the bar and took two brandy glasses, Husk took that as his que to leave, taking a bottle of the cheap whiskey and joining the others. Alastor filled the glasses a third of the way, gently sliding one over to (Y/N). She looked at it with furrowed brows, turning her gaze to Alastor, "Are you sure I can have this?" The Radio Demon tilted his head in confusion, "Do you not want it?" 

(Y/N) vigorously shook her head, not wanting to offend the male. "No! Of course I do... It's just, I don't feel like I'm worth it..." She ended her sentence, playing with the base of the glass in a nervous habit. Alastor's head stayed tilted, wondering what the girl had done to make herself feel too guilty to accept a drink. Alastor then straightened up, taking his glass in his empty hand, "Well, believe it or not, I think you're worth it. If I didn't, I wouldn't be offering you this drink now, would I?" He ended with a laugh. (Y/N) looked up at him with wide doe eyes, surprised at the Radio Demon's kind words. She gave him a genuine smile, "Thank you, I appreciate it, Alastor." 

Something ticked inside of the males mind at finally seeing a smile that reached the doe demons (e/c) eyes and how his name sounded coming from her voice. 'How strange,' He thought. 'I'll dissect that later.' Alastor went and stood next to the girl, offering her his left arm, "Shall we? Everyone is waiting for us." (Y/N) kept her smile, standing and linking her right arm with Alastor's, her drink in her left hand, "We shall."

[A/N: let me know if I missed changing any 'Alruist' to 'Hartfelt']

[shadebloopnik]

Angelic Alastor AU

"Al!"

The angel turned to the voice and the sound of flapping wings just in time to see the two Archangels land behind him. The smaller of the two- with porcelain skin, rosy cheeks and an otherworldly beauty, bounded towards him full of energy. Golden eyes peered up at him as he spoke.

"Just finished with our spar, and Michael said he loved the hat! I told you it was a good idea!", Lucifer spoke, deep chuckles seeming to brighten the area by its mere presence. He punctuated his words by adjusting the top hat on his head, replacing the usual golden crown, a prideful smile on his face.

"Your brothers clearly love you too much.", Alastor snipes before facing the taller angel, and giving a polite bow. "Your Highness."

Michael gives a solemn nod, adorning a small soft smile. "Always good to see you, Altruist. I had ample time before my next meeting, so I figured I'd accompany my brother on his way to your little appointment."

Michael bore nearly identical features to his younger brother, possessing the same blonde locks, white skin, and golden eyes, albeit being considerably taller. What he lacked, falling a bit behind Lucifer's beauty, he made up for with his dignified grace, a regal authority that rivalled no other. He reminded Alastor of a frozen tundra amidst the plans for the creation of life, as precise as every detail on each snowflake.

"Very well that you did, your Grace, as your brother appears to need it quite a lot."

"It was ONE time! And your directions were very unclear!"

"I fail to see how 'meet me at the gates' translates to 'circle the entirety of heaven for 3 hours', my friend."

"There are a lot of gates in heaven! No matter! They just finished constructing the new nebula! We gotta check it out Alastor! Come on!", Lucifer said, practically bouncing on his feet in excitement and circling the other in flight before dashing off in a burst of speed.

Michael let out a rare chuckle as Alastor sighed in seeming annoyance.

"Always so sprightly, makes me wonder how you keep up with it all, Altruist.", the Archangel spoke, stepping to stand beside the red eyed angel.

"Trust me Sire, its tempting not to follow.", Alastor replied, deadpan as he set his gaze to the direction the Morningstar set off on. Left alone with the other Archangel, without Lucifer with him, Alastor couldn't help but feel a bit insecure. Shuffling his mismatch wings, he subtly moved the upper white set to cover the red and black wings below, his hold on his cane, tightening ever so slightly, though not enough for Michael to notice.

Michael smiled, finding no offense whatsoever from Alastor's words and the casualty of his jabs towards Lucifer. Despite his words, Michael could see the fondness Alastor possessed for the shorter angel, clear as day. Alastor was powerful, only ranking below the Archangels themselves in sheer strength, and would be of higher standing if not for his reclusive nature.

He always wore a smile wherever he went, but it was different for Lucifer, softer, fuller. Alastor shied away from any interaction with his angelic kind, but fully welcomes Lucifer's presence, seeking it, even. It was without a doubt that Alastor cared for his younger brother, his loyalty and selflessness when it came to the younger angel was palpable, fitting of his title, and for that, he had Michael's complete and utter respect.

"But you will, you always do.", Michael turned to face the angel, golden eyes meeting peculiar red. "Its why I trust you with his life."

Its a bit ridiculous perhaps, considering Lucifer was far more powerful than Alastor could ever be, but in the end, it mattered little. Alastor held his brother's heart, and Michael could guess it rang true vice versa.

Alastor's smile froze on his face, his sharp tongue silent as he gazed into the Archangel. A bout of silence passed, broken only by the Morningstar barreling back into Alastor at high speed.

"Alastor come on slow-wings! Hah! Get it? Slow? Wings? Come on, its hilarious, lets goooo!!", Lucifer bounced, gripping at the taller angel's arm, making a show of pulling him along. Evidently he didn't use much force, seeing as how Alastor wasn't immediately carried off, but it was enough to drag the angel rather quickly still.

"Later Michael!", the star spoke with a cheerful wave, before speeding off, dragging a squawking Alastor behind him as the other hastily flapped his mismatched wings, as he struggled to keep up.

Michael smiled at the scene, before turning to leave for his meeting.

Protect his heart, Alastor, it's all I ask of you.

_________________________

The wind roughly brushed the trees around them, as 3 pairs wings fluttered to land, every flap bringing forth powerful gusts. Michael surveyed the area as he went down to Earth, a mossy swamp littered with fireflies, blues and greens seeming to glow under the night sky. He wrenched his eyes down. He couldn't bear to look at a star right now, not after....

He shook the thought away, marching to look for the angel he was looking for. He'd been searching for hours, burning through the whole day. Alastor truly was a recluse, he was impossible to locate when he didn't want to be found. This was the last place he didn't look yet. They'd let Alastor design these swamps, letting him have at least a little hand in the creation of Earth despite his numerous refusals.

There at the edge, he could see him, standing at the edge of the water, mismatched wings cocooning him, the white set covering his entirety until his black wings were nearly out of sight.

"Altruist."

Alastor remained silent, his back to the Archangel. It was perhaps the most disrespectful thing Alastor's ever done to him, what with all his usual obsession with propriety.

"Altruist.", he called again, voice growing desperate, frustrated.

Still, there was no answer.

Michael clenched his teeth, the day's proceedings catching up to him, leaving him with far, far too many emotions.

"Alastor-"

"Don't."

Alastor's voice was cold, an icy tone that rivalled his own. It made Michael angry, frustrated and bitter. Can't Alastor see that he's hurting too? That he's also grieving?

"I lost him too, Alastor."

His voice was filled with emotion he wouldn't dare name. He had to be strong and steady for his brothers, for the rest of heaven. Im front of Alastor though? In matters regarding Lucifer? There was no one Michael could relate to more.

So why can't Alastor see? Did he think this was easy for Michael?! He lost his brother too! He's not the only one suffering!

But deep inside, Michael knew. It wasn't the same. He knew how deep the bond between Alastor and Lucifer ran, perhaps deeper than he ever had with his brother.

Michael's heart was already given to Heaven as a whole, but Alastor's only belonged to one.

"Tell me Michael, whose life did you entrust to me, again?", Michael felt ice crawl up his spine, his heart growing heavier with each word. Alastor spun around, unfurling his wings to face the Archangel. His crimson eyes were redder than usual.

"How, pray tell, am I supposed to do what you asked, when you cast down the one I was supposed to protect? Tell me how can I protect him from the fiery pits you all threw him into? How, am I supposed to GO ON WITHOUT-!"

'Without them', he almost said. No, he couldn't be reckless, couldn't let his emotions get the better. They couldn't know about his own relations with Lilith, he promised the two he'd stay safe. No matter how much it ached, he couldn't go against them.

Michael furrowed his brows in understanding, letting the accusations wash over him. If it were anyone else, he'd have already smote them down for the audacity, but this was Alastor. This was the angel who held his brother's heart; angry and emotional and dreadfully loyal to the star even now. If anything, in respect for his brother, he could endure this.

Schooling his expression, he'd gaze back at the fuming angel before him, his face a blank slate.

"Lucifer's actions were reckless and destructive, with severe consequences. His reckless disobedience, his affiliation with the first woman, its shattering the very foundation of order we worked so hard to maintain. Such crimes cannot go unpunished."

His voice was cold, adopting the mask of a ruthless prince. Right now, he wasn't a brother, he was Michael, Sword of Justice, Protector of Heaven. He had to learn to separate each title, it was the only way to ensure he did his role right. He can't be a brother right now. He won't, not for this.

He wishes it made it hurt less.

As emotionally compromised as he was, Alastor couldn't mask the pain in his face as he squeezed his eyes shut at Michael's tone, knowing he was now speaking to a soldier, not a friend. The sight of it almost made Michael want to break down the mask. Almost. Not nearly enough to actually do so. He was able to bear casting down his own brother, this was nothing.

The thought sent another pang to his heart, and he pushed it to the back of his mind.

"I love him too..", his voice was low, resigned, all energy leaving him as he looked away from the angel before him. Michael was so so tired. "It had to be done."

The swaying of the leaves and the buzz of nearby fireflies were the only things breaking the deafening silence. Now that he thought about it, didn't Lucifer help make these? Little bursts of light flying amidst a darkened swamp...

Why must everything hurt Michael today?

He heard the other take a deep breath, and turned to see the other adopt a smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Thank you for your visit, your Highness. You may take your leave now."

Alastor always smiled, even when he didn't mean it, but none of those ever felt as wrong as this one.

"Alas-"

Michael cut off his own words at the other's glare. Alastor's eyes glowed a deep red, his sclera giving its own crimson glow. His glowing wings seemed to curl closer around him. All this while still keeping on that damned smile. It was uncomfortable. It served little to intimidate someone as powerful as Michael, but this wasn't about power.

He's never seen Alastor look so broken.

He may be set apart from the other angels, but he always looked so happy with Lucifer.

......but Lucifer isn't here anymore, is he?

Suppressing a sigh, Michael kept his voice level. ".....Altruist."

Alastor's smile only seemed to widen, contrasting with how his wings curled tighter around himself in a cocoon.

"I wish to be alone. Now.", the deceptively cheerful tone made Michael sick.

Without another word Michael turned around. There was no fixing this. Alastor looked as though a single action would cause him to flee. If Michael didn't take his leave, he'd have left anyway. All Alastor wanted was Lucifer, and Lucifer was condemned in Hell. There's nothing he could do.

As he spread out his wings, he took one last glance at Alastor's smiling face, before taking off, ignoring the muffled sounds of sobbing he left in his wake.

It was the last time he's ever seen Alastor smile.

[seramilla]

I ended up binging all your posts about Vaggie being related to the Carmine's and ended up having a dream about all the wedding prep, including Carmilla actually meeting Charlie and thanking her for loving and helping Vaggie heal and grow from her time as an exorcist

I'm sorry, but this gave me ideas, so have some fluff instead of angst on this goddamn page for once.

Charlie Morningstar paces back and forth outside Carmine Industries for several minutes before she even thinks about touching the buzzer. A myriad of thoughts race through her mind as she steels herself for what she came here to do. Vaggie is distracted, back at the hotel helping Alastor with some kind of workshop or other for their guests. She has at least an hour until her presence is needed again -- plenty of time, she hopes, for a meeting with Carmilla Carmine.

Ultimately, it's not her who buzzes herself in, but one of the other Carmine girls. Charlie literally falls over in surprise as the metal door clanks open, but she manages to right herself before face-planting on the concrete outside. Odette, if memory serves, is standing there with a confused expression on her face, cocking an eyebrow at her and turning her head 30 degrees like a curious puppy. Charlie clears her throat, blushing profusely at her almost-fumble.

"Od-Odette! Hello! Did I get that right? Um, yeah, hi! I'm here to see Carm--Ms. Carmine. Is she home--at work--do you live or work here? I guess I don't know. I'm sorry, that's a dumb question, I just--!"

Odette chuckles. "She's here. Are you looking for an audience with her?"

Charlie lets out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Yes! Ma'am! Yes, ma'am! Oh, I'm sorry, do you mind if I call you ma'am? Is that weird? Should I call you something else?"

Odette chuckles again. "Odette is fine. No need for any formalities, your highness. You know you're welcome here. Follow me."

"Thank you so much! I'm coming!"

Charlie talks Odette's ears off the entire time they're walking toward Carmilla's office. Up a huge flight of stairs, around a corner, and all the way down a long hallway, Odette is given a crash course on all the current events happening at the Hazbin Hotel. She could probably give a lecture on the topic, given how good Charlie has gotten at really drilling home all the highlights of her redemption program.

When they finally stop in front of Carmilla's office, Odette gives Charlie's hand a firm shake, saying, "It's been a pleasure, Miss Morningstar. Now I must return to my tasks for the day." Then, without another word, she's gone again.

Charlie pauses at the ornate door leading to Carmilla's office. It's tall, and imposing. She's the princess of Hell, goddamn it! Something like this should be super simple for a daughter of Lucifer Morningstar!

Shaking all her misgivings out of her head, she says to herself, "Right! Let's do this!" before knocking firmly on the door three times. After a moment, a muffled yet prominent, "Come in!" reaches her from the other side. Taking another deep breath, Charlie opens the door, and steps inside.

Carmilla Carmine is at her desk, working away at a stack of files and papers that are practically as tall as Charlie is. Other stacks, she assumes the finished ones, are scattered in boxes around the floor at Carmilla's feet. Charlie doesn't even begin to know where to look -- the office is so busy. Instead, she ignores it, and smiles at Carmilla when the other woman's gaze meets hers.

"Charlotte!" Carmilla says, a happy lilt to her voice. She immediately stands and greets the princess with open arms. One of the privileges of dating the daughter of Carmilla Carmine is she's often privy to the woman's more maternal side. A notion that is quite welcome, as far as Charlie is concerned. It's nice, feeling that kind of maternal love again -- it's been so absent from her own life since her mother...left all those years ago.

"It's so nice to see you, Charlotte. Please, have a seat. What do I owe the pleasure of your company today?"

Carmilla gestures Charlie over to the plush couches on the opposite side of her office. The furniture has been upgraded since the last time she's been here. Charlie obliges and takes a seat. Carmilla joins her.

Charlie debates whether to break through her own misgivings with small talk, but decides better of it. She came here with a purpose today; she only has so much time before she's needed back at the hotel, so she decides to just get to the business at hand.

"Well," Charlie starts, immediately fumbling all the words she'd so diligently practiced earlier. That's so like her. But she won't be deterred! She grips the fabric of her pants tightly in both fists and continues.

"As you know, Vaggie and I are coming up on our 5-year anniversary in a few months. It's a big milestone for us, and I wanted to do something really special for her..."

Charlie pauses, waiting to see if Carmilla will interject. The older woman is as poised and stoic as ever, waiting patiently for Charlie to continue. Charlie wishes she could better gauge what the woman is thinking at the moment...but it can't be helped. Charlie's not a mind reader. Nowhere else to go now, but forward!

"...Anyway...um...what I came here to do today was...uhh...oh, fuck, why is this so hard?"

"Take a breath, Charlotte. It's okay."

That definitely is not helping Charlie's nervousness at all, being reminded to breathe, like she doesn't have two perfectly capable lungs, all her own. Carmilla is still looking at her with that face, like everything is fine. How does she know it's fine? She doesn't even know what Charlie's going to say!

Breathe, Charlie!

"God, okay. Hoooo boy. Carmilla. I came here today to ask...to tell you...that I love Vaggie very much. More than anything in the world. My life was not complete until she literally fell into it, and every day since then has been more rich, more fulfilling, and more full of joy than I can ever put into words. I'm telling you this because I'm going to...I want your blessing when I... I'mgoingtoaskhertomarrymeandIwantyoutotellmeit'sokay! Okay?"

The last part comes out of Charlie's mouth in a flurry of words. She lets out a sigh of relief, thankful she was able to get it out. She hopes Carmilla had understood her. Thankfully, the sparkle in Carmilla's eyes tells her that she has, and so much more. Before she can even protest, Carmilla pulls Charlie into a hug that's so tight, her spine nearly bows from the force of it.

Shit, this overlord's strength is nothing to sneeze at.

"You don't need my permission, Charlotte," Carmilla says, squeezing Charlie even harder around the waist. Charlie squeaks.

"I...I don't?"

"Of course not. You're already family. And Vaggie's a big girl. She can make her own decisions. But if you want my blessing...then of course you have it. I can never repay you for protecting her, loving, her, and watching over her when I couldn't. I would love nothing more than to welcome you into our family...officially."

"You, too!" Charlie says, not wanting to diminish the other woman's contribution to Vaggie's healing process. "Also, I almost asked my dad if he would do it, but...I want you to be the one to walk her down the aisle, if she says yes! I know she would want that!"

Carmilla can't hide the fact that she's the one crying now. Charlie sees her trying to hide the tears behind the hand in front of her face, but the cracks are breaking around the older woman's facade like a dam trying to overrun its banks. She smiles at Charlie, and nods.

"Of course I will. I would love nothing more than to give my girl away to you."

Charlie can't wait for the day she can pop the question to the love of her life. She's already bought the ring, got the date planned with Asmodeus, and booked an opulent night full of food, dancing, and every other pleasantry the Lust ring has to offer. She vows to make it the best night of Vaggie's life, second only to their wedding day, if she accepts Charlie's proposal.

Beyond that, all Charlie can see is happiness. She never dreamed as much for herself. But it's so close, she can almost grasp it. She leaves Carmilla's that day feeling more light and airy than she has in a while, and more full of conviction that she has the strength to see this through.

She deserves it. Vaggie deserves it. Carmilla deserves it. Her heart is so full of love and raw tenderness, she could practically burst.

[nunalastor]

Kitsunesongs's First Man!Alastor

(Alt tags I guess: Exterminator Alastor, Blackjack AU, Angel Alastor, Radioapple)

(Character tags: Alastor, Lucifer, Lilith. Adam, Charlie and 'Cox' are just mentioned.)

'Bout to RAMBLE and SPECULATE

If everything in Eden went down the way it did before, and the angels consider Alastor the only "untainted" human, does that mean that Lilith and Lucifer were the only two sent down to Hell? I sorta feel like Al would've wanted to go with them tbh; Heaven's angels suck, total buzzkills.

How would Lucifer and Lilith feel about Alastor then? Did Lucifer even meet Alastor before he Fell?

As the "untainted" human, does Alastor become Heaven's poster boy? Is he the one that, eventually, they make the Leader of the Exterminator Army? For as sadistic as he is, I feel like he'd refuse the position. 1) Out of spite, and 2) due to the years of trauma every Sinner undoubtably has after enduring decades of annual genocides.

1st plotline that comes to mind:

Since he's the poster child for "good" humans, I imagine he's sorta Heaven's public relations guy. One day, millennia after Eden, he's scheduled for a high priority meeting last minute. Who walks through the door but the King of Hell himself? Far less chipper than way back when... good to see him back to normal!

Lucifer, for his part, isn't sure what to expect. He either didn't see much of Alastor in Eden, or never met him at all, only knowing what Lilith has said about him. He assumes that Alastor will be hostile and demeaning, just like every other angel up here- just like Adam. Alastor already didn't like Lilith when they were Created, so he must hate them after they ruined Eden and the rest of humanity. Appealing to him is very likely going to be a lost cause, but he made a promise to Charlie and he intends to see it through. He's surprised when Alastor greets him with open arms. When he listens openly to Lucifer's request, and seems interested. Maybe even excited about it.

Because for Alastor, this is the first familiar face he's seen in thousands of years- one that isn't Adam. This is the first project of the millions he's been brought that actually captures his attention; a redemption project, from none other than Charlie Morningstar herself.

They want permission, they want help breaking it to the public in an acceptable way. And Alastor's happy for the challenge. (He'd never say that he missed anyone from his time in Hell, but it's undeniable that the hazbins were an entertaining bunch, and he's so close to tearing his hair out due to sheer boredom.)

Speaking of the angels, I feel like he'd totally fuck with them by predicting massive historical events, leading them to think that he has some level of communication with God.

Extra funnies if there's radioapple slow burn and Lilith feels absolutely cucked that the man made for her is after her husband.

Alternative storylines that could also happen are:

1). Alastor taking the position as Leader of the Exorcist Army (suck it Adam) and how differently everything would've gone down.

Meetings with Lucifer, the meeting with Charlie, if he eventually would've 'accidentally' stayed behind in Hell. Maybe faked his own death so Heaven wouldn't go looking. Maybe had a freaky fangirl in the shape of a television demon that goes by Cox.

2). Alastor DID join Lilith and Lucifer in the Fall, and how different Hell itself would look with the three of them.

Maybe Blackjack trio? Because I imagine they would be on the fence about him (he very randomly rejected Lily without even knowing her, after all. Kinda rude; bruised her ego). But he very easily could've spun his decision to join their Fall as 'standing up for them,' which would earn him MASSIVE brownie points. Standing up to the angels and enduring Hell for them? Welcome to the team.

Would Lucifer be in such a bad place mentally if there were two people to help him out of the hole he was in? Would Lilith really need an impromptu 7 year vacation if there was actually someone else helping out with the work around here? Plus, her songs would do extra well on the radio. What a unit both first humans would make in Hell (and what a middle finger to Heaven's design). How would Charlie turn out with all three of their influences?

Or he could fuck off and do his own thing in the wilderness of Hell. Basically a cryptid. Rarely seen and incredibly dangerous to encounter. Has a cute little shack in the woods, or massive haunted mansion; probably both. I can totally see him in the bog witch aesthetic.

👀

[discretocincel]

When skies are black

The last time I finished a story was so fucking long ago and I was starting to think I'd never do it again, but then I found a little guy with anxiety and depression and an asexual serial killer and my writer's block was cured (not really, but we're getting there!)

Anyway, I made something for RadioApple Week 2024! Today's prompt was Late Night/Early Morning, go check it out on AO3:

00:44

After long shootings, it had become a habit for Angel Dust to go sit at the bar with Husk, no matter how exhausted he was. It helped him feel like himself again, not only distracted but centered him, having the other’s eyes on him, listening to ruthless remarks in that raggedy low voice of his, forcing down some water to try to recover a tenth of the fluids he lost in the long filming hours. The man had become his sanctuary, and Angel wasn’t ashamed to admit it. In fact, he did it often, hoping to get the message across even when the barkeep refused to acknowledge the truth behind it. Angel didn’t mind much. He was in for the long run, so he would enjoy the chase while it lasted—he knew it would only make the catch all the more satisfying.

That Thursday evening, however, his sanctuary was already occupied when he made it to the hotel. Angel kept the disappointment off his face; he didn’t want to make the intruder feel bad, not if he could help it. He’d been surprised at first, to realize that their sovereign was just as volatile and emotional as his daughter, but it only made the little guy more endearing in his eyes. He genuinely didn’t want to see him upset, and not because he feared for his life in his anger (although after the extermination, he was reminded that Lucifer Morningstar truly was on another level, and perhaps he should be, if only a little, afraid for his life).

“Your Majesty, hey! I wasn’t expecting to see you up so late! Can’t sleep?”

“Angel! Welcome back!” Lucifer replied with a nervous grin, and he bashfully rubbed the back of his neck as he angled himself towards the sinner in a way he didn’t turn his back on Husk. “Is it really that late?”

“Well, no, it’s not that late, but don’t you usually go to bed quite early? You’re the first one to leave after dinner!”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess…” The king avoided his eye, downing what was left of his drink before elaborating. “I like to read before falling asleep, so it’s not that I fall asleep as soon as I go to my room, you know.”

“Ah, that makes sense,” Angel conceded, repressing the urge to make a dirty joke at the king’s expense. “Then what happened tonight? Did ya run out of books or something?”

“I just wasn’t in the mood to start anything new, is all.”

“Understandable,” Husk grumbled as he slipped a delicious looking mocktail towards Angel. “People underestimate the energy required to get to know new characters in fiction. Can I get you another one, Your Highness?” He nodded at the king’s empty tumbler.

“Please.”

“Now Husky, baby, got any fun tidbits about the new residents?” Angel asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he sipped on the pink straw of his sugary drink. Just because they weren’t alone didn’t mean they couldn’t talk like they usually would, especially considering their company. He didn’t know what had the monarch in such a jumpy state, not that he normally was calm personified, but he was kicking his feet in the air and fidgeting in his chair more than usual. Angel needed to unwind, and apparently so did The Devil, and he knew that good gossip about souls they couldn’t care less about always helped lighten the mood.

The bartender immediately caught his drift, his perceptiveness being just another trait of his that had the spider head over heels, and he placed his forearm on the bar to lean closer towards them, giving them an air of confidentiality that was hardly needed given the time and place, but was appreciated nevertheless. Husk’s insight to the newcomers’ vices, fears and desires was always delightfully detailed and usually right, no matter how farfetched it seemed. Not long ago on that very bar he had revealed what he believed of their king, though he had yet to relieve anything about the demon that owned his soul. Angel was madly curious, but also too terrified to press for information on that front. Some secrets were best left untold.

Without truly noticing, Angel finished off his third mocktail of the night, preceded by two full glasses of water, while Husk opened up a brand-new bottle of whisky for the king, when the familiar goosebumps warned him of yet another intruder to their evening. It was a small mercy that Husk hadn’t given him a drop of alcohol, otherwise, he just knew he would’ve made something crazy when the Radio Demon materialized from the shadows right behind Lucifer like the creepy motherfucker he was. Angel wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or he was just that immutable, but the king didn’t even flinch when a bony hand came to rest on his shoulder. Whether he was foolish or brave, Angel still had to admire the guy for his lack of a response.

Except, it wasn’t that he didn’t react, he would soon realize with the violence of an unexpected bucket of cold water falling on him. He just didn’t react the right way. Because who the fuck would smile in delight at having the fucking Radio Demon lean against them?!

“Good evening, gentlemen! What a pleasant surprise to find you all here this late in the night.”

“Yeah, wish I could say the same to you,” Husk grumbled. “What are you doing here so late, anyway?”

“He was at a party!” Lucifer revealed with exaggerated enthusiasm.

“Just a small gathering. It would’ve been far nicer without some of the guests, sadly.”

Angel forgot how to breathe for a moment when he saw Lucifer pout and send the Radio Demon a dejected look as he said: “Then why did you stay so long?”

Alastor blinked a few times, and Angel expected to see his eyes turn into radio dials at any moment, but it didn’t happen. The sinner simply appeared amused, if only a little tense.

“How much did you drink, Your Majesty?”

“You’re not answering my question.”

“No, I’m not. It is a dumb question. You should go to bed, Your Majesty. I shall go, too. I’m rather tired. Sleep tight, gentlemen.”

Alastor sank back into the shadows, and the king stood up abruptly not a second later, the angry scratch of the wooden floor making Angel Dust jump slightly in his own stool.

“Well. He’s right. I guess it is time for me to go to bed. Sweet dreams, Angel. Husker. Thanks for the lovely night. I’m sorry if I bothered you…”

“No way, I had fun!” Angel said, a bit awkward, thoughts reeling with distant possibilities, each one more insane than the last, but not insincerely. “We should do it again.”

“I’d like that,” Lucifer agreed, his own forced smile softening into a more genuine, gentle thing. “Good night.”

“So… that was weird, right?” Angel asked in a nearly hysterical whisper to the bartender as soon as they were alone.

“I am not acknowledging that, and neither should you. You had a long day. Go to sleep.”

Angel frowned. “You’re no fun!”

Husk sighed, but the lines around his eyes were kind, even if his mouth fought a smile.

“Maybe I’ll entertain you at a different time. I don’t think you’re ready to hear it, Legs.”

Angel’s heart skipped a beat, focusing on all the wrong parts of that sentence. He wanted to ask more; he knew whatever juicy story Husk was keeping from him was bound to make life at the hotel a hundred times more exciting, but when a gentle hand rested softly on top of his, a thumb delicately brushing over his knuckles, Angel’s knees went weak, his feet slipped from the stool’s cross stretcher and he nearly stomped his face on the bar like an idiot. He wasn’t even drunk! He was a master of seduction! How was it possible that the other man never failed to make him lose his cool and mind with the most innocent gestures?

“Go to bed, Angie. It’s late, and you’re tired. I won’t stay much longer either.”

“Okay,” he replied softly, slightly out of breath. It was the perfect time to ask the bartender to keep him company, to share his bed with him, to become more than what they were. But he couldn’t. The words just wouldn’t form on his tongue, stuck to the roof of his mouth as it was.

But that was okay. He knew he would have another chance, maybe on another night like that. Maybe after having some alcohol himself, with their king as company. And if the Radio Demon joined them at some point, well, maybe then Husk would finally give in and reveal all those secrets he kept, some even about himself, if he was lucky.

♪

03:33

“You’re drunk,” Alastor repeated as soon as Lucifer materialized in the sinner’s bedroom. “I didn’t even know that you could get drunk.”

“I wanted to be up when you returned,” Lucifer confessed, still pouting. The insufferable king had no right to be that adorable. It did unspeakable things to Alastor’s heart.

“I told you I’d be late.”

“I know. I didn’t care.”

“Clearly, you did. You’re upset.”

“No! But you said it was boring, and yet you stayed all this time! It’s suspicious!”

Alastor frowned in disbelief. “Suspicious? How, exactly? What are you accusing me of?”

“I’m not accusing you of anything. I just…” Lucifer sighed, and his shoulders sagged, as if all anger and tension was physically abandoning him. “I’m sorry. I know I’m being ridiculous. How was the gathering? How was Rosie?”

“It was exactly what I expected. Nothing more and nothing less. Rosie was alright. She sent you her regards.”

“Were the Vees there? All three of them?”

“Yes. As expected.”

Lucifer nodded his head weakly, still standing in the middle of the room, where he’d appeared, with his boots, coat and hat on.

Alastor narrowed his eyes, studying the man in front of him like he had just located the missing pieces that made sense of the picture in the puzzle.

“Did you have fun talking with Angel Dust and Husk?” He asked conversationally, walking towards the cabinet that stored his liquor as he undid the buttons of his coat. His ears moved to show that he was listening as Lucifer mumbled an answer, some story about a newcomer named ‘Steven’ or ‘Stephen’ or something like that, but Alastor wasn’t paying attention to the meaning of the words as much as he was focusing on the way they were spoken. His bowtie came next, pulling it off with one hand as he poured himself a finger of whisky. Then, after savoring his first long sip, he continued with the buttons of his shirt. His smirk widened as Lucifer’s tone went higher and higher the more skin Alastor revealed.

“What, what about you? Did you have fun? Did you speak with Vox?”

Finally. All Alastor had to do was take off his shirt, and the King of Hell easily revealed all that was troubling his mind and heart.

“I didn’t,” he said.

Lucifer frowned. “What, like nothing at all? Didn’t you at least say hi? You said it was a small gathering, no more than twelve people. You couldn’t possibly have avoided him all night. You were there for hours!”

“I didn’t avoid him as much as I ignored him, my dear. After a couple of laughable attempts, he stopped trying altogether.”

“Oh.”

Alastor hummed as he went to sit on the foot of his bed. Once there, he extended one arm in invitation, to which the other responded by flying to his side, wrapping his arms around Alastor’s middle and pushing him back on the bed. With his face pressed against Alastor’s bare chest, Lucifer mumbled:

“Good. I don’t want you talking to him. At all. Never again.”

“Even if it is to tell him that my heart belongs to another?”

Lucifer’s breath hitched, the hold he had on the sinner tightened before relaxing, and he slowly lifted his head to look up at him with eyes shiny with tears.

“You can tell him that. But I want to be there when you do.”

Alastor’s grin widened even further, while his own arms circled the shorter man, awkwardly pulling to bring their faces closer.

“Deal,” he said, and they sealed it with a kiss.

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 6) Chapter Ten

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Ten: Sit on a Beach and turn Water into Wine

Summary: Lucifer has decided to run for Godhood, and God Himself hosts a cookout.

            “(Y/N), have you heard what your dad is doing?!” said Chloe.

            “ ‘Hi, (Y/N), how are you doing?’ ‘I’m doing great, Chloe, how are you,’ ” said (Y/N), grumbling and sucking on their finger. Chloe had startled them, and they’d stab themself with a pin. Fortunately, no blood got on the clothes.

            “(Y/N), this is a big deal,” said Chloe, frazzled. “Lucifer says he’s going to become God.”

            “I know,” said (Y/N). “God told him, Amenadiel, Em, and I that He was going to retire, so…Amenadiel and Lucifer decided someone has to be God.”

            “Doesn’t someone have to be?” said Chloe.

            “Who knows?” said (Y/N). They snickered. “Only God.”

            “(Y/N), be serious. This is Godhood we’re talking about,” said Chloe. “It’s a huge responsibility. Aren’t you worried?”

            (Y/N) considered. “Yes. If Dad becomes God and moves to Heaven, I’m going to be pissed, but I guess I could go and see him since I’m not human.”

            “Do you think he could be a good God?” said Chloe. “I mean, he’s a great guy with a great heart, but I doubt there are many people in the universe capable of being God.”

            “I support my dad more than other angels,” said (Y/N). “If we have to have a God, I want one that knows humanity and that we know.” They brightened. “Especially since if it’s Dad I can yell at him whenever he’s going to do something stupid. I can’t do that with other angels.” They frowned. “Not that I really trust them after how Amenadiel set loose a crazy guy from Hell when he first came to Earth and how Michael is…Michael.”

            Chloe grimaced. “Good point.”

            “But you could probably guess all this,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “This is about your relationship, isn’t it?”

            Chloe turned sheepish. “The world is a bigger problem.”

            “You’re allowed to be concerned about your relationship with him. You love him,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “I don’t think you need to worry. My dad really loves you. And God’s…previous relationship shouldn’t really be counted as an example of how Lucifer would be with you. Missy was…something else. You’re not her. My dad’s not Him.” They shrugged as if it wasn’t Godhood they were talking about. “You’re going to be fine. I know it.”

            Chloe smiled. “I hope so.” She looked at (Y/N)’s work. “I’m sorry for interrupting.”

            “It’s fine, I’m used to the spontaneous breakdown-advice-sessions,” said (Y/N), shrugging and chuckling. “It’s usually my dad, so you’re a welcome change of pace.”

            Chloe smiled. “Thank you, (Y/N).” She walked back towards the door, paused, and looked back at them. “You’ve got a lot more wisdom than people realize.”

            “I just say what I see,” said (Y/N), shrugging. They were fortunate enough to be able to help people.

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            “Is what Em said true?” said Olive, practicing her runway walk. “God’s retiring?”

            (Y/N) gaze Em a look, and they looked away sheepishly. “He is, but He hasn’t made an announcement to everyone.”

            “They don’t count,” said Em.

            “Yeah, we don’t count,” said Marcel.

            “What are the logistics of God retiring?” asked Leon.

            “Who knows?” said (Y/N). “I guess go and sit on a beach and turn water into wine for the rest of His existence?”

            “Isn’t that Jesus?” said Noa.

            “If he can do it, God can,” said (Y/N).

            “Fair enough,” said Noa.

            “So who takes God’s job after He retires?” said Marcel.

            “Well, since no one’s consider God not being God other than the whole rebellion thing, no one’s sure,” said Em. “But so far we’re assuming an angel will take over the position of God. The considerations have been Amenadiel and Lucifer.”

            “That makes sense,” said Leon. “They’ve seen Earth the most. I’m surprised at Lucifer due to the rebellion—”

            “He volunteered himself,” admitted (Y/N).

            “—but Amenadiel seems to be trusted,” said Leon, nodding.

            “Except he doesn’t want to be God, so he’s out of the running.” (Y/N) frowned. “Oh, God, it’s a presidential campaign.”

            “Those are the worst,” groaned Noa.

            “So it’s just Lucifer running?” said Olive.

            “Not sure. God hasn’t announced His retirement yet, so my Dad and Amenadiel have just been assuming God told them first because He wants them to be God,” said (Y/N).

            “I hope Michael doesn’t run,” said Olive, shivering. Everyone in the room grimaced.

            “Why aren’t you running?” said Leon, looking at (Y/N).

            They froze and dropped the fabric they were draping. They whirled. “What?”

            Everyone looked at Leon, and he blinked.

            “If the logic is that God told the people He thought would be best at being God first, you would be included. I’m not including Em because she’s not an angel—” Em nodded “—but you’re an angel, (Y/N).” Leon tilted his head. “And besides that, you’re someone who understands humanity, you already have considerable power, and you’ve proven yourself one of the most responsible Celestials many times.”

            “Huh, not a bad campaign platform—‘(Y/N), the responsible God,’ ” said Marcel.

            “I’m not going to try to become God, are you crazy?” said (Y/N). “I’m seventeen years old, a senior in high school, and way too busy.” Not the best argument, but they had been taken off guard by the suggestion.

            “I think Leon’s right, you’d be a great choice compared to the angels we know,” said Olive. “No offense to your dad.”

            “And judging from your experiences with angels that haven’t spent time on Earth, they sound condescending.” Noa scoffed. “We don’t need a God like that. You’d respect people enough to listen to them and try to actually help.”

            (Y/N) groaned and looked at Em. “Tell them how ridiculous this sounds.”

            “Actually, they make some great points.” They held up their hands as her partner glared. “But if you don’t want to be God—and I know you don’t really want a God period—no one’s going to make you.” Em grinned. “Even if I think you’d be good at the job, too.”

            “I hate all of you,” grumbled (Y/N). They huffed and turned to their fabric.

            The LGBTQ+ Breakfast Club laughed behind them. They knew (Y/N) didn’t mean a word they said.

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            (Y/N) took a sip of their mocha happily, and Em grinned from across the table.

            “Have I earned your forgiveness for the campaign?” said Em teasingly.

            “I guess so,” said (Y/N) primly. “A date is a good way to get my forgiveness.”

            “Oh, good, I can hold your hand then,” said Em, reaching across the table to take (Y/N)’s hand.

            “I would have let you anyways,” said (Y/N), laughing and rolling their eyes.

            “How lucky for me,” said Em, smiling. “So let’s talk about other things. How is your collection coming?”

            “I think it’s going well,” said (Y/N). “I’ve gotten the bases for most of my pieces done, and the tailoring is done for most, too. I’m on my last few pieces before it’s time for details and accessories and all the little things that make the clothes actually nice.”

            “It’s turning out amazing,” said Em. They squeezed (Y/N)’s hand. “I know you’ve been stressed, but you’re doing great.”

            (Y/N) gave Em a relieved smile. “Thanks. I’ve been working hard, so I want it to be perfect.”

            “Hey, you don’t have to worry. You put a ton of effort in and you’re talented. Together, it’s going to be great,” said Em. “I know it.”

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N), feeling themself relax a bit.

            As if the universe was watching them and wouldn’t let them rest, (Y/N)’s phone buzzed. They glanced at it, and, on the screen, a message was displayed.

            “Family barbecue cookout at six o’clock,” read (Y/N). “And the message is from God.”

            “I thought He didn’t have a phone,” said Em.

            “It’s God,” said (Y/N). They sighed. “I don’t want to go.”

            “If God is asking, you should go. Especially if it’s a family barbecue,” said Em.

            (Y/N) grimaced. “That means a lot of angels.”

            “Exactly. Someone has to be there to be responsible,” said Em.

            (Y/N) put on puppy-dog eyes. “Will you come and keep me company?”

            “Yeah, no way, too much family drama,” said Em.

            (Y/N) grumbled. “Traitor.”

            Em smiled. “I’ll help you pick out your outfit and let you try on as many combinations as you want.”

            (Y/N) huffed.

            “I’ll get you another mocha,” said Em.

            (Y/N) crossed their arms.

            Em leaned. “I’ll make a bet with you~.”

            (Y/N) paused. “What bet?”

            Em grinned. Got ‘em. “I bet you ten dollars you won’t show up as the most alternative, Antichrist-y version of yourself to stick it to the annoying angels in your dad’s family.”

            (Y/N) smirked. “You’re going to owe me ten bucks.”

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            (Y/N) stood beside Amenadiel and Lucifer and stared at the cookout. A giant banner displayed: “Happy Retirement” while angels in Heavenly garb, with weapons, and showing wings walked around. They looked like the stark opposite, dressed in human, alternative clothes and lacking their wings. However, they had ensured

            “We’re so lucky this is LA,” said (Y/N). “Everyone will think this is a movie set and those are props.”

            “Forget about that, he told everyone,” said Lucifer, exasperated.

            Amenadiel groaned as he saw that God’s apron said, “Let there be burgers.” And honestly, he didn’t look happy to see his family (a good portion of it, at least.”

            “How rude. I didn’t even get an invitation,” grumbled Lucifer.

            “Not even Gabriel’s e-vite?” said Amenadiel.

            “Well, she emails too much. I send her straight to spam,” said Lucifer.

            “God texted me,” said (Y/N).

            Amenadiel and Lucifer looked at them in surprise.

            “Hey!” A new angel popped up beside them, and Lucifer and Amenadiel jumped. “Heard you talking about me. Long time no see. Glad you could make it.”

            That must be Gabriel, thought (Y/N).

            “Archangels, assemble,” said Gabriel. “Azrael says hi, wishes she could be here, but you know, no rest for the Angel of Death.”

            “Hey, Gabriel,” said Lucifer and Amenadiel with a sigh.

            “So, you’re the new one,” said Gabriel, looking at (Y/N). She looked them up and down. “Not what I expected, not that we really had any expectations since, I mean, how can there be a new angel when not even Amenadiel’s baby is a full Celestial, but I guess the…look matches Lucifer’s whole ‘Hell’ vibe.”

            (Y/N) crossed their arms. They wore their binder, a red knit tank-top overtop, and baggy, patchwork jeans. Belts and a few chains hung around their hips, their usual necklaces hung around their neck, and several gold pieces hung from their ears. The black markings on their arms and neck were clearly displayed.

            “How did you turn out to be an angel? Huh? Spill everything,” said Gabriel.

            “(Y/N), I’d suggest not telling anything to the Angel of Gossip,” said Amenadiel.

            “It’s Angel of Messages, but whatever,” said Gabriel. “And everyone’s going to be asking. It’s not everyday there’s a new Celestial or that Lucifer gets a kid—he hates them—or that both happens or that the Apocalypse nearly starts because of said kid Celestial or that they’re still just standing there like nothing happened.”

            (Y/N) bristled at the reminder and the idea of everyone asking about them. They were suddenly aware of the curious looks their way. Lucifer stepped towards them protectively.

            “If they want to know my child, they can act like normal people, not the terrible gossips they are,” said Lucifer. “So, Gabriel, stop talking about them.”

            Gabriel held up her hands. “My bad, sorry, sorry. Geez. I can get plenty of hot gossip without that, anyways. Have you heard? Dad’s getting old, and He’s losing it.”

            “Who told you that?” said (Y/N), feeling something off.

            “Michael,” said Gabriel.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes, and Amenadiel and Lucifer looked at each other worriedly. Michael was spreading quite the bit of information. It made sense to tell everyone about (Y/N) since then he could have the satisfaction of having the Antichrist disliked, and he still didn’t like them. But why would he spread such things about God?

            “At first we were like, ‘What? No way!’ But then we heard that Dad was making people sing, turned Himself mortal, lost His powers, exploded a human,” said Gabriel.

            What was that last one?

            “He put the human back together again,” said Lucifer, grimacing.

            “Can we please talk about the immediate problem here?” said Amenadiel. “Like all of us Archangels gathered here on Earth, out in the open, for all of humanity to see?”

            “I already told it’s LA. No one will care,” said (Y/N).

            “Anyway, if you will excuse us, sister, we would like to have a chat with dear old dad,” said Lucifer.

            They tried to step forward, but another angel stepped out. Amenadiel grinned.

            “Remiel,” he greeted.

            (Y/N) stiffened slightly since that was the angel who had once considered taking them and Charlie to the Silver City.

            “It’s good to see you, brother,” said Remiel, smiling and hugging Amenadiel.

            “Sister,” greeted Lucifer.

            Remiel glared, but it wasn’t like Lucifer was particularly happy either after she tried to take (Y/N) away. Her eyes landed on (Y/N).

            They raised a hand. “Hey.”

            Hesitantly, since she didn’t know how much the Antichrist knew about what she’d been sent to Earth to do once, Remiel said, “Hi.”

            Lucifer took (Y/N)’s arm and guided them forward again towards God, but another angel interrupted their path.

            What is it with angels and always getting in the way of things? grumbled (Y/N).

            “Who invited the Devil and the Antichrist to our gathering of angels?” said the aggressive angel, glaring at Lucifer and (Y/N).

            Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, and his protective hold on (Y/N) tightened. “Brother Zadkiel, still taking your Angel of Righteousness role too seriously, I see.” He smiled. “I’d suggest you watch your tone when speaking to me and my family or that righteousness will become rudeness.”

            Zadkiel tsked. “I knew it was a mistake of Gabriel to send out the invitation to everyone, even the rabble.”

            “How dare you,” said Lucifer, his eyes glowing red.

            (Y/N) put their hand on their dad’s arm and smiled at Zadkiel. “Actually, I got an invitation from Grandpa Himself.” They made sure to use the familial term to stick it to Zadkiel. “So if you kick me out, it’s going against His will. Don’t want to do that, do we?” They grinned.

            Zadkiel furrowed his brow and faltered at the fact that the Antichrist Michael had been telling everyone was dangerous and evil had been asked personally by their father to come to the cookout.

            Lucifer grinned proudly at (Y/N)’s response. “If you’ll excuse us.” He pushed past Zadkiel with (Y/N), and Amenadiel gave Zadkiel a disappointed look due to his rudeness.

            “Hello, my sons, grandchild,” said God, smiling at them all as they approached the barbecue. “Welcome to my retirement party. Can you smell what I’m cooking? I learned that phrase from Linda.”

            “Please tell me you haven’t taught Him any slang,” said Lucifer quietly to (Y/N).

            “Nope, if He says He’s in His retirement era or something, it wasn’t me,” said (Y/N).

            Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief before he returned to speaking to God. “Dad, I thought your retirement was supposed to be a secret.”

            “It was, and thank you for keeping it,” said God.

            “Father, we couldn’t find you after you disappeared from Lucifer’s penthouse,” said Amenadiel. “Were you off planning your retirement?”

            “Oh, I should do that, shouldn’t I?” said God.

            “I vote sit on a beach and turn water into wine,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            God chuckled. “Not a bad idea.”

            “So, Dad.” Gabriel popped up. “Since you’re retiring, there’ll be a new you, right? Who’s it gonna be?”

            At the words, other angels began to form a crowd. Everyone wanted to understand what would happen with God retiring.

            “If it’s a secret, whisper it in my ear, I won’t tell a soul,” said Gabriel.

            No one believed that.

            “It’s obvious who will replace Father,” said Remiel. “It’s Amenadiel.”

            “Yes!” cheered one angel, and a few others nodded in support. No one seemed to dispute it too much.

            “Well, actually, it’s not going to be Amenadiel,” said Lucifer. “It’s going to be the handsomest of us all.”

            (Y/N) made the smart decision to take a step out of the crowd so they weren’t in the line of fire after the next announcement was dropped.

            “Hanjobiel?” said Gabriel.

            I’m going to start laughing at these names soon, thought (Y/N).

            God seemed to smother a grin.

            “No, not Hanjobiel,” said Lucifer, exasperated. “It’s going to be me.”

            “What?” said Gabriel as murmurs started up.

            “No,” said Zadkiel.

            “Amenadiel, tell him it’s you,” said Remiel.

            Amenadiel smiled. “Remi, I’m sorry. But Lucifer has my full support.” Lucifer had such a surprised smile on his face. For a moment, their brotherly love was apparent.

            “How can that be?!” said Zadkiel. “Of all the angels that are worthy—”

            “Who is more qualified than me? Good point,” said Lucifer. “I ran Hell for millennia. Have any of you run your own kingdom? Even so much as a taco truck? Didn’t think so.”

            “Brother, you know I’ve always followed your lead, okay?” said Remiel to Amenadiel. “But I cannot support the Fallen One.”

            And yet he’s the only one who’s ever learned from a mistake and not remained a condescending ass like the rest of you, thought (Y/N), the shadows at their feet twitching.

            God raised a brow.

            “Father, this is your choice,” said Zadkiel. “Not theirs. Tell us who you choose to be your successor. Please.”

            Everyone clamored in agreement.

            God just raised His hands. “Children, children. Please, one thing at a time. My retirement plan, then my successor. But first, who wants another hotdog?”

            Still, despite Him giving out more food and people spreading out, the whispers and quiet bickering were clear. (Y/N) watched from the side and tsked. It was crazy to think these were powerful angels. They just felt like arguing siblings, as annoying and normal as humans.

            “It seems my children are determined to bicker today,” sighed God, standing beside (Y/N).

            “Siblings are like that,” said (Y/N). “That’s what my friends tell me.”

            “I hope that they will learn to get along once I retire,” said God.

            “I know you want that, but I think until the whole successor thing is handled, they’re going to be on edge,” said (Y/N).

            God sighed. “I’m afraid you’re right.” He looked at them. “You don’t seem invested.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I’m not. Other than not wanting a couple of your kids to be God, I don’t particularly mind who becomes God. I just want them to be a good God.”

            “What do you think makes a good God?” said God.

            (Y/N) paused to consider. “Someone who understands humanity and respects people. If they look down on them, they won’t ever do the right thing for them. People would be overlooked. Also, someone who tries to do the right thing in general. There are some people who don’t try to do good in the world and just let it happen randomly. I think God should be someone who actively seeks out a way to help people. And most importantly, I don’t think God should be someone who wants the power of God. They should be someone who wants to be God to serve the world to the best of their ability, not because they’re power hungry.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I just think God needs to be someone who a good head and a good heart.”

            God looked at (Y/N). “And a good head. Wise.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “Yeah.”

            God smiled. “I agree.”

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Writing one shot: Lucifer Morningstar ★

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⋆ ★ Character: Lucifer Morningstar

⋆ ★ Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

⋆ ★ Plot: Lucifer x Artist!Reader

⋆ ★ Requests: Open

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Part 2.

Read Part 1 here ➤

✦ You follow Alastor to Hotel of Redemption, also known as the Hazbin Hotel.

✦ Considering the hotel is run by a princess, you thought it would be grand… not some run down hotel that looks like it’ll fall apart..

✦ It’s perfect. You rarely go to hotels, and when you do, they are all the same. 5 stars and well built. Just looking at the hazbin hotel makes you want to pick up your drawing utensil and draw everything.

✦ “It’s…different.”

✦ Alastor opens the door for you, “I’d knew you would like it.”

✦ Once you walk inside you were greeted by a very energetic blonde demon. “Hello! It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Charlie! Are you here to check in?”

✦ You were wincing at the extroverted energy but nodded. “I guess so…though my goal isn’t exactly to be saved..”

✦ Charlie deflates, but still happy someone wants to Check in. Another person walks up beside her.

✦ “If you aren’t here for that then why are you here?” The person, named Vaggie, questions with crossed arms. Their hotel’s goal is to rehabilitate Sinners so hearing your words made her a bit suspicious.

✦ That’s when Alastor speaks up, doing the introductions for you. “This is Y/n! Also known as the creation demon. An old friend of mine”

✦ You raise a brow at the word friend, but let him continue, too focused on looking at the interior of the place.

✦ “when I told this old friend of mine about your little hotel plans, this demon could not resist coming along to see it, the creation demon does have a heart only filled with the passion of art.”

✦ He finishes, “So They are staying to…make art?..” Vaggie questions with an exasperated face. New people come but never for the reasons she and Charlie wanted.

✦ Alastor shows a knowing smile, knowing that wasn’t the only reason you came, but decided to keep it to himself. “Who knows? They never committed violence or murder, at least that I know of, so who knows what will happen in the future?” He hints at a possible redemption.

✦ You roll your eyes, neutral about it but his words only seem to make Charlie energetic again. It’s not so bad, it reminded you of a certain someone. She looked almost exactly like him.

✦ Then suddenly, Charlie gasps. “Wait! I know you!” She spoke in realization.

✦ “You were the one who painted my family portrait years ago!”

✦ Charlie now remembers her teenage days, sitting while smiling with her parents on either side of her, she thought it would take hours for the painter to paint the portrait but the creation demon made it in only 10 minutes. Though the painter left, barely conversing with her parents after giving the, the art piece.

✦ “Yes.. but, now that I’m looking around…what..is that?” You point to a banner that read:

✦ ‘Welcome back daddy!’

✦ Not to mention other Sinners being busy at the moment baking cookies and setting up streamers.

✦ Charlie’s eyes widen in realization. “Right! My father is coming in an hour!” She proclaims, forgetting for a moment what she had been doing before.

✦ Both you and Alastor tilt your heads in slight confusion.

✦ “Lucifer is coming?”

✦ You and Alastor spoke in unison.

✦ The timing couldn’t be more perfect than this.

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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 9:

"Charlie!"

"Hey dad- oh!" She couldn't help the laugh that was squeezed out of her as her father hugged her.

Picking his big girl up while hugging her, Lucifer smiled up at her. She was so grown... "It's so good to see you."

Giggling down at him, she got back on her feet. He sure was stronger than he looked. When was the last time she had seen him use that strength? "It's good to see you too, dad. And welcome to The Hazbin Hotel." A proud smile graced Charlie's face as she showed him the nicely decorated lobby along with her group of friends. She was so grateful for all the work they had put into putting this together.

Before Lucifer could go explore, he was distracted by his precious little kitty coming to greet him. He couldn't resist showing her some love. "Hello Keekee. It's been a while since I last seen you. Oh! Razzle. Dazzle. Look how much you haven't grown. Still fun sized! Are you taking care of my wittle girl? You better be."

This? This was the King of Hell? This small, easily distracted, goofball? Alastor couldn't believe this. He expected much more from the all the rumors he heard about the royals. Suffice it to say, he was not impressed. 

"Wow... this place looks- uh... uh huh..." Lucifer was having a hard time coming up with something nice to say about the hotel. It was worn down and interestingly decorated. But this was Charlie's space, and he didn't want to be rude. Not his style but it wasn't his house, so he wasn't gonna complain. "It's got a lot of character. Oh! What in the unholy hell is that?!"

"Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?"

"And you are?"

"Alastor." Appearing behind the king, the radio demon was already amused by his reactions. The expressions he made; how quick he was to turn around when he appeared behind using his shadow. This was going to be fun. "Pleasure to be meeting you, sire, quite a pleasure. It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life."

Did this guy just shake his cane then wipe his hand off after? Lucifer made a mental note to ask Charlie about that later. Who was this Alastor guy anyways? Turning to Charlie for answers, he didn't get a chance to ask anything before the sinner continued.

"I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast." 

God. Everything about this guy screamed overconfident alpha! Honestly, he had heard about the broadcast. Him and Charlie stumbled upon it once when she still lived with him and decided they liked it well enough to have it play as background noise to make the palace feel less empty. But against his better judgement, his instincts had him lashing out. "Nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Hazbin Hotel, ah ha-ha."

"Hahaha, it was actually my idea."

"Haha! Well, it's not very clever!"

"Haha! Fuck you."

"Okay!" Stepping in, the princess separated the two before things could escalate. When was the last time she had seen her dad like that? It didn't make- oh no. "Uh... Alastor. Are you wearing any scent patches?"

"Hm? No. Should I be?"

"Charlie, it's okay. Scents don't usually bother me much. If you guys are fine with his scent being out it's not a big deal." Lucifer knew that his own scent could be overpowering, especially since it had soured over the years, so he made sure to wear them to the hotel. Slowly let the people there get used to his scent instead of hitting them all at once with it. He learned his lesson from last time. 

"Oh. O-Okay. If you're sure. Just let me know if any scents bother you and we can see about how to adjust you to them."

"Sounds good, kiddo." This was honestly going better then he thought it would. Aside from that bastard alpha. Though... it was kind of fun being able to spat with someone like that. Because of his second gender and status as King of Hell, most people either coddled him or feared him. It was a nice change of pace. Not to mention how nice he smells- oh fuck. No. Nononono!

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*A HAZBIN HOTEL AND SUPERNATURAL CROSSOVER*

Characters: Sam, Dean, You, Alastor (Charlie and others mentioned)

A/N: ❗️Supernatural Spoiler if you haven't seen Season 5 ❗️ (there is one reference from an episode from this season but it’s not major) ALSO Dean and Alastor are two of my favorites and they are so hot so why not write something like this!! Enjoy (:  -

Summary: After trying to fight Gabriel, he sends you and the Winchesters to a hell that you aren’t familiar with. Finding the hotel, you and the two brothers decided to check it out. Only that your eyes seem to be for a certain radio demon, and the demon loves making Dean jealous.

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You were in the middle of a battle with the archangel Gabriel. It wasn’t going well; you were thrown across the room and your back hit the wall. Dean had Gabriel in a chokehold himself. Sam was struggling to get up after the cut on his leg. Suddenly with a blink in an eye Gabriel snapped his fingers and a blinding flash, the Winchesters and you, their steadfast ally, were torn from the battlefield and thrust into an entirely different realm. 

You found yourselves in what you believed was hell. But it was way different. There was no Crowley, what the hell? The three of you saw these things. They weren’t human, running from something. The two brothers and you shared confused looks. 

"What the hell just happened?" Dean exclaimed, his eyes darting around as he instinctively reached for his weapon. You sighed. “Gabriel snapped us somewhere just like-” You began but Sam interrupted. 

“I am not doing that game show again.” Sam grumbled. 

“I guess we should look around, maybe something will get us back home.” You said and the two brothers nodded, and you led the way through the horrid streets of this version of hell. 

The three of you stopped in front of a fairly large hotel. It was a very nice hotel to say the least. As the three of you walked into the hotel, a fairly tall blonde girl walked over to them with a bubbly personality. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” She stepped back and the three of you looked in and around the room. There was a pink spider, a part cat and part bird at the bar. You three just gave each other confused looks.

“Come on in! We have plenty of room!” The girl said. As she followed the two tall men and the girl further in the room. She had introduced her as Charlie Morningstar, the daughter of Lucifer. Dean and Sam looked at each other. You decided to venture more into the large lobby but suddenly someone appeared in front of you, and you bumped into them.

They were wearing a red striped overcoat and were much taller. 

“Sorry.” You said with a slight pink tint to your cheeks, Dean noticed this and glared.

"It's quite alright, my dear," Alastor said with a disarming smile, his voice smooth as silk. He bent down to your level, a gesture both charming and unnerving.

Dean's jaw clenched as he watched the interaction, a flicker of protectiveness crossing his features. His eyes narrowed as he observed the way Alastor seemed to captivate you with his presence. Before any tension could escalate, Sam stepped forward, breaking the momentary spell. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, his voice steady, "But can you tell us where we will be staying?” He slung his bag over his shoulder.

“Who the hell are you?” Dean said. 

“Alastor! The Radio Demon, pleasure, quite a pleasure!” Their attention went back to Sam." Ah! I believe I'll be personally giving you the grand tour." Alastor said and his smile widened, and you found yourself blushing again. Dean’s fist clenched. “Perfect” you had replied as you looked into his crimson eyes. Dean cleared his throat and Alastor looked over at Dean and his smile widened.

“Shall we begin our tour?! Follow me.” Alastor replied as he spun on his heels and had his arms behind his back still with his permanent smile. You were smiling ear to ear as you walked next to the radio demon. Dean's scowl deepened at the proximity between you and Alastor. With each step the Radio Demon took towards you, Dean's patience wore thin. Finally, as Alastor closed the distance even further, Dean reached his breaking point. In one swift motion, Dean stepped forward, placing a protective hand on your hip as he positioned himself beside you. Alastor's smile faltered for the briefest of moments as he registered the gesture, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his expression. Alastor soon stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Dean and noticed the hand on your hip.

“I’m sorry, is there a problem? Or could I continue this tour?” Dean's jaw clenched; his gaze unwavering. "Just making sure we're all on the same page," he replied, his voice firm.

Alastor's smile returned, though there was a hint of something else in his eyes. "Of course, dear boy," he said, his tone light. "No need for misunderstandings. After all, hospitality is my specialty."

With a flourish, Alastor gestured for you and the Winchesters to follow him, leading the way through the labyrinthine halls of Hazbin Hotel. But as you walked in his shadow, you couldn't shake the feeling of Dean's protective presence at your side, a silent reassurance amidst the uncertainty of this new and dangerous world.

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Two queens and a little princess

Chapter 2: the blood ceremony

No one pov

The day of the blood ceremony has come and dreamer was getting Blair ready to be covered in the blood of the family members on Marceline side of the family

Dreamer: aww you look adorable Blair

Blair:* laughs*

Dreamer:* tickles Blair on her tummy* 

Blair:* laughing*

Marceline: is Blair ready?

Dreamer: yes she is

Marceline: and it looks like Blair is happy

Dreamer: yea she kind of laughs like you 

Marceline:* chuckles* I see why, but we gotta get going

Dreamer:* picks up Blair* ok let’s go

Marceline and dreamer head to the Satanic Temple where everything is prepared and both of their families are there

Lucifer: is Blair ready for this?

Dreamer:* hands Blair to Lucifer* yes she is

Lucifer:* holds Blair* perfect

Dreamer, marceline and Lucifer go up to the stage and stand behind a big tub of blood

Lucifer:* holds up Blair* everyone we gather here today, to celebrate the birth of a New demon and welcome her into the family everyone here demons and angels welcome Blair Morningstar daughter of dreamer angelsin and Marceline Morningstar

Lucifer puts Blair into the blood bath and everyone cheers

Dreamer: will blair be ok?

Marceline: yes she will be in the blood for a minute

Dreamer: do we need to give her a bath when we get back home?

Marceline: yes dear don’t worry too much

Dreamer: I know but like I said I am still a bit confused about your family

Lucifer:* hands Blair to marceline* it is done

Marceline:* hugs blair* I understand and you know I am willing to answer any questions

Dreamer:* kisses Blair on the head* I’m surprised that you’re family is ok with my family being here when they hate each other

Marceline: well I guess they put their differences aside for us

5 years later

Blair:(5) so that’s what happened grandpa Luci?

Lucifer: yep whenever a new demon is born into the family that’s what we have to do

Blair: why?

Lucifer: it’s been so long since I started that I forgot the reason

Blair: ok when will mommy’s be back?

Lucifer: soon they are eating at a fancy restaurant

Blair: why couldn’t I go?

Lucifer: it’s your mothers anniversary

Blair: what’s that?

Lucifer: anniversary is the celebration of something special like today is your mother’s marriage anniversary and your mama took your mother out to a nice restaurant for a dinner date

Blair: so that’s why mama was getting dressed up before she dropped me off here

Lucifer: are you scared of something?

Blair: why?

Lucifer: you sounded a little worried when you ask about your mothers

Blair: I’m scared they won’t come back and that one day they will go away and be in a place I can’t find them

Lucifer:* pats Blair on the head* oh Blair don’t think like that I’m sure your mothers would rather be with you than anywhere else in the entire universe

Blair: I know but I keep having that nightmare

Lucifer: well can’t you angel mother sing away your nightmares?

Blair: yea but I don’t know if it will work

Lucifer: well if you ever have that nightmare again remember to tell your mothers

Blair: ok grandpa

Marceline:* walks into the room* we’re back!

Lucifer: hi marceline

Blair:* hugs marceline* mama!

Marceline:* hugs blair* hi my little raven are you ready to go home?

Blair: yes bye grandpa!

Blair and marceline get into the royal carriage

Dreamer: how was grandma hopes and grandpa Lucifer’s?

Blair: it was fun!

Dreamer: that’s good

Marceline:* pets Blair on the head* she acts a lot like you dreamer

Dreamer:* chuckles* I know dear

Blair: what?

Marceline: nothing little raven

They make it back to the castle and dreamer gets Blair ready for bed 

Blair: but I wanna play with you more mommy!

Dreamer: I know you do honey I wanna have some time with mama didn’t Grandpa explain to you that it’s our anniversary

Blair: he did, but didn’t you guys already spend time together?

Dreamer:* chuckles* I want to have some private time with mama but we can play tomorrow

Blair: ok good night mommy

Dreamer:* tucks Blair into bed* good night Blair

The next day 

Marceline:* kisses Blair on the forehead* have a good day at school sweetie

Blair: bye mama!* walks out the castle*

Marceline: so what did you want to show me yesterday, but never got the chance to? 

Dreamer:* takes out a white and tan dress with big bow on the back* I bought this dress for Blair I know this isn’t the color she likes but they had it in yellow and I know that Blair does not like yellow 

Marceline: aww I’m sure she’ll look adorable in it and she doesn’t like the color we could probably dye it

Dreamer: yeah, that’s why I got the white one I got her some new shoes to 

Marceline: i’m sure she will love it dear

Dreamer: yeah, I’m planning to her tomorrow kind of a late birthday gift

Marceline: yeah, I guess that dress was not in stock on her actual birthday a week ago 

Dreamer: yeah, it wasn’t in stock

A few hours later Blair came back from school

Dreamer: welcome back Blair. What did you learn today? 

Blair: I learn how to paint* hands dreamer a painting of dreamer and Marceline* I made this for you and mama! 

Dreamer:* takes the picture* awww thank you sweetie I have a gift for you too 

Blair: really?

Dreamer: yes well it’s a late birthday gift but I’m sure you will love it so close your eyes

Blair:* closes her eyes* ok!

Dreamer:* hands Blair the dress and shoes* OK open your eyes!

Blair:* open her eyes and hugs the dress* thank you mommy I love it!!

Dreamer: you’re welcome little raven I know you don’t really like white and peach colors on a dress but that was the only color they had besides yellow if you want to we can dye it if you want 

Blair:* hugs dreamer* it’s OK mommy I love it either way! 

Dreamer:* hugs Blair* you’re welcome little raven

Marceline: see? I told you she would like it

Dreamer: I know, and she drew us a picture at school today

Blair:* shows Marceline the picture* here mama!

Marceline: awww that’s so cute little raven

Blair:* holds up the dress* look what mommy got me!

Marceline: aww you will look adorable in that you can wear it tomorrow

Blair: I know, and I will! 

The next day dreamer is helping Blair get her new dress on

Blair: it’s very soft!

Dreamer: really? I was worried it be a bit itchy on you

Blair: no it isn’t the shoes are really comfortable to!

Dreamer: that’s good!

Blair: can you put my hair up into space buns?

Dreamer: yes little raven

Blair: thanks mommy! 

Dreamer finishes getting Blair dressed and puts Blair’s hair up

Dreamer: awwww you look so cute 

Blair: thank you mommy!

Marceline: have a good day at school little raven

Blair: bye mommy and mama I promise not to ruin the dress!

Blair started walking to school and makes sure not to get the dress ripped or dirty she eventually gets to school and a group of girl walk up to her

Blair: can you move lady jade?

Jade(6): not until you tell me where you got that dress!

Blair: my mommy’s got it for me I don’t know what store though

Jade: of course it was your mommy’s who got it!

Blair: is that a bad thing?

Jade: yes because two thing didn’t your mommy’s summon you? So that means you are not biologically made and you need a daddy not a another mommy

Blair: no that means I am biologically made because in order to the spell to work both my mommy’s need to have a dna sample and didn’t your daddy run away on your 5th birthday?

Jade:* embarrassed* well that’s different I had a daddy and you don’t and probably never will have a daddy because your mommy’s think it ok to raise you!!

Blair: At least my mommy’s love me and don’t pass out after drinking juice!!* runs off to class*

Teacher: today class we are going to learn dark magic

End of chapter









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What happens in the Dark part 7

Part 6

Light bathed you, though it did not ease the pain you felt inside, outside, in every last part of you. A hand brushed back the wet hair sticking to your face.

"Be still little one, you are safe here. I will fetch your other half." his voice was thick, yet gentle. the iron cuffs at your wrists fell away. His presence dissapered and though alone you could feel the comfort of him still with you. trying to focus on anything but your pain you waited.

"Alright, brother I'm here, what do you want?" The voice sent a chill through you and you sat up looking into Desire's golden eyes. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the child of...Me." He grinned. "You seem frightened?" Desire cocked his head to one side, looking at you curiously as you backed away from him.

"Desire, What are you doing?" The voice made him spin away from you, his black tail brushing against your curled up knees.

"Death, sister, Any idea what the dear prodigal has called us all here for?"

Death shifted her eyes between her brother and you, her face filled with sarcasim.

"Are you serious?" she shook her head, crossing his path to reach youm holding your shoulders in comfort.

You stayed still in your place beside Death as each of the siblings appeared. Until at last Destruction arrived back, holding Dream tucked under one arm. the red haired man sat his brother down beside you, his weak body matching your own. Together Destruction and Death pushed you against each other.

the gathered Endless waited, watching as swirls of gold dust bellowed around you. The sands of the Dreaming realm engulfed your bodies, lifting you into the air and giving you both a new strength. When at last you both came back to rest on the long green couch all the pain was gone. Dream looked at you, his dark eyes filled with starlight and he smiled.

"Whow." Delirium breathed out, her eyes wide at the sight of you.

"I guess that's what happens with human soulmates." Despair sighed.

You looked around at them all as they stare at you. Uneasy you look back at Dream.

"You have my eyes." He smiled. Desire held a mirrior in front of you, showing you the now black eyes filled with starlight that matched Dreams.

"This is all new to all of us, but we do not have the time to think on it. We know y/n is different, the product of a love spell from Desire makes us one of us, her connection to Dream is well probably a design of someone else." Destruction laughed, "There is something worse. The thing that took y/n is possibly the end of the Endless."

"That's why you've come back?" Death voiced her realisation.

Destruction dropped his shoulders.

"It is him, the worst of all and we have more guests to welcome before I can explain." he gestured toward a stone archway where a tall woman in a long red dress stepped through, another woman with only half a face followed her. The Endless greeted Lucifer Morningstar one by one; though the meeting was stiff with Dream.

The next to arrive was Micheal, a winged man who had a clear problem with Lucifer and to you looked like a male version of her. He was followed to two very large bearded men, a woman with four arms and blue skin and then a woman, her skin was smooth and her dark hair fell down over the white dress. You felt Dream stiffen beside you.

"Oneiros." She held her hands out to him.

"Colliope." Dream did not resipcate the offer but simply nodded his head. The Muse looked at you, her breath hitching.

"I am happy for you." she spoke quietly before moving to sit on the opposite side of the white room. Well you assumed it was a room, everything was white except the sofas and the archway. More and more people joined the congregation, Morpheus lent toward you, explained who each person was. This was a gathering of representatives from each religion and mythos throughout history.

"Now we are all here, I have graive news for you all. The maker's nightmare has gotten free. Gremory is in the waking realm." Destruction spoke.

"Are dreams not your expertise?" Lucifer sarcastically grinned at Dream.

"This nightmare predates us all. He is the exact opposite of our maker. Pure chaos, it will take more than one of us to defeat him." The Thunder God of the Norse reminded her.

"What does he want?" Death asked.

"I don't know for sure, but he is starting with taking down the Endless and it started a long time ago. This original nightmare, tore this young girl from a human life and forced her into darkness. He has tried to twist her heart into his own evil. Luckily I belive her connection to Morpheus and Desire are what kept her from falling to his spell. It was he who sent Jeffery into your path, my girl." Destruction patted your knee.

"How did he get out?" Shangti of the Chinese asked.

"It was me." You look up at Shangti then to Destruction who gave you a sas smile. "When I was small, and my parents left I made a wish, I suppose having the blood of Desire running though me I mannifested my fears." tears began to well in your eyes. All around you the crowd began to talk amongst themselves. Dream folded your hand into his and gave it the gentlest of squeezes.

"I need you all to return to your realms and serach for any way of fighting agaisnt Gremory. He needs to be stopped."

Everyone agreed and slowly drifted back throught the archway. Desire stood crossing the room to his brother.

"Dream, I need you to know I had no idea any of this would happen. I granted a desire that was all." his eyes glanced to you momentairily and you knew from that look the golden eyes you had seen in the darkness were not this person. "If you would both let me, I would like to know you, y/n? You are afterall my child in a way." Desire swallowed the saliver that was building in his mouth. You nod.

"I would like that." You reply. Dream stayed silent, holding your hand tight in his. Once alone, Destruction turned to the two of you.

"Go back to your reealm and fortifie it, Dream. He is the Chaos nightmare and as so can travel to realm of dreaming as he can any of the Endless."

"Does this mean you are back, my brother?" Dream asked. his brother raised his shoulders and sighed.

"For now."

Part 8

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This is a work of art!!! I would like to see Luci interact with the characters that are in the hotel more, they might become his friends too!!!

Vaggie and Luci being both fallen angels so they rely on each other but also Luci would wholeheartedly welcome Vaggie to the Morningstar Family and constantly ramble about how they both love Charlie so damn much. Overprotective as hell and I would love to see Luci help out Vaggie more with her wings and so she could practice her flying a bit more.. if she's open enough she could tell him what happened in details with Lute and well Adam, giving her comfort and treat her as his own daughter (we love dad Lucifer don't we)

Angel Dust and Lucifer not being close at first until Luci notices that Angel is quite a good guy and a strong one, as he slowly builds up a respect for him and he'll make sure to protect him at all cost like he'll protect all of Charlie's friends. Angel thinks very deeply about if he should tell the king himself about his deal with Val, but.. he doesn't want Charlie to get hurt- even if Luci is the most powerful being we don't know the power that comes with contracts yet. so he'll just keep his mouth shut but he would feel slightly bad that Charlie's dad isn't aware of what the fuck Val did to her.

Niffty and Luci wouldn't be that close but I think he finds it hilarious that some silly crazy lil girly is the one who killed Adam at the end of the day so every now and then he'll offer her some duckies and pancakes- whatever she likes because he can create anything. He'll smile just just slightly when he see her interact with Alastor, giving the look of 'huh, I guess that guy still has friends after all'.

I just like to headcanon that Luci would get quite comfortable inside the hotel and oh! He'll give ducks to everybody! Might as well leave that obscure lonely office of his and fill up all the hotel inside with rubber duckies!!

And well Lucifer and Husk? Anyone can rely on the old bartender who seen it all, I mean Luci doesn't like unholy shit but he'll realise slowly that Husk doesn't just give wine, but peek comfort and incredible understanding and empathy as they quite close enough to the point that Lucifer starts to respect Husk too and the feeling is mutual, he'll appreciate how much Husk can see right through someone's bullshit and they both share a dislike toward Alastor so more things in common!! Heard before that Husk might have liked magic in the past or is a magician so heck yeah Luci might as well show off his powers or they can both play some cards and Luci would talk to Husk about Lulu World that he could give him a job there but that's when Husk tells him that him and Niffty are actually owned by Alastor's soul and well Luci realised that he really really don't know much more about the people inside the Hotel.

He would be surprised at first and feel awkward that everyone was aware of Charlie's daddy issues until he'll participate in the trust activities too and it'll be like a bit of a therapy of him, not going to fully heal his depression but he's trying his best.

(I have no idea if Charlie knows about Luci's depression but I feel like if she ever find out in their group therapy sessions she'll be devastated and understand more and more was a distant father, yes it still doesn't excuse I guess his absence because a parent is still a parent but she'll feel more closer to her dad and would want to help him out by staying with him forever as much as he desires. Poor guy is dealing with so much and have to also deal with Lilith not being by his side.)

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Sobbing cutely while staring at his ring as Husk pat his back while others were hiding because they were worried about Luci and started to care deeply about him too 'Sniff- sniff... I miss my wife.. come back home please..'

I have so many comic ideas omg... We gotta make more content of the characters.

I'll write more about Alastor and it'll include how I want Lucifer's and Alastor's relationship to be (nope not the ship guys Lucilith otp).

The Greatest Showcat! [Lucihusk/Royalflush]

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This is the official Masterpost for the Rottmnt/Grey Wolves/OL Alternate Universe; Hell's Heros.

This AU is based in the universe surrounding the fic If Not For Me.

This Tumblr will contain major spoilers for the fanfiction.

The turtles discover a Fallen Angel injured in battle and it is revealed that they are connected to her through Fate itself in the form of a soul bond between her and Donatello.

They are thus pulled into a holy war.

Don and Leo were both killed, not at the same time. Don was first, his soul entered Heaven where he resided in complete ignorant bliss for

Link here. Warning. The fic is rated Explicit. Not for minors.

|| Summary ||

Welcome to Hell! Quite literally. You will find it's not quite as bad as you would think. Unless you are a damned soul. Then...yea it's pretty bad for you.

The turtles themselves have all been sucked into the world of holy and unholy affairs. Through no real fault of their own. It was Fate.

In Hell there is a certain hierarchy. With, I'm sure you guessed it, the Lord of Hell on top. Lucifer Morningstar.

Below him by a hair is his daughter, Luciana and below her is her husband - none other than your friendly (or not so much) genius terrapin himself, Donatello.

The head of the Royal Guard, Draconia, can escort you around or her husband can too if you prefer a more laid back hoat, Leonardo is much better at making newcomers feel welcome.

Raphael and Michelangelo spend the majority of their time in the mortal realm currently since they are still alive in the traditional sense of the word.

Other than that scroll on down for some more info.

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Royals ;

Lucifer Morningstar - Lord of Hell, the first Fallen.

Luciana Morningstar - Princess of Hell, daughter of Lucifer.

Donatello Hamato-Morningstar - Prince Consort of Hell, husband of Luciana.

Eris Hamato-Morningstar - princess of Hell, daughter of Luciana and Donatello.

Melinoe Hamato Morningstar - princess of Hell, daughter of Luciana and Donatello.

Macaria Hamato-Morningstar - princess of Hell, daughter of Luciana and Donatello.

Royal Guard ;

Draconia Hamato - Head of the Royal Guard,; General, and head Blacksmith, Beta to Luciana.

Leonardo Hamato - husband of Draconia, Lieutenant of the Royal Guard.

Shaydrim - Major of the Royal Guard, mate to Raphael.

Gemino - Major of the Royal Guard, mate to Michelangelo.

Overlords ;

Beelzebub - Ruler of the Lust Ring after the death of Azmodian.

Mammon - Overlord of the Wrath Ring.

Belphagore - Overlord of the Envy Ring.

Donatello - Overlord of Cyberhex, division of the Greed Ring.

Draconia - Overlord of the Forge, division of the Pride Ring.

Nobels ;

Mercury Hamato - daughter of Draconia and Leonardo Hamato.

Fallen ;

Gabriel - brother of Lucifer, mostly oversees the Sloth Ring.

Upper Class Demons ;

Vayil - assistant to Donatello by soul contract.

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Detailed OC bios here.

Detailed descriptions of the Rings of Hell here.

Glossary of Demons, Beasts and Characters; A-I, J-R and S-Z.

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