#when al comes back everyone looks SHOCKED and then (charlie) looks relieved. they thought he was dead or at least going missing again

[notsosmallbean]

Yeah they built Alastor a radio tower to come back to but I couldn't help but notice that it looks a bit... familiar

Am I looking into this too much or is it also a nod to Sir Pentious's ship? Do you think they made the tower as a combination nod to the two demons who (presumably) went down fighting against Adam?

[caffeinerem]

RadioHuskerDust fic

AN: Hi, I decided to write my first individual Hazbin Hotel fic. This fic is on the poly ship of RadioHuskerDust / Alastor X Husk X Angel Dust. I apologize if any of them are out of character. Anyways I hope you enjoy the fic. 

Summary: Months had passed since Alastor had started helping with the hotel. He had always claimed that he only stayed for his own enjoyment and would leave whenever he wished. However he found himself getting more attached to the hotel and the staff there, specifically Husk and Angel Dust. 

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Six months, four weeks, five days, thirteen hours, thirty two seconds and counting. That is how long the radio demon had been helping manage Hazbin Hotel. Alastor hadn’t expected to find as much enjoyment as he did helping with this project. However as time had gone on, he found that he was enjoying being there and specifically growing closer to the staff there. He helped Charlie come up with ideas on the development of the hotel and occasional song development for fun, he helped Nifty with tidying up and sometimes took over the cleaning duties so she could rest, he even started helping Vaggie with the reputation of the hotel. Though the two that he spent the most time around were Husk and Angel Dust. 

Even before the hotel, Alastor always had a bit of a soft spot for Husk. He considered the cat demon to be one of his closest friends and it had been that way for some time. Then Angel Dust came bursting into the radio demon’s life. At first Alastor found Angel rather sex-driven and overly flirtatious. However over time, Alastor got to know Angel better and eventually developed another soft spot this time for the spider demon. Alastor became closer to both of them and enjoyed their company most out of the others at the hotel. He couldn’t quite understand why he had found more enjoyment being with them but he didn’t question much of it. 

Only a few others were surprised when Angel and Husk started dating. The two fit together very well despite being almost opposites in personality. They helped and cared for each other through their issues and pain. The other staff members grew to support the relationship as they saw how it was helping both of them. Especially Alastor who was the most supportive. Though he was surprised how not much changed after that. Angel and Husk still invited the radio demon along to their outings many times as they usually would. Alastor continued to grow closer to the two and supported them. Though what he didn’t realize at first was that they spent more time with him than with the others. He didn’t know this until one day at the hotel.

Alastor was helping Charlie brainstorm new activities for the hotel. The princess of hell was starting to assign different roles to the staff members when she stopped and smiled. “Charming demon belle, I must inquire as to what has caught your thoughts.” The radio demon spoke up with curiosity. 

“Well when I was figuring out the roles I realized I had instinctively put you, Angel, and Husk all together. Since you three have been spending so much time together.” Charlie replied with an even bigger smile. 

“That is true though they often spend time with everyone.” Alastor remarked.

“Yeah but not as much as with you. The three of you have become like three peas in a pod.” Charlie giggled at her own reference. 

This had made Alastor have to step back and ponder the words. The more he thought about it the more he realized that Charlie had been right. He had seen Angel and Husk with the others before but not nearly as much as he had been with them. Though he wasn’t sure why they were choosing to spend more with him then the others. He made a mental note to ask them about it later. For now though he focused on helping Charlie. 

That later time had become the next day as Alastor hadn’t seen them until then. He had been heading to his office in the hotel when he noticed Angel and Husk at the bar together. The radio demon paused for a moment as he remembered his conversation with Charlie. He decided to bring it up and walked into the room. 

“Dusty! Husker! My good friends. How are you on this fine day?” Alastor greeted them as he strolled over to the bar, taking a seat beside Angel. 

“I’m doing just fine, Strawberry. I was just telling Kitty here how I’ve been amazing on the new pole the club has.” Angel spoke.

“You were also saying that there should be a pole here but there’s no way in hell that Charlie or Vaggie is gonna agree to that shit.” Husk remarked from behind the bar.

“That is true as they barely agreed to this bar. I will take your word for your pole dancing skills though.” Alastor replied.

There was a comfortable silence after that as Husk started looking through the different bottles and Angel was checking social media. At this point Alastor decided to bring up the main point he wished to ask them.

“Well I was meaning to ask you two about something. Earlier I was discussing ideas with Charlie when she had mentioned how us three had been spending a lot of time together. I agreed that we had but I suppose I didn’t realize exactly how much. Now I very much enjoy the company of both of you. However I wonder why you two enjoy my company as usually others don’t. The usual reaction to my company is fleeing. Yet you two seem to enjoy it. May I ask why?” Alastor inquired.

Angel Dust and Husk turned to look at each other and seemed to have this silent conversation. After a few moments they both turned back to face Alastor.

“I’ll be honest, sugar, when I first met ya I thought you were a smiling creepy weirdo ‘cause that it seemed like and everyone kept saying it. Now though you’re honestly an alright guy. You’re fucked up but so is everyone else here. You care about others and this place even if you got a weird way of showing it. So yeah I like having you around and I like ya.” Angel spoke with sincerity. 

“I can agree. I know you and I haven’t always gotten along due to a lot of shit but you’re better than a lot of demons in hell. I always thought I couldn’t love but that changed after being here. I care about Angel and I care about you. I know that is true.” Husk remarked.

Alastor sat there for a few minutes as he processed the words. He had become so used to people fleeing and avoiding him. So now he wasn’t sure what to make of the two’s confession of actually liking and caring about the radio demon. His gaze went back and forth between Angel and Husk for a bit before he stood up and looked away. 

“I need to think.” Alastor managed to speak before walking out of the room and heading to his office.

Time passed much later and Alastor had stayed in his office since then. His mind could barely come to a clear stream of thought as his focus kept directing back to the conversation earlier. The way Angel and Husk had spoken to him was full of such sincerity with looks of possible fondness like how they looked at each other. No no he shouldn’t think that way. Though he just can’t seem to let go of that thought. The thought of being with them in possibly more than a friendly way. He tried to insist that he shouldn’t think that way but his mind wouldn’t listen. Polyamory wasn’t new to hell after all. However Alastor never thought he was one for it. He had been in relationships when he was alive but it didn’t feel like how he was feeling now. 

There was a pause as Alastor let out a long sigh. He knew that in order to clear his thoughts he had to go back and talk with Angel and Husk again. A glance at the time told him that the two were likely in their shared room due to the curfew that Charlie insisted on. He went out of his office and strolled down the hallways before eventually stopping at a room. He paused for a moment before giving three precise knocks with a slight rhythm, a habit he had developed. 

A few minutes passed with no response and Alastor began to wonder if they were asleep. Then the door finally swung open to reveal a sleepy looking Angel Dust. 

“Al?” Angel mumbled out as he rubbed his eyes.

“Is that Alastor?” A familiar gruff voice was heard from the room before Husk also appeared in the doorway.

“Sorry for disturbing you two. I just wished to discuss what occurred earlier and explain some things.” Alastor spoke.

Angel and Husk both nodded in understanding and stepped back from the doorway to let Alastor in. The radio demon stepped inside the room and took a moment to collect his thoughts before speaking up again.

“I also apologize for my sudden leave earlier. My mind was in shock and couldn’t process it at the time. However now that I have thought about it there’s a few things I need to make clear.” Alastor paused for a moment.

The other two demons listened intently and waited for Alastor to continue. 

“Now as I spoke of earlier, I enjoy the company of you two and the growing friendship with it. I could go on for weeks about how I care about each of you. However as this went on, I realized my own feelings were more complex than I first thought. I had also realized how I enjoyed being around you two more than others. At first I considered this because of how close I felt with both of you. Then eventually I realized it wasn’t that simple. There is something different about you two and I don't entirely understand what it is. All I know is that my emotions toward both of you are different, intense, and more caring.” Alastor explained.

There was a long pause before either of them responded.

“Al baby, can we hug ya?” Angel finally spoke up with a smile.

Alastor looked at both of them and found looks of acceptance and mutual feelings. He gave a nod before being pulled into a group hug.

The radio demon let out a relieved sigh as he relaxed in the embrace of the two other demons.

“I know we’re all probably gonna have to talk about this later but I am damn exhausted. So let’s just talk in the morning.” Husk remarked with a yawn. 

“Right I understand. I shall talk with both of you in the morning.” Alastor replied before starting to leave.

However Alastor was stopped by someone grabbing his arm. He looked over and saw Husk stopping him. 

“You don’t have to leave you know. You can just rest with us if you want.” Husk spoke before letting go of his arm.

Alastor thought for a moment before nodding in agreement. He slipped off his coat, tie, and shoes then walked over to the bed. Angel Dust laid down and pulled Alastor and Husk into his arms. The radio demon rested his head against Angel’s chest. Husk did the same and gently rested his claw against Alastor’s who didn’t pull away. 

As the three demons started to fall asleep, there was a mutual feeling of peace. This would definitely change things but they knew that it would be a good change. 

[charliesradiodemon]

Charlastor Week Day 6: Hurt/Comfort

(This is a bit different from my usual charlastor-centered works. I’ve recently been interested in Heaven and the angels and what they think about the yearly exterminations and I got an idea for this fic because of it!

I hope you enjoy!)

Hurt/Comfort

The spear raised slowly above the angel’s head. It looked a little worse for wear, but it hadn’t succumbed to it’s injuries just yet.

Despite their best efforts, Charlie and Alastor could only injure the heavenly being. It had bested them both and now they lay on the rooftop of the Happy Hotel, battered and bruised, defeated by a single angel.

It stumbled over to Charlie first, limping slightly. It didn’t seem too concerned with its injuries nor did it make any noise that hinted it felt any serious pain.

Once it made it to its destination, the bloodied being stood above Charlie, who could barely move an inch.

She couldn’t give up now. She had to move, she still needed to save the hotel and Alastor. Everyone was depending on her to keep them safe, and Charlie couldn’t bear the thought of losing her friends.

With a groan, she lifted herself up from her prone position slightly, coughing weakly. Despite the slow pace the angel limped at, It was far too late for her to get away. When she looked up, she found that the angel was already there and ready to strike her down. She needed to get up. Even if she didn’t make it out of this extermination, she could at least slow the angel down until the bell tolled.

But then she collapsed before she could push herself up all the way. The angel loomed, holding the spear at the ready while watching its prey helplessly exert itself on the ground.

It was truly a pitiful sight that was too much to bear, even for the angel. It was time to put the demon out of her misery and bring her salvation.

The spear fell quickly and Charlie couldn’t do a single thing to get out of the way. Tears pricked her eyes as she shut her eyes and waited for the blow to come.

‘Alastor I’m so sorry...’

But it never came.

A spray of blood mixed with a low grunt caught her attention. When her eyes shot open, a new surge of adrenaline rushed through her, giving her enough strength to twist her expression into anguish. With an audibly panicked gasp, Charlie found Alastor knelt before her with a long thin spear sticking straight out of his back.

He was still smiling at her even as the angel removed the weapon with a sickeningly slick sound. Once he looked up to her when he found her unharmed, his smile weakened. “Charlie, go.” He breathed as he fell forward.

Charlie shrieked. “A-Alastor!” Using the rest of her strength, she reached forward and caught the love of her life in her arms. Though she faltered, she quickly recovered when adjusting to his weight.

The angel couldn’t move seeing the demoness uncontrollably sob over the fallen mortal soul. Tears flowed freely as her desperate hands clung to him. “No! No no no no, Al, please!”

But no response came.

The angel stood above them, spear in hand but not at the ready. Instead the heavenly being stared down at them, confused and curious all at once. The damned mortal soul risked his life for another. His selfless reaction was a clear act of love for the bawling demoness that held him. What was most surprising was the fact that she’d seemingly forgotten about the angel that loomed over them, its job still unfinished. Even with the threat still present, she still paid the angel no mind. She could easily be struck down with the demon in her hands, but it didn’t seem to matter to her.

‘This is ridiculous...’ He thought with a shake of his head. He raised his spear, ready to finish the job. But once he took a good look at the female demon’s face, he froze once more.

“You’re not my brother! Not anymore!”

With a cough, the defeated angel before Michael laughed with a pained wheeze. “You sound like father,” he coughed once more and closed his eyes, accepting his fate. “I know I’m a fool Michael. And I know you’ll never understand why I did what I did, but it doesn’t matter anymore,” Lucifer opened his eyes and looked to the side, keeping his gaze fixed on something. Michael didn’t have to look to see what exactly he was staring at, he knew the first woman was watching from afar.

“Get on with it then, Michael. Just don’t hurt her please. This was my doing,” He smiled, even when he knew he was going to die. “Promise me you’ll let her live. It’s the last thing I’ll ever ask of you.” Michael watched his blood brother in horror, completely baffled how even when he laid battered and beaten, he could still smile at the reason he was in this mess. How could he worry about the first woman when he was about to die by his own brother’s hand?

Being a being of love and goodness, Michael instantly recognized the unconditional love his brother had for Lilith. It was the purest love one could feel, something he’d never seen in Hell. That is, until today. Somehow, in the cesspool that is Hell, he’d found it.

And he found it in a demon that looked so much like his brother.

‘No. It couldn’t-‘

The booming toll of a bell caught the angel’s attention. He needed to get back before the portal closed and stranded him in the pit of suffering.

With one last look at the pair, Michael flew away feeling too many things all at once. He had never enjoyed these cleanses, but he had never once felt remorse for participating in them either. He was an angel of mercy and he was so sure that he was granting these sinners mercy by putting them out of their misery. It was just his job as an archangel: to bring mercy to the wicked.

But never had he seen anything as beautiful or pure like love in Hell. Not like this.

‘Lucifer and the first woman... And now his own offspring with a sinner... and that sinner sacrificed himself for her...’ It was mind boggling. No, it was damn near maddening. This challenged everything he believed in.

He crossed the barrier and his wounds instantly healed, causing him to sigh in relief. His foes this year were far stronger than he anticipated.

“Michael? What’s wrong?” A familiar voice broke Michael out of his thoughts. It was his sister and underling Azrael, and she was covered in blood. It was a normal sight for the returning angels to be covered in blood, but it looked as if Azrael bathed in blood of the cleansed.

Michael removed his bloodied mask. “Oh nothing! Just... thinking.”

“Oh? What about?”

“About... Do you think these creatures are capable of love?”

His angelic companion burst into hysterics at the suggestion. “The damned souls? Love? Oh don’t be silly brother,” she sighed, attempting to calm herself a bit. “If they were then we wouldn’t be putting them out of their misery now would be? Father told us that, ‘ if they truly knew love, they wouldn’t suffer.’ We’re just helping them move on from their horrid lives.” She explained as she admired the bloodied tip of her angelic spear with a smirk. It was clear that their job was just a game to her. Michael would have scolded her for her being so callous, but he couldn't help his distracting thoughts from taking over. Then a thought hit him.

If that sinner hadn’t surprise him so suddenly, Michael would have fully impaled him. He wondered if he was still alive. Part of him hoped that he was strangely enough.

And the girl- the girl who looked too much like his fallen brother. She mourned for the sinner, she held him close and shed tears for him. She was too alike Lucifer to be a coincidence. Just like his brother, she cared too much about others to consider her own safety. Had he not hesitated, she would have perished alongside the mortal she seemed to care about. She was certainly Lucifer’s child: a dramatic, hopeless romantic.

For the first time in his existence, Michael quietly prayed for the sinner’s recovery.

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Alastor was not yet dead, but he was losing blood so fast that it was almost inevitable.

The extermination may have been over, but all the hope that remained in Charlie’s heart flowed out of her like the blood of her lover. Alastor’s warm blood oozed out of his back in full force and stained her hand. Guilt, anguish and helplessness hit her harder than the angel ever had. Her tears flowed freely, dripping from her cheek and onto her love’s face. Yet, he wasn’t reacting to it in the slightest.

Again, she was a failure. She couldn’t protect Alastor and instead had to be protected and put him in immediate danger. Now he lay in her arms, beaten and broken. “I’m so sorry Al,” she sobbed, bringing his body as close as she possibly could. “I couldn’t protect you.”

An unbloodied hand suddenly rested on Charlie’s tear-streaked cheek and began wiping the tears away. “Shhh stop crying my love. Crying doesn’t suit you in the slightest.” It was Alastor’s voice, but his voice was warped, making his words came out like static, yet he still sounded so sure in his tone- as if he was sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

“A-Alastor?” She whispered with a sniff. Her eyes widened down at him, her expression unreadable aside from the shock.

He chuckled and nodded slightly. “Yes, I’m still here,” he said calm and cooly. “You can’t get rid of me that easily I’m afraid.” The static died down a bit, clearing his tone ever so slightly.

Charlie’s tears burst from the floodgates with renewed strength. Her heart pounded in her chest, feeling everything from euphoria to relief. “I-I-I th-thought you were dead! I d-d-d-didn’t think you were gonna make it!” Charlie hiccuped, wiping the flooding tears from her cheeks before they overwhelmed Alastor. She wanted to look at him with unobstructed sight, but the relieved tears continued to replace her anguished ones.

“I was very close to it, don’t mistake me. But-“ he gingerly lifted himself out of Charlie’s arms, but immediately collapsed again. Charlie promptly caught him, pressing a hand on his chest to make sure he stayed.

In the moment he got up, Charlie saw it. From the exposed flesh on his back, she saw the inky tentacles that remained gathered right over where his heart would be. It seemed the majority of the flowing blood had come from Alastor’s projections, rather than his own person. They’d taken the brunt of the blow, but Charlie hadn't seen exactly how far the spear went into him. Thankfully though it didn’t seem to be an emergency just yet.

“No, stay here a little longer and relax.” She said sternly before snaking her hand up to his cheek. “You scared the shit out of me. You idiot.” an airy laugh escaped her lips as she brought her forehead to rest on his.

Alastor chuckled in response, suddenly feeling stronger by the second. In this life Alastor hadn’t sustained many injuries, but he knew that this was not normal, not in the slightest. Something must be healing him, but he couldn’t figure out what or how.

But for now it didn’t matter. Everything that did was still here. “I know I’m a fool, darling. But please forgive me, this fool had too much to lose.”

[charliesradiodemon]

Charlastor Week Day 3: Cooking

(I’m cheating here lmao sorry. This one was gonna be the Human AU fic but then I had a better idea for both prompts in terms of direction

Also is this fic about a healthy relationship? Nah.

Warning: contains blood, talking about cannibalism and murder)

Day 3 Cooking 

“Alastor!“ a sharp gasp made Alastor whip his head around to the shack’s door. Blood had splattered across his wicked grin. He found the silhouette of who he recognized was Charlie standing at the door. He couldn’t see her expression due to the outside light behind her obscuring her face, but he could only imagine the delicious horror that graced her features.

The bloodthirst set in once more and the one thing he wanted to see was his lover and prey’s face twisted in horror and despair before her sweet light drained from her eyes.

It was too bad. Charlie was a special gal who was closest to his heart than anyone ever could ever get. In a way he did find a kind of love with her in their three years together. She was always lovely and interesting and the fact that she hadn’t bored him yet surprised him. It certainly was a crying shame that his favorite prey was about to meet her end now that she’d seen too much. He had no doubt that he’d miss her as he savored each delicious piece of her.

Through the obscurity, Alastor could see that she brought her clasped hands to her chest. “You...” she paused.

Alastor approached slowly, a butcher’s knife in hand. “Yes, Charlie?”

She stood in place and didn’t move. While he appreciated her thoughtfulness to not run away and just accept her fate, Alastor was partially disappointed that he couldn’t give chase to the doe. After all, they always tasted best when they desperately fought for their lives. “You’re the New Orleans Butcher...” she whispered just enough for the two of them to hear.

‘She even whispered my secret. What a lovely, thoughtful girl.’

With a wide grin, he replied with confidence. “Yes indeedy! And what are you-“ he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks unable to continue.

Once he was close enough so that the light that obscured her face dissipated, Alastor found a small smile on her lovely face. She even seemed to be suppressing a laugh even.

“And here I was worrying about that...”

His smile remained but faltered slightly at the sight. What about this situation was so funny? Did she not understand what was going on? He almost felt concerned for the strange woman. “Worrying about what my dear?” Why was this so funny to her? She was about to die by her lover’s hand!

“Alastor... I think we’ve been hiding some crazy secrets from each other.”

The man tightened his grip on the bloodied butcher’s knife in his hand. “What do you mean?”

She stepped closer with her relieved smile in place, impossibly calm as she approached slowly. “I’ve been thinking about the future a lot recently. And I know this is selfish of me, but one day I’ll have to leave. And I was thinking, when that time came I’d never see you again. I’ve always wanted to see the good in people and see them go to Heaven, but you... I-I was sure you’d go to Heaven and I’d never get to see you again. And it’s awful, but somehow... I’m relieved,” She was now in front of him, no trace of fear in her eyes. Only a soft smile full of joy and tearful relief. Alastor had no idea how to react. He couldn’t move his legs let alone lift his arm to end the odd woman.

His lover looked up at him, her brown eyes clear even under the dim light. But then she blinked and Alastor could have sworn he’d snapped. Her sclera glowed a brilliant red while the iris was a golden ring around her black pupils. The sound of something sprouting from Charlie’s head took his attention away from her eyes. Two long horns sprouted amongst rapidly growing golden hair.

“M-my word...” Alastor whispered, not knowing what else to say. His heart pounded in his chest, making him feel all sorts of emotions. But none of those emotions were negative in the slightest.

“I’m sorry if this is too much for you. I didn’t want you to see me this way.” Seeing his expression and hearing his tone, Charlie’s gaze fell to the floor in assumed dejection. She probably looked like a hideous monster to him. She acted too hastily and now she had to be ready for whatever came next.

“What are you then, my love?” The words made Charlie’s eyes widen in shock. The term of endearment truly caught her off guard and for a moment she didn’t know what to do other than look back up at him with the same shocked expression he had just a moment ago. “You can tell me Charlie.”

His expression softened back to the smile she was familiar with as if a moment ago he wasn’t planning his next meal around her. His darkened eyes were almost loving. If he was frightened at all, he was good at hiding it.

Charlie clasped her hands together, suddenly feeling awkward and shy. “I-I’m a demon. I’m from H-Hell.”

It came to Alastor as a surprise. She was the single most pure creature to exist. What had she done to earn her eternal damnation? “It can’t possibly be. You’re the sweetest little thing to grace the Earth. Tell me, how is it you ended up in Hell?”

The ease of his questions only surprised Charlie further. It was as if this was just a normal occurrence and he was asking her about her day. “I was born there.” She replied truthfully, attempting to sound natural about it.

Alastor, butcher knife still in hand, placed his free hand on her shoulder and continued, “So when you said you had to go home one day, did you mean that you were going back to Hell?”

Charlie nodded and suddenly she was drawn into his arms. “You silly, sweet girl.” Charlie felt the handle of the butcher’s knife pressing against her back, but she wasn’t worried. She trusted her Alastor, not like the cleaver would harm her anyway. She reciprocated the hug with a small smile until she realized something.

She peered up at him with a questioning look. “And what about you? How long has this been going on?”

Alastor hummed as he thought for a moment. “About seven years or so,” he said casually as if he were just speaking about the weather. It nearly unnerved Charlie that he was so casual and calm about this. Then again, she wasn’t any better with her own secret.

“So I suppose I’ll be seeing you in Hell one day.” He chuckled, pulling away slightly to look her down.

He failed to mention what exactly he did with those he slaughtered. He also failed to mention that Charlie herself would have eventually ended up as another source of food for him once he felt she outlived her entertainment.

“I’ve been here for three. Wow... I never would have suspected!” She pulled out of his embrace, not realizing that she was now covered in blood.

“Yes that is the point, darling. If everyone suspected, well I just wouldn’t be here now would I?” He laughed with a shrug. To his surprise, Charlie let out a closed-mouthed giggle. Then again she was a demon, murder must not mean much to her.

Alastor raised his eyebrows and grinned widely. “So as a demon would you approve?”

“I mean as a demon I’m supposed to. I’m supposed to “tempt” people to sin. But I also don’t necessarily like it. I... really don’t actually.” she said hesitantly as she turned her gaze to the bloodied workbench in the corner. It still held the fresh corpse of a man Charlie couldn’t recognize.

‘What was he going to do with the man? None of the bodies of his victims have ever been found... The only thing the New Orleans Slasher would leave behind were splatters of blood and bits of his victims.’

Alastor belted a hearty chuckle. “You’re not a very good demon, dear.”

“Ah yeah...” she huffed an awkward chuckle as she turned her attention back to her lover in front of her. “My dad’s reminded me of that for a while now...”

“I bet. Now as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, this isn’t the place for that my love,” he nodded to the door and shot her a reassuring grin. “Why don’t you head back in the house and once I’m done out here we can talk.”

Charlie smiled half relieved and half gratefully. She leaned up and kissed the part of his cheek that was free of blood. “Sounds good. Do you want me to make you anything?” Her demonic form dissipated with another blink of an eye, which Alastor watched with full interest before walking back to the workbench.

“Coffee would be nice sweetheart. Oh and I must apologize. It seems I’ve left a mess on you.” he gestured toward her front and Charlie immediately looked down. She jumped in surprise and then sighed.

Charlie pouted and inspected her dress. “Al, you need to be more careful! I’m really not supposed to do this but...” she paused and snapped her fingers. A rush of hellfire consumed her for a split second before revealing a spotless dress on the slasher’s cleaned lover. He was at a loss for words at the spectacle. Charlie let out a content breath and continued, “This is my favorite dress!” She turned and made it back to the threshold before turning back to Alastor, who looked dumbfounded. “Please make sure to wash up before you come back in please? Blood isn’t fun to wash up you know.”

Alastor awoke from his daze. He nearly burst out laughing, but merely chuckled at the odd request. “Yes dear.”

Once the door closed, Alastor went back to work feeling a strange sense of ease, excitement and intrigue all in one sensation. Who was once his prey and simple ingredient was now his confidant. It almost felt good keeping someone who knew of his hobby around strangely enough. Maybe it was the sudden rush of adrenaline?

Or maybe it was because he’d realized that he’d taken a demon for a lover. And while he did genuinely love Charlie in a strange way, knowing now that she was a demon only seemed to spark a new feeling of excitement that he refused to extinguish. “A demon...” he muttered as he cut away at the bone of his latest kill. “The little dear is just full of surprises.”

He made quick work of his preparations. Once he packed and stored his future meal in a natural underground freezer, he wiped off the excess blood from his person, per Charlie’s request. The underground storage was at the peak temperature to store meats now that the first snowfall coated the ground. Properly packed, the human flesh would hold up longer. He’d make a fine meal later, but first he needed to chat with his lovely demon waiting for him.

He found her in the sitting room, reading a book peacefully with a pair of steaming cups beside her. When she heard his footsteps, she looked to the door and smiled. “Your coffee’s waiting for you.”

Alastor took the cup closest to his unoccupied chair and took a sip. “Thank you darling. Now, I hope you know I have plenty of questions. And I’m sure you do too.” he walked to the sofa and set his coffee cup down on the coffee table. He pat the seat next to him, to which Charlie smiled and obliged. He took her hand in her’s and let their clasped hands rest on the cushion between them.

The little demoness turned to face him, looking like she was ready to burst. “Alastor, I actually only have one question for you.”

“Go on.” he replied calmly.

She tensed. Alastor detected this sign of distress but remained unmoved. “Did you... ever feed me human...?” Charlie asked shyly. She prayed that her thoughts were wrong. She pieced together that he probably ate his victims seeing how he put so much care into the butchering of his victims.

“Oh no dear, I would never,” he replied promptly. He felt Charlie relax as soon as he said it. She wouldn’t know how to feel if she found out that she ate human meat. She’d had so many meals at Alastor’s house that once the idea entered her mind, she feared for the worst. “Not only would it be rude to feed it to someone who would not appreciate the taste of human flesh, I am also selfish. I don’t have it often, but I’m willing to share with you if you-“

Once her question was answered satisfactorily, she cut him off. “Nope! No no no thank you!” She shook her head wildly and crossed her arms into an ‘X’. “You can have all of it.” once she finished speaking, she placed her hand back into his grasp and plopped her head onto his shoulders with a sigh.

Alastor chuckled and took another sip of coffee while it still steamed in its cup. “How generous of you, dearest. You’re a demon are you not? I’m surprised that you have an aversion for human flesh!”

“Haha... yeah... I’m just not the biggest fan...”

They spoke for a bit longer before the grandfather clock reminded the pair of the time.

“Oh! I haven’t prepared dinner yet!” Charlie cried. She let go of Alastor’s hand and stood. She made her way toward the kitchen before turning to Alastor. “What would you like for dinner? We still have venison.”

Alastor stood as well and grinned. “Allow me to assist you my love. I’m sure my talents with flesh will help you greatly.”

Charlie scoffed and nodded. “Alright come on funny guy.”

It didn’t feel right, but she was happy. Sure he committed heinous actions, and he probably intended to turn on her one day, but Alastor was still the same Alastor she knew. It was awful but she wasn’t fazed by his hobby for murder and consumption of other humans. Once she was gone, it was inevitable that he’d one day find himself in the fiery pits of Hell and reunite with her. It didn’t matter what he did at this point. As long as he stayed by her side, she’d be content.