#also it’s so funny to me to think of alastor being better at drawing than vox

[notherpuppet]

I just love the idea of Lucifer having to deal with this fucking guy every time he wants to see Charlie

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel fanart #protect charlie #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie #chaggie #charlie hazbin hotel #so many tags lol #killing time til the finaleeee #lucifer hazbin hotel #radioapple #also hc that alastor is good at drawing because of the little drawings of Charlie’s found family during the dad number lol #also it’s so funny to me to think of alastor being better at drawing than vox #but Lucifer being better at drawing than alastor #my doods #appleradio

[vypridae]

gifting you akutagawa and vox‼️‼️

[i feel it should be noted vox autocorrected to box three times]

IM GONNA ASSUME THIS IS FOR THE CHARACTER ASK THING AND IF ITS NOT THEN I APOLOGIZE SO MUCH ACTUALLY (also dw ive typed box thousands of times trying to type vox)

(this got long so under the cut it goes!!)

akutagawa

my first impression

hello when akutagawa showed up i think i actually was like "OH...?" i loved him actually so much (still do)

my impression now

LOVE AKUTAGAWA ... i dont obsess over him like i used to (thats reserved for fyosiglai) BUT I STILL LOVE HIM SO MUCH

favorite thing about that character

oh my god uuhmm im ngl probably his ability lIKE ITS JUST SO FUCKING COOL

least favorite thing

his bangs because theyre IMPOSSIBLE to draw

favorite line/scene

"CALL ME 💥‼️🤬😈DIABLO😈🤬‼️💥"

favorite interaction that character has done with another

probably the uuhh "DONT YOU EVEN DARE... COMPARE ME... TO THIS GUY!!" just cuz im sskk trash

a character that i wish that character would interact with more

CHUUYA !!!! 100% CHUUYA CHUUYA CHUUYA !!!!! HAVE THEY HAD ANY INTERACTIONS AT ALL???

another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

oooh uuuuhh i really dont have a lot ... uuh fuck hmm. i dont actually think ive ever seen a character thats reminded me of akutagawa for any reason?? or that akutagawa's reminded me of, at least

a headcanon about that character

GRAYSEXUAL DEMIROMANTIC AKUTAGAWA . also he has a soft spot for animals but refuses to ever tell anyone ever

a song that reminds of that character

DOES IT COUNT IF ITS A SHIP SONG ??? i can't fix you (yes the fnaf song) atsushi singing about akutagawa . this is partially because i was searching for sskk ship playlists a few years back and that song just was int he playlist and igot fucking JUMPSCARED

an unpopular opinion about that character

hello i dont think i have one BHABHASH im really bad at having opinions that arent what everyone else thinks i go with the crowd

favorite picture

he just looks so ethereal here give me a break ...

vox

my first impression

when vox had like 0.2 seconds of screentime in the pilot i remember being like "ooh neat dude. why does he have a tv for a face"

my impression now

OH MY GOD. POOKIE PIE BOYFAILURE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ES AWFUL AND I LOVE HIM

favorite thing about that character

dont make me cHOOSE ... im ngl probably the fact that hes like, "you cant go around doing drastic things over angel dust because what about our image as the vees" and then proceeds to do exactly drastic things as soon as he hears alastor is back BAHAJASKGHAJK

least favorite thing

DO I HAVE ONE ?!??? I ... CANNOT THINK wait i thought . the way the fandom characterizes him as so much better than val . NO HE IS NOT !!!!!! val has been shown doing awful things but vox is almost if not equally as bad as he is, just in different ways . fucker told pentious to khs of COURSE hes not good uwu boy PLEASE UNDERSTAND THIS *shaking the fandom aggressively by the shoulders* PLEASE

favorite line/scene

I HAVE SEVERAL IM LISTING SEVERAL

+ after alastor absolutely kicks his ass in stayed gone and he goes "FUUHUUHUUUUUUCK!!!!"

+ "NO!!! FUCKYOUFUCK YOU FUCK YOOOUU!! PUSSY!!" from ep 8

+ "THIS IS BETTER THAN SEX!!!" and the look val gives him in ep 8

+ "I AM SO ! HARD ! RIGHT ! NOW !" while alastor is dying in ep 8

ALL OF HIS SCENES ARE AMAZING THO I LOVE HIM LITERALLY SO MUCH

favorite interaction that character has done with another

MAKING OUT WITH VAL. I REST MY CASE.

a character that i wish that character would interact with more

again, i have a few, those being velvette (which im sure we'll see in s2), alastor (because its funny) and shockingly angel dust (im curious to see if theres jealousy there because he has a lot of val's attention a lot of the time)

another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

in my head vox is just a waay fucked up version of sigma and i dont really know why

a headcanon about that character

i like to imagine that vox's hat has his tv antenna so its like al's mircophone that lets him have more range, if he takes his hat off he buffers and glitches like CRA Z Y so he never takes it off because antenna !

a song that reminds of that character

ive never listened to it myself but thanks to a friend assigning voxval i like u by niki i am forever going to associate that song with them (im gonna go listen to it . at some point)

an unpopular opinion about that character

HES NOT BETTER THAN VAL !!!! its not really an unpopular opinion at this point BUT LIKE . HES AWFUL LIKE VAL IS i know i talked abotu this earlier BUT LIKE ITS JUST RBRHBRHRRHR WHEN PEOPLE SAY "NOO VAL IS AWFUL VOX DESERVES BETTER" NO HE DOESNT!!!!! VOX AND VAL ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY ARE BOTH ABSOLUTE SHITHEADS TO EVERYONE ELSE (minus velvette)

favorite picture

DONT. MAKE ME CHOOSE

this one holds a particular place in my brain tho cuz he looks like hes like "WHO CARES WHERE ALASTOR WENT !!!!! RIGHT GUYS!!?!?? RIGht!????!?!??" hes so desperate i love him so fucking much ALSO THEIR FACES AHASKJGFAHSJKFG "NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN"

#xanbox #vox #ryuunosuke akutagawa #bsd #hazbin hotel #ask game

[oddlyhale]

As much as I begin to see the horrors of RWBY fndm and how crazed BB fans can be, there'll probably be no comparison to the psychotics I had to deal with in the HH fndm.

While I can totally find myself being tolerant with all RWBY ships, there's something territorial when it comes to HH ships. It's a different beast on its own, especially with the popular artists that can and will control their fanbase.

Boy do I have a tale of 2020 that had me deal with the mental gymnastics these wild shippers put me through. The sheer hypocrisy, the fear fans had of standing up to them, the collective harassment.

In a synopsis, before we start:

Hi, my name is Hale.

Alfa and Alex are probably the most psychotic people I’ve ever met when it comes to my online daily life. I used to think my ex-friends were the bane of my existence, but Alfa and Alex started making me think just how angelic my exes were in comparison.

So let’s begin.

When I first met the Double AAs, it was Alex first (awhile back in late-June 2020 during Vaggie Week) but it was indirect. I was on my Instagram when I was tagged by a random user in something Alex had drawn. This was when I first saw the kill art of Vaggie. I was so upset that I had yelled at this random user for tagging me, as well as showing it via screencap on my twitter, as a warning to never do this to me to my followers. Keep in mind, I had censored Alex’s name from the screencap, not the random user.

However, Alex saw this somehow and became hysterical, thinking I was targeting him for what he drew. This caused an uproar of his fans to come attack me, and it did cause me to become scared and get away from my account. Alfa decided to insert herself into the mix, but I didn’t care enough for her to say anything. It was mostly Alex and how much he was “scared” and cried about the “fandom being so hateful and scary.” He went private for a while I believe, but Alfa was still going hard at me and sending more of her fans to come harass me.

If Alex ever says he is a strong and brave man, don’t believe him. He fears the HH fandom.

Anyhow, after Alfa’s fans had done their best to gaslight me, I didn’t give in. In fact, I made amends with the random user that tagged me. Somehow they assumed I would like the art of Vaggie being killed, which was childish to even believe in. Nonetheless, I forgave them, and we moved on from there.

But even when we both resolved this together, Alfa and Alex decided that it would be fun to make this “kill Vaggie art” a meme, or trend. With their huge followings combined, they were able to get their artist fans to join in and start creating so much hate art of Vaggie. Many of them drew her head being cut off, mutilated, raped and cheated on.

Alfa and Alex adore gaslighting the hell out of people. While they draw such hideous things, they will go ahead and say, “but it’s just fiction, it’s not real,” and call you psychotic for even caring so much about their bad behaviour. I can only imagine what Alfa’s husband goes through everyday since Alfa loves to make people second-guess themselves often.

Keep in mind, Alfa and Alex are the same people who will cry and shake when their fictional ship is invalidated and written out. They often wish nothing good for Viv and her team that are providing these ungrateful children with the show and content they so badly want. It shows you just how privileged they had grown up as children, doesn’t it?

This wasn’t fun, it was horrible. I didn’t realize just how many toxic people existed in the HH fandom until this “trend” began to spread.

But the funny thing that I'll never forget is how apeshit Alfa went when I had the audacity to draw Alastor plus sized. She accused me of being a pedophile, supporting MAPs. Even though she leans towards being pro-ship (likes incest, OK with lolicon, will condone drawing necophilia.) But me? Having the sheer audacity of drawing Alastor fat? It burned her so bad.

As well, this was being pushed on the VAs during a small livestream. The chat wouldn’t stop asking, “what do you think of the Vaggie kill art going around?” Of course the VAs ignored these questions, but it was really rude to even ask these things. Especially when Vaggie’s VA was in the same livestream.

But then this trend was proven to be a lie, by Alex’s own words. He dropped the ball in a one-off conversation with an anti that “he only created this to get back at the Chaggie shippers.” So retroactively, this trend was worthless.

What also began to start becoming obvious was that Alfa was too afraid to do anything on her own, and thus, she will recruit some darlings to defend her. Alfa seems to have more defenders than she has any confidence to defend herself, and when she has no choice but to stand up for herself, she will buckle and hide. She is weak, is what I had learnt.

I decided to just ignore Alex and Alfa as much as I could. With a friend though, I was given updates of what was happening on the Double AAs’ side in the meantime, and it’s amazing to see just how vile they can be with their own fans and haters. Especially with their new puppy named Salty. (I think that’s their name, another weak ass bitch.)

As months went by, the major event that stirred from the AA camp was when they were harassing Pastel Sky. This would be where the big reveal of just how horrible the AAs and their friends truly are, when they have nobody to harass except for kids. HH has a wide audience of children involved in this fandom, hence why many other artists keep saying we should try to be good examples for them, and keep them safe. But not for the AAs.

Pastel was ruthlessly attacked by them and it was all unwarranted. What they were angry about was that Pastel had the nerve to have negative opinions when it came to AAs, and they broke their own rule of “don’t like then block.” Even Galactic Potatoes (Spuds) would go out of their way, again, to gaslight Pastel into believing that what attacks she received on Twitter was allowed, because Pastel was asking for it. Spuds is well-known to gaslight, a thing they had learnt from the AAs quite often.

Pastel was a minor at the time, and it really doesn’t matter if Pastel was just 17. I don’t care if Pastel was only 17 and that “well she’s almost 18,” because regardless of age, harassment is not the answer. Follow by that, fighting with minors is actually fucking stupid and braindead. Spuds tried very hard to justify why attacks were OK, and that Pastel “should learn” how to grow up. I then learnt that Spuds went into hiding afterwards.

That was until the Double AAs’ discord chats were exposed, showing that they were practically mouth-watering at Pastel’s pain, romanticizing her apparent abuse and trying to convince each other how her punishment on Twitter was correct. Even one (I believe was Jay because he loves me and wants me back) wished that I would die. This would be the third time he asked me to die indirectly, which justifies my points on how toxic and abusive they are.

This entire event seemed to have unraveled a new wave of truths, and it’s sad to know it had to take a literal minor to have their masks fall off.

In 2021, Alex was exposed to be a thief. Stealing commission money for “stress pills.” If Alex is on a path of drug addiction, I hope it’s not the case. That’s a terrible place to be, and hopefully he’ll be clean and grow up for once. I still don’t care enough about Alfa, after now knowing all she is, is just a dramatic housewife with nothing better to do in her life. Perhaps if they just got jobs instead of stealing money from fans, they’d be leading well-productive lives.

From what I understand, many of the toxic fans of the Double AAs have either dropped HH fandom, or have deleted their accounts. Good, I hope they stay gone. The fandom deserves better, not trash.

Needless to say, the best advice I can give to those in the HH fandom that come facing the Double AAs is to not be afraid of them.

Over time, once you get used to their behaviour, you come to realize that this is their default. They’re not likable, they’re not nice, and they aren’t appreciative of one singular thing you do for them (hence Alex stealing from his own fans.)

It’s their M.O., they are just that cruel. So don’t fear them, but challenge their behaviour. Don’t stoop to their level of wanting to draw hateful art, though, that will fuel them. Talking down to them like their idiots always works like a charm.

Anyways, thanks for reading.

If anybody from the Double AAs’ camp ever finds this and reads it, I just wanna say that you are doing a great job, sweety. Thanks for proving me right by the new year. I appreciate the honesty for once. It only took you a year, just think of what other things you’ll do in the next year.

#hazbin hotel #fndm critical #personal story #mature topics ahead #tw

[comfeyworks]

Alastor writing/ Character ref sheet

NOTE: This is MY interpretation/ notes of my characterization of Alastor. Most is speculation and the other parts are just me having fun imagining what his character could be like. This is no way meant to be official or taken as cannon in any way.

A wonderful user by the name of dolly moon complied a lot of information from Viv’s streams. I’m referencing some of the information here so please check them out, they did a fantastic job making notes.

Warning: Contains talk about murder, cannibalism and other possible triggering subjects.

General

---NAME: Alastor--- Died: 1933 Age: 30′s Occupation: Former radio host and serial killer. Currently powerful overlord in hell

Main Personality/ notes

Always smiling (He sees people frowning as weak)

Sadistic

Charming and charismatic

Very proud( puffed out chest, arms behind back)

He's controlling/ does things his own way

Careful! He's not too braggy, or too forceful/ demanding. Ex: Viv stated in her qna that the pilot was originally going to have Alastor boast about himself and his backstory. Instead vaggie narrates his backstory. She changed this because Alastor wasn’t the type of person to flaunt his achievements. He knows that everyone knows how powerful he is, he’s not the type to rub it in. He's supposed to be charming, but still proud, juuuust in the right way

He knows what he wants, but doesn’t necessarily brute-forces his way to get it. Ex: "He-" "-llo!" He KNOWS he's getting in hotel regardless, but waits for Charlie to open up the door before invading the hallway.

Deceitful; When asked why he wants to help out at the hotel, he says: "Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!" 'This is what you can think my reason is...' is essentially what he's saying. He answers Charlie’s question in a roundabout way that givers her what she wants to know while still keeping his true intentions secret. Time and time again, he lets his mask down slightly when Charlie isn’t looking. At 24:10 he narrows his eyes when she has her back turned to him At the beginning of his song he distracts her with magic so he can push Vaggie away. When he says “...And it’s just laughable-” during he reprise he turns away from Charlie to say this, he leans down to Vaggie.

He’s a hypocrite (hates being touched, invades other’s personal space)

Watches people do things the hard way and then reveal he can do it once it's done just to watch people fuck up

DELIGHTS in watching people failing/ struggling to do things. He likes observing people/ sinners as they are battling with their conflicted emotions.

He’s curious (He stopped by the ‘radio shack’ place to see what Charlie was talking about on the broadcast, and cocked his head when she started singing. To me that meant, “Oh? What’s this now? Something new?” he was intrigued and wanted to know more)

He analyzes people. He looks at the Magne family portrait when left alone. You can briefly hear him playing Charlie’s “Inside of every demon is a rainbow” song, and smiling.

He picks up on things quickly. Vaggie makes it clear she doesn’t like the idea of him being there, and he messes with her. He puts his elbow on her and pushes her away ( 20:44-20:48) He pulls her chin up and tells her to ‘smile’

He’s egotistical. No one is really ‘up to his level’

He gives verbal and physical affection constantly throughout the pilot, but it’s not genuine.

Likes being unpredictable

Primary drive:   Decisions are weighed in his own wants/ feelings. He wants to be amused, he chases exciting/ entertaining things. Think of him as like a cat chasing a mouse.

Fears: He doesn’t fear anyone. But is wary of powerful threats. He dislikes dogs Physical Expression: He’s VERY, VERY expressive through his body language and eyes. Large/ easy to read emotions can be perceived through his body language (Leaning towards someone, or leaning away). Smaller/ pinpoint emotions can be read through his eyes and type of smile (Wide eyes, squinted, closed vs open smile, etc.) He’s like a bird, fluffing out his feathers constantly. (He fixes his hair briefly at 24:41) He expresses himself proudly. ‘This is who I am, remember that!!’. Viv said the reason why almost all of characters have nicknames is that a soul’s real name is dangerous, its a way others can have power over you. Yet Alastor uses his first name, because he’s not scared and confident in who he is as a person. He doesn’t hide from any aspect of himself. I’ve stated he hates being touched by others. When he picks up Nifty in the pilot, she poofs out and spreads her limbs out. At 25:41, Alastor turns his head away from her briefly so she doesn’t touch him.

Flaws/ Weaknesses:

(Note: Basically anything already stated can be a problem depending on the situation, I’m just saying things about his character that he’d find weak or naturally cause problems)

His mother, he’d do anything for her.

He has a darker/ more powerful demon side to him where he runs purely on instinct/ primitive emotions.

He’s arrogant. This can cause problems!

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Killer/ moral compass profile (Living)

Motivations:

Thrill Killer- Pleasure from pain

Slight power/control aspect involved as well.

‘Causes’

Childhood trauma (abusive father)

Environmental factors (mother died when he was 18-20)

Type of killer: *Note: I’m still not 100% satisfied with this part, I might make some changes later*

He won’t just kill anyone. They have to meet a certain list of requirements.

Viv compared him as someone similar to Dexter

He’s a very goal oriented killer. Whatever he did it was with reason and purpose, meticulously planned. Ex: Maybe one year he’d kill someone who was a real jerk, to see how the others around him flourished. Likewise he might kill someone who was important to the community just to see how the grief made everyone react.

He was a very careful killer, he ended up dying purely on accident, bad luck.

He killed for the fun of it, pure joy, excitement, curiosity. But he only killed people he thought deserved it.

He considers what he does to be ‘work’. He expresses in the pilot how after decades in hell it’s become ‘mundane’ and ‘aimless’.

The victims had to be overconfident to some degree.(This ties into the ‘he wouldn’t chase his victims.’ They had to be somewhat full of themselves or naive)

Some kills are personal (Someone wronging him, trying to hurt him, otherwise he just wouldn’t care if some guy is an asshole) but others are just because he feels like they’re bad/ they’ve have done something that they need to die for.

He used ‘personal’ ways of killing people. (Knife, his hands). I don’t think he would have used a gun of any kind because of the noise, but he could have once every blue moon.

Generally doesn’t draw things out for too long ”...If I wanted to hurt anyone here... I would have done so already.” (He defeats Sir Pentious in under a minute. But still takes the time to crush him and drag his body across the floor.)

He ate people, and knew how to make delicious meals out of them.

Buried his victim’s bodies/ remains on a hunting ground for deer.

Morals

No human is pure or kind just because. They’re selfish beings. Who take and act to help their own causes. Everyone is a monster on the inside. “...redemption, the nonexistent humanity!”

Everyone puts on a mask to hide who they truly are. Life is one big game to see who can survive. “...the world is a stage! And the stage, is a world of entertainment!”

People don’t change “...there is no undoing what is done.”

Puts himself first, and above everyone else. He also degrades others. “I don’t think there’s any hope left for such loathsome sinners...” ”Inside of every demon is a lost cause, but we’ll dress them up for now with just a smile!” “...and show these simpletons some proper class and style...” “...do I know you?” “You think I’m [husk] some kind of fuckin’ clown!?” “...maybe!”

People deserve the consequences they get for being themselves “...the chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this!”

He understands what society views as good and evil, but doesn’t really believe in those standards himself. What is considered evil he just views as a hobby or something fun to explore. Ex: Cannibalism is wrong by society’s standards, but to him he thinks the greater wrong is killing something and not making use of it.

He has some level of empathy. (Again, He’d never kill a child or those running away.)

People’s emotions are a fun little game to him. “...I want to watch the scum of the earth struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip, and tumble down into the firey pit of failure!”

Doesn’t see value in being nice or honest. (He does find it funny to watch)

Other notes/ hc

He’s knowledgeable. In more ways than one. He knows not to fuck with certain people if he doesn’t want to get hurt, he’s got knowledge on the workings/ operations of hell and deal-making.

Likes to cook

He likes bitter things (Bloody meat, alcohol, black coffee)

He’s got a party side to him.

He speaks french!

He plays musical instruments

He knows how to fight without his powers

He’s an only child

He’s part creole

He hates silence, he always surrounds himself with noise of some kind.

Husk and Alastor have a long, complicated relationship

He does things to make Nifty happy (Wearing sweaters)

He’d go out into a hurricane just to let it beat him down for fun (Why is this so funny to me)

Despite all he is, Alastor is capable of having friends and loving.

Has absolutely NO romantic experience.

He hates modern technology in general, but hates tik tok the most

The idea of Alastor cross-dressing to lure his victims in is absolutely hilarious to me, but I don’t think he’d ever do it.

#i made this to help me write him #alastor is deceivingly difficult to write if you dont understand him #and he's WAY more complicated than you'd think #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #writing

[syntaxeme]

One Good Turn ch. 5 [end]

[Read on AO3] | [First Chapter]  Rating: M Story summary: Angel’s clean streak is broken when Val forcibly calls him back to the studio. On principle (and not at all out of concern for Angel's wellbeing), Alastor takes it upon himself to free Angel from Valentino's control. But what started as a simple favor becomes something much more complicated, all because of an innocent thank-you kiss. Note: I did have another chapter planned for this story, but I’ve gotten so thoroughly invested in my Giardino Segreto AU that I don’t think I’ll ever get around to it. Besides, this isn’t a terrible place to leave off!

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Angel’s back was pinned against the wall in the hotel’s abandoned excuse for a ballroom. The room was mostly dark, a little light from the setting sun bleeding in through dingy windows while he lazily observed one of his fellow patrons trying to make a move on him. The other demon was a little taller than Angel himself, a little broader, and he used his extra bit of height to his advantage, leaning forward against the wall to bear down on Angel.

“You talk a pretty big game, sweet thing.” His name was some kind of music joke: Jazz or Ska or House or some shit. “I’d sure like to see you put your money where your mouth is.”

“I can think of better things to put in my mouth,” Angel snickered. As the other demon grinned and reached up to pet his cheek, Angel slapped his hand away and went on, “But your dick ain’t one of ‘em. Fuck off and find someone else to bother.”

“Are you serious?” Maybe-Jazz growled. “You sit there makin’ offers all through Charlie’s sessions but you won’t follow through?”

“Offers? Please. Look, I ain’t serious about any of that shit; I’m sayin’ it to fuck with ya, not to actually fuck ya.” This wasn’t the first time he’d had to explain this over the past week or so, but truth be told, he was kind of enjoying having the freedom to say ‘no’ (not that his sex drive wasn’t as strong as ever, but he’d gotten pickier about who he was willing to spend it on—a lot pickier).

“Well I’m not into being teased, so maybe you better reconsider.” Jazz snaked an arm around Angel’s waist, incorrectly thinking this was a situation he could brute-force his way through. As if his vague bullshit threats were anything compared to what Angel had been through in the past.

Cute. His body moved almost by reflex, one hand grabbing Jazz’s shirt to reverse their positions and shove him back against the wall. His other hands reached into his jacket and drew out a matching set of three pistols, pressing one to Jazz’s temple, one to his chest, and aiming the last at his crotch.

“Which trigger should I pull first, ya think?” Angel asked casually, enjoying the shocked and disarmed look on the other demon’s face. “You could probably live without your balls, but I feel like you don’t get much use outta your brain, either.”

“Hey, cool it,” Jazz grumbled, raising his hands in surrender. “You know killin’ me’d set back your redemption plan pretty far.”

“Ha! You must not know me very well, sweet thing. I’m a backslider from way back; wouldn’t be the first time my virtues got a little blurry.” After another moment of enjoying the tension, he released the other demon’s shirt and took a step back. “But fuckin’ you up isn’t worth listenin’ to Charlie gripe. So how ‘bout you get the hell outta my face and we call it even?”

“Fine. Shit.” With a bitter, disappointed glance in Angel’s direction, Jazz shoved his hands in his pockets and stalked out of the room. Angel twirled his guns once before tucking them back into his jacket. He was just in such a good goddamn mood lately, and he didn’t have to wonder why; true to Alastor’s word, none of Val’s guys had shown up at the hotel since their little ‘chat,’ leaving Angel free to enjoy his independence and sexuality—or lack thereof!—whatever way he chose. Since he’d been working for Val so long, it was refreshing to be back in control of himself now. And he hadn’t forgotten for even a second who he had to thank for it.

Alastor had been acting a little weird since then, though. Looking at him funny, not responding to his playful flirting right, and then there was that word—cher—he’d started using. Angel might not have the best grasp of French, but he was pretty sure he recognized that term. Enough to know what it meant but not what it meant.

As he strolled out of the ballroom Jazz had dragged him into without warning, he found Alastor standing outside, clutching his staff tightly in both hands. “Angel,” he said a little too cheerfully. “How are you? I thought…well, I could’ve been wrong. It sounded like you and Jazz had a bit of a disagreement.”

“Is there anything in the hotel you don’t hear?” Angel tried hard not to think about how many times he’d moaned the Radio Demon’s name into his pillow over the past few nights.

“Not much.” Alastor’s default expression didn’t shift in the slightest. It wasn’t easy, but Angel was making a point of learning to tell one smile from another. How else would he ever learn to read the cryptic bastard? “But you look fine. I suppose you took care of it.”

“Y’know, it’s pretty cute, you gettin’ all protective,” Angel said with a knowing grin, “but don’t start thinkin’ I can’t handle myself with jerk-offs like him. I’m not gonna ask you to step in for me again any time soon, don’t worry.”

“Right. Of course! No, I know you’re perfectly capable of defending yourself.” He was doing it again, getting all awkward and distant for no reason, avoiding Angel’s eyes, his usual smooth attitude stuttering a little.

Angel Dust had never been much good at quiet contemplation or impulse control, so instead of keeping his concerns to himself and giving Alastor space, he asked directly, “What’s goin’ on with you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Bullshit. Don’t act like you haven’t been lookin’ at me different since you got back from Val’s place.” Or maybe it was the kiss. “You act like you’re happy to see me, you start talkin’ to me like normal, then you clam up all of a sudden and run off. You were always a little weird, but you’re weirder lately, and I feel like it’s got somethin’ to do with me.”

It bothered him more than he wanted to admit to think that Alastor was mad at him or something. Despite his best efforts at resisting, Angel had developed a sort of attachment to him, weirdness and all. Maybe out of gratitude. Maybe something else. He already knew better than to expect Alastor would ever start feeling something similar about him, but he’d thought they were at least on some kind of friendly terms.

The Radio Demon was silent and still for just a moment too long, and Angel let out a frustrated sigh, throwing up his hands and starting past him toward the elevator—but Alastor caught his hand to stop him.

“If anything I’ve done has made you feel like you’re in the wrong, I’m sorry,” he said plainly. “I’ve been keeping my distance while I decided how to talk to you about this. And, obviously, I haven’t had any luck. Now might be as good a time as any.”

“For what? What d’you want to talk about?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Alastor seemed to realize he was still holding Angel’s hand and released it. “I’d rather have the conversation in private, if you don’t mind. We could use one of the conference rooms or—”

“Isn’t your room closer?” Angel asked, raising his eyebrows, and Al’s throat constricted with a reflexive gulp.

“Yes. That’s also fine. If you like.” He turned on his heel to lead the way down the hall to room 313, then held the door open and gestured for Angel to go ahead. The room was surprisingly minimalist, not reflecting the beaucoups of personality that showed every time Alastor opened his mouth. But that was better than the hellish horrors some other Overlords might decorate with.

“So what’s the deal?” Angel’s instinct was to seat himself on the bed, but he resisted it, not wanting Alastor to think he was being pushy.

“The question seems simple enough, doesn’t it? Yet as hard as I’ve tried, I can’t seem to answer it as clearly or eloquently as I’d like. That’s part of the reason I haven’t mentioned it to you; I felt there was no point bringing it up until I actually had something to say.”

“Funny. Most times, it’s a lot harder to make you stop talkin’.”

“Believe me, I know exactly how unusual this is,” Alastor sighed, releasing his staff and letting it vanish, “which is most likely why it’s been so difficult for me to form it into a complete, polished statement.”

“Give it to me messy, then.” Seeing how rigid Alastor had gone, Angel winced and tried again. Sometimes his mouth just formed innuendos without any effort on his part. “I’m sayin’ I don’t need it to be super-organized and flawless. Just tell me what you’re thinkin’.”

The Radio Demon took a deep breath and, without looking anywhere near Angel, confessed, “I want…you. That’s the clearest way I can think to say it.” He wrinkled his nose and shook his head, obviously frustrated with how inelegant the words were. But they were enough to hold Angel’s attention regardless.

“Oh.” He was about to ask Alastor to elaborate but quickly realized that was the part he was having trouble with. So he asked a different question. “When’d that start?”

“Roughly twenty-four seconds after you kissed me,” Alastor said matter-of-factly.

“After? So that’s not why you helped me with Val?”

“No. I don’t think so, at least. And I didn’t want you thinking so, either. But then—” He choked out a laugh. “I don’t have a definitive answer for why I did that, either, so maybe I’m fooling myself. It’s hard to say.”

“Well, if you can’t tell me what ya want, it’ll be awful hard for me to give it to ya.”

Red eyes lingered on Angel’s lips, and Alastor wet his own. “But you’re willing to agree, just like that? Without even knowing what I’m asking for?”

“Al, I’m gonna be totally honest with you,” Angel said, drawing closer and bending down a little to meet his gaze. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a little bit of a freak. I figured I was wastin’ my time, thinkin’ about gettin’ with you—”

“You’ve been thinking about that, have you?”

“—but I’m pretty sure whatever you wanna do with my body, I’ll enjoy it,” he went on, draping his arms over Alastor’s shoulders, not missing the shiver that went through the Overlord’s body. “I trust you.”

Those were apparently the magic words; Alastor’s eyes widened, and he dragged Angel into a firm kiss. And he participated much more actively this time! He slid one hand into Angel’s hair to draw him downward, forcing his posture to bend, but he was too absorbed in the experience to be bothered.

It all seemed to happen much slower than he expected. Alastor’s tongue traced his lips, stealing his breath, then slipped inside, everything soft and wet and warm. Even as Angel pressed in closer, arms tightening around Alastor’s shoulders and waist, Al refused to let him take things any faster. It seemed like he was intent on exploring every inch of Angel’s mouth in his own time, and—God—his tongue was longer than expected. When Alastor moaned into his mouth, Angel’s heart practically stopped, and he forced himself to break away for a breath.

“Fuck,” he muttered, hanging off Al for stability.

“That’s a nice sound, cher,” the Radio Demon purred, allowing his free arm to wrap around Angel’s slender waist and hold him close. “I wonder what it would take to hear more of it.”

“Uh. My voice?” Angel asked, embarrassed at how turned on he’d gotten from just one kiss (albeit a very deep, very thorough kiss).

“That’s right. I know for sure that I want that. The question is how to go about getting it.” Using the grip in his hair, he turned Angel toward him for another kiss, one every bit as hot and intense as the first, and Angel found himself moaning softly with every breath from having his mouth full. How ironic that someone so indifferent about sex could excite him with hardly any effort. But after so long doing without, every little bit of pleasurable friction made him eager for more. If this is his first time, is he feeling all that too?

“H-hang on,” he whimpered, reluctantly pushing Alastor away so he could catch a breath. “You probably can’t hear me really well if my mouth’s covered.”

“Fair point.” Al grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to the bed, then pushed him forward to kneel on the mattress. Stepping in close behind him, Alastor wrapped both arms around his waist, chest pressed to Angel’s back. With Angel on his knees, Alastor’s mouth was at just the right level to meet his neck, lips and tongue and teeth teasing to send hot shivers down his spine.

“That’s…nice, baby,” Angel sighed, and he could feel Alastor tense up behind him. “What? Somethin’ wrong?”

“I don’t care to be called that,” the Radio Demon said plainly. “Try again, cher.”

“Oh. Well, what d’ya like, then?” Angel was struggling to focus on talking as Al easily unbuttoned his jacket and stripped it off him to toss it to the floor. So much for shyness! He knew some part of what he wanted, clearly.

“Surprise me,” Alastor chuckled. “Something unique. Something you wouldn’t use for anyone else.”

“Okay. How ‘bout, uh, dear?” That one was a lot more wholesome than he was used to.

Al laughed against his skin. “Yes, that seems appropriate.” His hands drifted down to unbutton Angel’s shorts, drawing a breathless moan from his lips.

“Alastor…”

“Simple, but I’m surprised at how much I enjoy hearing it.” As he talked, casual as could be, he slid his hand down the front of Angel’s shorts to tease a desperate whine from his lips.

“Y-y’know, you’re makin’ this…kinda hard for me, honey,” he moaned, cheeks flushing with heat. There was another term he didn’t use often. It always felt too sweet, too familiar to call a stranger. But of course, Alastor didn’t fall into that category anymore.

“Oh, I like that very much, cher,” he purred, his hand meeting Angel’s bare skin without any sense of reservation or discomfort. Angel whined and writhed, embarrassed at how hard he’d gotten already but not trying to escape.

“Hang on. Lemme…do somethin’ for you too.” He tried reaching back with his free hands to grope between Alastor’s legs—but the Radio Demon moved away before he could.

“That’s not necessary.” The shadows in the room came to life and bound Angel’s wrists in front of him so he couldn’t reach. With a snap of Alastor’s fingers, the room went utterly pitch black, forcing Angel to feel everything else even more. It seemed unfair that with hardly any experience, he was still doing everything just right. “If you want to please me, speak to me, moan for me—sing for me if you like. I can promise no one else will hear. And I intend to keep it that way.”

So there was a little possessiveness in him somewhere. Not that Angel minded. Even if it wasn’t the same kind of sex he was used to having, he was still 100% engaged and eager to do whatever he could to make it good for his partner too. He moaned wantonly, trying and failing to keep his hips still, dropping his head back against Alastor’s shoulder just to be closer to him. The Radio Demon chuckled at his enthusiasm and nibbled along his neck, sharp teeth deliciously dangerous against soft skin.

“Harder,” Angel whispered, and he obliged without hesitation, biting down hard enough that Angel was sure he would have a bruise—but he still wasn’t satisfied. “I said harder, honey.”

Alastor hummed his approval and sank his teeth viciously into Angel’s neck, the force enough to buckle his knees. Good thing he was kneeling already. Al made a point of lapping up whatever blood he’d spilled, even gathering a few stray drops with his fingers and licking it off. Meaning that when his hand slid between Angel’s legs again, it was slick and wet, enough to pull a shocked cry of pleasure from his lips.

“I didn’t…I really didn’t expect you to be this good,” he laughed shakily.

“No? What did you expect?” Alastor’s other hand slid up the curve of his waist and into the thick fur of his chest to banish any space between them. “I’m curious, chéri: what have you been imagining?”

“Well. I figured you’d be kinda…forceful like this,” Angel answered, trying to distract himself from the slow strokes on his heated flesh, the way Alastor’s fingertips seemed to be mapping out every curve of his body. So calm, so thorough, and shockingly effective. “But, uh…I dunno, maybe a little clumsy? So much for that.” It was also surprising him how difficult holding a conversation was; normally guys weren’t interested in talking to him, especially in bed.

“Why bother doing a thing if you aren’t going to do it well, that’s what I always say.” Alastor took his hand away, and Angel almost whined, almost begged him to keep going—but his breath caught as something else curled around his erection, something slender and flexible like a… Like a shadow tentacle, he realized. Holy shit. The Radio Demon was apparently kinkier than he let on, but Angel could hardly complain when it all felt so good.

As his body was burning up and he was really losing track of his breath, he rested his head back against Alastor’s shoulder and turned to murmur into his ear. “Will you, uh, kiss me again?”

“Hmm. You like having your mouth full that much?” Al teased, and a shiver of hot embarrassment (and something else) rushed through Angel’s stomach.

“Well, I”—he swallowed hard—“I like when it’s your tongue.”

Alastor let out a low groan and held him even tighter. “Whatever you need, chéri.” One of his hands found its way into Angel’s hair again, and this time his kiss was brutal, bruising, urgent. Perfect. But he was no slouch at multitasking, his shadow magic just as precise and attentive as his hand was, and all this friction between Angel’s legs and lips was driving him out of his mind.

Remembering what Al had said about wanting to hear him, he didn’t bother stifling his moans, not for a second, his pitch and volume rising every moment that Alastor toyed with him. Fuck, it’s so hot. I can’t handle it! I… He could hardly even keep his own thoughts straight, too lost in feeling every single second of this, getting closer and closer until his willpower finally broke and he came with a breathy scream. His instinct was to pull away to catch his breath, but Alastor kept him trapped, apparently content to swallow every deep, desperate whimper that slipped out of his lips as he rode out his orgasm.

Eventually, after several more seconds of enjoying his mouth, Alastor drew away and let him gasp for air but still refused to allow any space between them. He even nuzzled his lips slowly against Angel’s neck, and a different, totally non-sexual warmth flooded through him. “That…that was… Uh, wow,” he laughed, and Alastor snickered along with him.

“Good to know my ‘weirdness about sex’ didn’t ruin it for you.”

“No way. It was better,” Angel told him without thinking. “Maybe just cuz it was you.”

“Ahem!” He could imagine Alastor’s bashful smile, which was very slightly different from his nervous smile or his apprehensive one.

“So?” Angel shifted carefully to sit up, tugging at the bonds still holding his wrists. “You gonna let me spend the night or…?”

“Let you? I would be bothered if you didn’t. Besides.” With another snap of Alastor’s fingers, a lamp in the corner glowed to life, casting soft red light across the room. Shouldn’t that be creepy? Unnerving? Angel felt totally comfortable. “I think you’d find it difficult to get upstairs in your state.” To illustrate, he pushed Angel forward lightly, and he easily collapsed against the bed, shaky now that he was no longer being supported.

“Twist my arm, why don’t ya,” he answered, wriggling out of his shorts and kicking them, along with his boots, to the floor.

“Oh, is that something else you enjoy? I’ll keep it in mind.” After stripping out of his coat and hanging it in the closet, Alastor unfastened his cuffs and unbuttoned his shirt a little, then came to crawl into bed still mostly dressed. Angel decided not to question it; if that was how he was comfortable, then fine. When he noticed Angel’s shaking wasn’t stopping, he tilted his head to one side and asked, “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” Angel tried to still himself, hoping not to ruin the mood after everything had gone so well. “I’m fine. Just…tryna calm down.” That was a pretty intense session, after all, so his body and mind were still a little overwhelmed.

“I see.” Moving slightly closer without touching him, Alastor instead asked, “Would you like to be near me while you do so?”

His reflexive and honest answer was yes, please—but he hesitated to speak it, not wanting to come off clingy or weak. “I mean, you don’t hafta do that. If you gimme a couple minutes, I’ll—”

“You aren’t answering my question, cher,” Alastor pointed out, very carefully brushing his thumb over Angel’s cheek. Even that tiny bit of gentle affection was a huge comfort after so much intensity. Angel’s resistance quickly broke.

“Yeah. I would.” He wriggled a little closer under the covers to put himself in Alastor’s arms, and the Radio Demon held him without question, stroking his hair and humming to him softly while he slowly relaxed. So weird. So different. But different in a way Angel could definitely see himself getting used to. “You better be careful, honey. Keep bein’ this nice to me and I might start gettin’ confused about what you actually want here.”

“That would make two of us,” Alastor answered quietly. But he didn’t back away, didn’t get uncomfortable, didn’t kick Angel out of his bed. He didn’t make any effort to insist that this was just about sex (since it obviously wasn’t) or that Angel shouldn’t get his hopes up for anything more. Which was a good thing, because as he leaned down for another kiss—slow and soft this time—Angel’s hopes were rising higher and higher all the time. How long had it been since he’d felt hopeful about anything? He wasn’t even sure what he expected to happen, but damn it: he’d forgotten how good it felt to believe in something. 

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 21

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Vaggie waited until the couple had walked away before she rushed into the bathroom to check on Angel.

“Angel?” Vaggie asked fearfully.  “Angel, are you alright?”

Vaggie heard Angel get up from his bed, use his crutches to hobble himself into the bathroom, and sit down against the wall.

“I’m better now,” Angel said between ragged breaths from the other side of the wall.  “I can sit on my ass again, so at least, that’s something.”

Vaggie sighed sadly and said, “Angel, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s fine, baby girl,” Angel interrupted reassuringly.  “It’s not your fault.  Besides, I’m used to the pain.  You know that.”

Vaggie smiled sadly.  She knew Angel was staying strong for her.  He had much more inner strength than she ever realized…

“Angel?” Vaggie asked nervously.  “What did Rosie do to make you scream?”

“If you must know, that slut grinded herself against my crotch,” Angel said audibly shuddering.  “It made me feel agonizing pain.”

“That bitch,” Vaggie snarled angrily.  “I hate her so much.  She spent the better part of the day literally lecturing me about etiquette and how I needed to follow all these 100-year-old rules to be Alastor’s perfect trophy wife.”

“Oh, God,” Angel replied.  “That sounds awful.  How did you take it?”

Vaggie scoffed and said, “Not very well.  I know.  Big surprise, right?  I’ve been pushing Rosie’s patience all day.  She and Alastor punished you in the most painful way imaginable just because I said something about Alastor she didn’t like when we went shopping for dresses.  I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it.  She insulted Charlie.”

“I don’t blame ya,” Angel replied.

“Before that, Rosie made sit through a boring lunch and the same boring lecture twice in a row…” Vaggie ranted.

“Wait, twice in a row?” Angel asked confusedly.

“I drew an offensive doodle of Rosie instead of listening to her lecture the first time through,” Vaggie admitted.  “That’s probably why they made sure to make sure to make your punishment more painful…”

To Vaggie’s surprise, Angel started laughing.  He laughed for a good minute eventually pushing Vaggie to begin giggling herself.

“Oh, my God!” Angel said finally taking a breath.  “That’s hilarious, doll.  I can just imagine that look on that bitch’s face.  Tell me.  Was she pissed?”

“Absolutely livid,” Vaggie said.

“Oh, man,” Angel said.  “I wish I could see it for myself.”

Vaggie’s eye then noticed the old-fashioned vent on the ground.  She got on her knees to look at it, and as she examined it, she got an idea.

Vaggie picked up the vent grating, set it aside, and looked into the shaft. It looked like it also connected to Angel's room, so out of curiosity, she reached her arm down and to the right as far as she could.

“Vaggie, what are you doing?” Angel asked.  

“Angel, look into the shaft of your vent,” Vaggie said.  “Do you see my hand?”

Angel looked down into the vent shaft and saw Vaggie’s waving hand.

“Yeah, I see it,” Angel replied.  “What are you doing?”

Vaggie smiled and said, “Wait a second.”

She stood up, ran back to her room, grabbed the notebook off the dresser, and headed back into the bathroom.

Vaggie then tore her drawing of Rosie out of her notebook, wadded it into a ball, and stuck it into the vent making sure to roll the wadded-up ball as close to Angel as possible.

“Angel, I sent you something,” Vaggie said.  “Check it out.”

Angel opened the vent on his side, leaned over with his one good arm, picked up the crumpled paper ball, unfolded it, and started laughing hysterically.

Vaggie chuckled with him and asked, “You like it?”

“Vags,” Angel said.  “This is absolute gold!”

“Well, I had to do something to stay awake,” Vaggie said laying back against the wall.  “That lecture was so goddamn boring!  You should have heard the nonsense she was spouting then and while she made me try on all those old clothes at the store.”

“Did you take any real notes, babe?” Angel asked.

“Yeah, do you wanna hear Rosie’s bullshit etiquette advice?” Vaggie asked with a smile in her voice.  

“Fuck yeah,” Angel said.  “It ain’t like we have anything better to do.”

Vaggie picked up her notebook, turned the page to her notes, and read out loud in as posh a tone as she could muster, “Shoulders back, feet flat on the ground, back straight…”

“It sounds like she said that a lot,” Angel interrupted.

“You have no idea,” Vaggie said making her aggravation clear through her voice.

“Oh, do tell me more,” Angel teased.

“Maintain your beauty and your personal appearance to your husband’s taste,” Vaggie read.  “As a wife, you owe it to your husband to remain pleasing to him to retain his respect and his love.”

“Jesus Christ,” Angel muttered with a chuckle.  “Are you his wife or his employee?”

“That’s what I said,” Vaggie retorted.

“Keep going,” Angel goaded.  

“A lady doesn’t eat like an animal,” Vaggie continued reading.  “She uses her cutlery and her manners.”

“Fair point,” Angel replied.  “Fair point, but you don't eat like an animal anyway.  Why the hell does she need to teach you that?”

“I don’t know,” Vaggie said in frustration.  “She yelled at me for not properly introducing myself as Alastor's fiancée.  “God!  You should have heard her lecture me on modesty!”

Angel scoffed and said, “You?  Modest?  Was she serious?”

“She was dead fucking serious,” Vaggie replied with a groan before she read from her notebook again.  “‘Ladies do not use profanity.  It is unbecoming.  Do not raise your voice unless you're spoken to and given permission by your husband.  Do not make your feelings known.  It is a mark of good breeding to suppress undue emotion, whether of disappointment, of mortification, or laughter, of anger, or of selfishness in any form.  Do not make any vulgar comments. Don't laugh too loud...’  Oh, my God!”

“That shoulda killed ya,” Angel said.  

“It almost did,” Vaggie replied.  “I had to stay calm or Alastor would have made me watch his familiars hurt you again.  No, the shopping is what killed me.  She only let me pick out these old ass dresses from the ‘30s…No offense.”

Angel cackled and said, “None taken.”

“I wanted another dress, but she ripped it away from me because of Alastor’s dress code,” Vaggie continued sadly.  “God, I couldn’t believe it.  It’s something that seems so petty, but it was so humiliating.  It was like I wasn’t even a person.  It’s hard to explain...”

“It’s like you only existed to be someone else’s object?  Like you didn’t have a will of your own?  Like your only purpose was to please an asshole you don’t even care about?” Angel replied with unexpected sorrow behind his voice.

Vaggie fell silent.

“Believe me, babe,” Angel continued.  “I know exactly how you feel.  That was my whole fucking life.”

“It was?”

“Yeah, my father was the same.  He had a rule for everything.  I was a son of the don.  I had no choice.  I lied about being the firstborn son earlier, but I still had a role I had to play and hated every minute of it.  I had to be fucking perfect for his goddamn mob, and he hated me when he realized I wasn’t his perfect son like Arackniss was.  That I was a fag.  He tried to change me.  My mother kept him back until she died.  God rest her soul.  But then, he went into overdrive.  He poured all his hatred into my big turd of a brother and made him hate me, too.  The two of them did all they could to control my life.  The only one I could talk to was Molly, but she was losing her mind.  I was too until that night I overdosed.  I tried to do all he asked, but not a fucking thing I did was ever good enough for him.”

“Oh, my God.  Angel, I had no idea.”

“I don’t exactly like to talk about it.  Why do you think I’m strung up most of the time?  It’s funny.  I’ve stayed away from both their asses for the past 73 years only for me to become the property of another no-good motherfucker…”

“Valentino?”

Angel paused with a sad smile and said, “You really do know everything.”

“You are the most popular porn star in all of Hell,” Vaggie said.

“More like the most popular prostitute and slave to the most powerful pimp,” Angel said with a scoff.  “God, you think I would have figured it out after the first time.  I’ve fucked up enough for both lifetimes.  I’ll be much happier when I’m in heaven with my ma, finally on good terms with God, and have a dimension separating me and all those other fuckers.”

Vaggie remained quiet for a moment before flipping to a blank page, writing on the blank page, tearing it out, folding it up, and slipping the slip of paper to Angel through the vent.

Angel reached into the vent, picked up the piece of paper, and read: “Charlie and your mother would be so proud of you.”

Angel smiled and felt an unexpected tear come to his eye as he said, “I love you too, Vaggie.”

Just then, Vaggie heard a door open and the sound of a cart being pushed in.

“Angel?!” Vaggie asked nervously.

“There’s nothing on my end, babe,” Angel said.  “It’s on yours.  Just stay right here next to me.”

Vaggie sat next to the wall nervously.  But just as soon as the cart rolled in, the noise stopped, and the door shut and locked again.  

“It’s gone,” Vaggie said.  “But I need to investigate.”

“Vaggie, I’d rather you didn’t,” Angel pleaded.  

Vaggie stood up and said, “I have to get out of this bathroom eventually.  Besides, I think I know what it is.”

Before Angel could protest, Vaggie exited the bathroom and saw the cart before her.  It was just a simple dinner cart with a large bottle of water and a plate of food covered by a silver lid.  She lifted the tray and saw a dinner plate of Southern comfort food.  Fried chicken, fried okra, green beans, and macaroni and cheese.

“What?!” Angel exclaimed in surprise.

“What is it?” Vaggie asked anxiously as she picked up her tray and carried it to the bathroom.

“Another smoothie like the one Alastor drugged me with earlier just appeared out of nowhere,” Angel said.  “Must be my dinner.”

“Dinner?” Vaggie said angrily.  “Alastor gave me a tray of food.  Why isn’t he giving you anything to eat?”

Angel scoffed and said, “Isn’t it obvious, doll?  Alastor has me on a liquid diet.  He’s trying to starve me to make me weaker and more compliant.  I know it.  Valentino has used this method of torture on me before.”

Vaggie furrowed her brow and said, “Wait a second.”

Angel complied setting his smoothie down on top of the toilet lid as he settled back in his spot.  

Angel then heard the sound of another paper ball being rolled in his direction through the vent.  He looked down into the vent, picked up the ball, and unwrapped the paper to find a fried chicken drumstick.  

Without a second’s hesitation, Angel scarfed down the chicken until the bone was picked clean.

“Thanks, Vaggie,” Angel said.

“There’s more where that came from,” Vaggie said crumpling up more paper balls of food for Angel.  “But you need to give me back the bone first.”

“Why?” Angel asked confusedly.

“So that Alastor doesn’t suspect anything because of a missing bone,” Vaggie replied.

Angel smiled, rolled the bone back into the paper, rolled it back to Vaggie in the vent, and said, “You’re quite the clever bitch.  I underestimated ya.”

“Well, you don’t survive being a prostitute in the slums of El Salvador by being stupid,” Vaggie said picking up the paper ball with the bone and rolling some okra in a paper ball back to Angel.

“So, you really were a whore, huh?” Angel said picking up the paper ball and unwrapping it to find okra inside.  “I’m sorry.  I just can’t imagine you letting any douchebag do you for money.”

“I was a very different person six years ago.  I’m not exactly proud of it,” Vaggie said preparing more paper balls for Angel.  “Make sure you leave no trash.  I don’t wanna imagine what Alastor and Rosie would do should they find out about any of this.”

“Gotcha,” Angel said.  “Just like dumping a stash of drugs in the old days.”

Angel scarfed down his food, threw the paper in the toilet, used toilet paper to sweep up any crumbs that were left, threw that away, and flushed the toilet.

“Good work,” Vaggie said as she finished rolling the last paper ball of food.  “I’m almost done rolling all the paper balls.  Get ready.”  

“Thanks,” Angel said.  “And for the record, I was a very different person too about 73 years ago.”

After doing some quick math, Vaggie replied, “1947?”

“Yep,” Angel replied.  “2014?”

“Yes,” Vaggie said opening the vent to roll all the paper balls to Angel.  “Get ready, Angel.  I’m sending the food over now.”

“You’re a saint, Vaggie,” Angel said.  “I don’t know how to thank ya.”

“Keep recovering until we can escape,” Vaggie replied rolling the paper balls through the vent.  “That’ll be thanks enough.  That, and maybe, start taking your redemption work at the hotel more seriously.”

Angel scoffed as he picked up all his paper balls and said, “I tracked you down here, got captured trying to save you, and still insisted on not leaving without you even though I was given the chance to escape.  Doesn’t that count for anything?”

Vaggie paused for a moment as she settled in on her side to eat her half of the food before she replied, “You know what?  I think you’re right.  You just might be closer to repentance than I thought.”

“Awww, what a sincere compliment,” Angel retorted facetiously.  “I’m flattered.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Vaggie replied sarcastically prompting Angel to chuckle to himself before they both returned to eating her food.

The pair ate in silence until all the food was devoured and Angel had properly cleaned up his side and re-covered his vent.

When they were done, Angel asked, “Did you get enough to eat, babe?”

“Yeah,” Vaggie replied placing the last of the bones on her plate and covering the vent.  “Don’t worry about it.”

Vaggie stood up, exited the bathroom, and replaced the platter on the cart.  As soon as she did, the cart magically sped away.  The door opened by itself to let it out, then locked itself again once the cart was gone.

Vaggie sighed as she sat on the bed to figure out what to do next.  That was when she noticed the book The Taming of the Shrew sitting on the vanity.  Not having anything better to do, Vaggie picked up the book and carried it to the bathroom.

“Guess what I found on my vanity?” Vaggie asked.

“The Taming of the Shrew?” Angel asked.

“Yep,” Vaggie replied unenthusiastically.  “I must have held on to it when Rosie was dragging me up here.”

“That, or Alastor is being about as subtle as a bat to the face,” Angel replied with a scoff.

Vaggie snorted and replied, “No kidding.  Do you want me to read it to you this time?”

“Sure, I don’t mind hearing it,” Angel replied standing up.  “I can translate the bits you don’t understand.  Just wait a moment for me to grab my pillow and blankets.  Sitting on this floor is murder.”

“Alright,” Vaggie replied standing up and heading into her room to do the same thing.  

Vaggie grabbed her blankets and pillows and set up a bed on the floor right next to the vent.  

When she turned away to brush her teeth, Angel asked, “What are you doing, babe?”

“I made a bed, so I could sleep closer to you,” Vaggie said picking up her toothbrush and turning on and off the sink to make it wet before she put on the toothpaste.

“Awww, you do have a soft side,” Angel gushed.

“Shut up,” Vaggie said turning away to brush her teeth amidst Angel’s chuckles.  

When Vaggie was done, she shut off the light and settled into her bed.  Angel did the same in his while Vaggie began reading the play from the last place they had left off.

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbinhotelvaggie #hazbinhotel #hazbin angel dust

[sublimegentlemanalpaca]

I would very much be interested in your ocs

Very well.

Let me preface that a lot of these Fellows came to mind after I reached the thought of ‘hey, what if I took how people joke about me being some Eldritch entity that existed before time, space, and the universe, and ran with that? So some of these guys are more self inserty than others. All the fellows I’m about to mention are close to being the same person..or to put it a better way...they are existential echoes or perhaps facets of a greater Eldritch entity...with all of them sort of galavanting about existence, across universes and things.

 One OC has some connection to the OCs of @lint-roll with their permission and following their suggestion...and I’ve been badgering them about these fellows for like a week or more. 

One last bit of backstory before going into The OCs Proper if you’ll allow. Long ago one of these fellows took the Name of Alaric( meaning Ruler of All) and made himself a King with a Crown, Silvery Robes, and a Flaming Sword...he ruled over a whole world...there was an uprising and Alaric was slain. In response to the killing of their Fellow the rest of the ‘Als’ rained Eldritch vengeance on the world over which Alaric ruled. There were some survivors..but more on that later. With that said..and poorly explained I imagine..on to the OCs in question.

Algimantus Varius Eldritch: A strange fellow. Tallish, clean shaven. His signature outfit is Grey pants, Ultramarine suspenders, a salt white shirt, a Vibrant Green Long Coat (imagine Fagin’s Coat from Oliver! Or Nepeta’s Coat from that Homestuck thing), a Bowler hat, and Circular glasses of an Amber color. And of course a finely made Cane (because just about every character of mine must have the aesthetic of Cane, Coat, and Hat) Algimantus is generally polite, if a bit eccentric, and at times purposefully ignores context clues of conversations if he thinks some fun can be had with the words (even if he’s the only one who finds it funny). He looks human to be sure...but there are times...such as when he smiles a certain sort of smile, and his eyes take on a friendly glare that his Eldritch nature is glimpsed. He is a procurer, purveyor, trader, and occasional maker of Items of Mystical, Magical, Occult, and a generally Eldritch nature. He tends to cary his wares in one of those huge salesman suitcases (like in the Music Man) which reads ‘‘Eldritch’s Emporium of all things Eldritch). He has also been known to hold things in his hat. He is fond of showing off his wares, be it an ever changing set of magical rings, or a Phoenix feather Quill (perfect for writing secret messages) in his Hat. His merchandise is sold for either ludicrous amounts of money, traded for something of interest, or sold for something less material (for example a coat of perfect stealth in exchange for a person’s whisper).

 The bit of merchandise he is most proud of though is his Pen Dragons. Beautifully crafted pens that turn into little Dragons. He always has his own Pen Dragon (One Estragon Alaric Pen Dragon, called Alaric) with him. A beautiful thing of Silver. 

Pen Dragons: a note on Pen Dragons. They are made, not by binding the soul of a Dragon to a Pen as you’d imagine but rather a process is performed which results in the Existential echo of a Dragon, The Dragonness left in a place where a Dragon has been for a long time, and that Dragonness manifests in the Pen York become a Pen Dragon. Alaric as an example of Pen Dragonness is primarily used for writing is an avid book Wyrm. He will collect words and bits of info like his own hoard. Alaric is also very jealous of Algimantus’ Phoenix Quill and takes every opportunity available to get rid of it.

At one point Algimantus learns of a circus performer who has managed to make Pen Dragons of her own. Algimantus has searched for this person since the means of Manifesting Existential echoes is a skill he invented and only ever shared with his Fellows. He hopes to make this person a Potential Apprentice of sorts.

Pen Aluni : The Potential Apprentice in question. Has some skill in enchantment,and drawing. Foundling of a circus where she participated in a Magic act. One day after a show involving a Dragon Skeleton she suddenly has a bunch of Pencils turning into little dragons running amok..only for them to be subdued by a silver small dragon...and to top it off some weirdo in a green Coat has shown up offering her an Apprenticeship for reasons.... I don’t know much about her character yet at present. Apologies. Her last name (meaning student ) was thought up by Algimantus. Turns out she is a survivor of the Kingdom of Alaric...

On to other Als.

Alan V Eldritch: This short fellow is prone to gambling of all sorts. Wears an Ultramarine Coat, brown corduroys, and a dull red shirt. Bowler, and a cane suited for whacking and keeping people at bay. He is commonly found conning people with that shell game thing. He is perhaps the most intentionally cruel of his fellows and takes great enjoyment in the minor and major sufferings of existence, humanity in particular. He and Algimantus do not get along exceptionally well. He has an attempt at a goatee which he swears makes him look Puckish.

Algernon V. Eldritch: Imagine a Circus Ring Master. Leave him bald, and give him a obviously fake and ludicrous mustache. Make him a bit heavier around the middle than most of his fellows and you have Algernon. He has continually tried to entertain people...and has continually failed for one reason or another. Before starting a Circus his business was that of a Fool and Gesture with the mannerisms of said profession never really leaving. Meaning he will not shut up and speak his mind no matter who its to. More so than the rest of his fellows.

Alfur and Aldread: ‘the Twins’ these two have continually set up shop as royal advisors of opposing kingdoms and have treated the wars of said kingdoms as a personal game between them. Alfur is notable for having straight hair, and wizardly robes and staff. Aldread is more of a John Dee inspired Alchemist Spy advisor. The two look practically identical save the one dresses in Blue, the other Orange. Not sure which is which.

Alfwin V Eldritch: Alfwin is the one among his fellows who has the most knowledge and closest friendship with the Elves (anywhere). Don’t know what his colors are. But I know the Elves know him, and his fellows collectively as ‘‘The Eldritch One’.

Albus Viggo Eldritch: Albus stands out with pale skin white hair and all black ensemble including Greek Fisherman’s Cap and a Peacoat. Albus’ Cane is a Cane Sword with a Kraken looking Handle. He also has Rapier about his person. Albus manages a number of Lighthouses and offers shelter and housing to the Spirits of those who die at Sea. He will often sing with his ghostly house guests, and they will usually follow him when he leaves his Light Houses for elsewhere. He has a huge Sailing Ship called the Alexandria, and has some control over the Weather able to make Zora dissipate Tempests and the like. Albus is perhaps the kindest of his fellows and is not one for Cruelty unless truly deserved. Also, I’m am told due to his pale complexion and habit of sword fighting ghosts he is sexy. The Ghosts all call him ‘Captain Jones’ with the earliest having mistaken him for Davy Jones and it just stuck. Albus is the most open about feeling horribly guilty for his part in the destruction of Alaric’s Kingdom. He made sure to ferry what survivors he could away from the Vengeance of his Fellows.

Alvis V Eldritch: Alvis is Grey. His clothes, his attire, his pet Owl, all Grey, everything save his skin (and he did try that for a while). Alvis, while not necessarily the oldest of his Fellows, has made the conscious decision to look Old. He walks with a wooden Staff, and has a large book with him at all times. He is the only one of his fellows to keep track and tabs on all the others. The rest usually go about their business meeting up on occasion. Alvis’ own business is a book store. He had played with the idea of a Library...but decided on a bookstore for one reason or another. His Bookstore can be found in many places. Almost anywhere, though you’re unlikely to meet him there. He often will sleep in the back, or reading and will often have some hired help manage things. Only getting him if someone wishes to buy from the more Eldritch sections. That knowledge costs knowledge and the knowledge given is lost forever to the buyer. As is the knowledge of having lost it. Alvis is the All Wise, he knows near everything. He and one other fellow are closest in true Eldritch nature to that Fellow of which they are mere aspects, echoes, and facets. He is not unkind, nor kind, he can be helpful but he doesn’t talk too often. All the other fellows show proper respect to Alvis. He does not know the Future...but if a thing is known..Alvis no doubt knows it. He keeps a Pen Dragon which Algimantus gave him..and a Pet Owl. No one is sure where the Owl came from. It might have just flown in one day and Alvis decided to keep it. No one is mean to Alvis’s Owl. Alvis will give info to his fellows if he thinks it will help..and he can keep Secrets. He and Albus instantly recognize Pen for what she is.

Lastly there is Alastor. When Alaric was slain the Fellow felt it as a searing pain. In retaliation he had all the fellows fall down upon the Kingdoms of Alaric and destroy it and everyone who played a part in the slaying of Alaric. Alastor, dressed in rags, not bothering with a face, and only barely attempting anything close to a human guise is the remaining vengeance personified. Alastor does not smile, nor laugh. He does not run, nor take interest in the Eldritch peculiarities of existence as his Fellows do. Alastor only searches for those who showed they could hurt him...and eliminate them with the same sword of Alaric’s which proved to be his undoing.

So...there’s all that.

Hope that’s sufficient. There will be more of course. I am writing/planning the writing of a thing which should show Algimantus making little Alaric the Pen Dragon.

Make of this what you will.

Al, the Chronographing Cottager and Prince of Naming 

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#The Als #my OCs #Eldritch Fellows

[heinoushangar]

PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

tagged by: @billrick! thank you sweetheart. :D tagging: if you wanna blab about yourself, take it!! & tag me. :o

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ): Red! TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): March 23rd.  THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): THE RAM. ARIES. YEA. not a goat.. not a goat... FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′1′’. FIVE ( HOBBIES ): roleplay is love. roleplay is life. so are video games and character building & writing. fiction’s eaten my life and i am a-ok with that. SIX ( FAVOURITE COLOUR(S) ): Dark red. Dark purple’s a comforting shade, but I think bc that’s my gf’s fav color. //laughs SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): I am so ashamed but I really don’t do a lot of reading because I have major issues with retaining focus. I want to! But .. yeah. HOWEVER, I’ve been sitting down and slowly knocking out Needful Things by Stephen King and I’m liking that so far? I definitely like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, too!  EIGHT ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ): It’s A Secret. I love that video so much. i am a very mature 25yo woman. NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): MRS. DOUBTFIRE. didn’t get to finish it bc I was runnin around like a chicken with my head cut off getting thanksgiving shopping and dinner together. orz not being able to finish a robin williams movie Hurts My Soul. TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): 

Purgis is playing some low “The Caretaker” tunes, Roaring ‘20s energy music, old crackling music that is so poor in quality you can feel it. Also, looking at some gross gorey body horror, neat skeletal collections, those fine dapper suits/vests/jackets/shoes photosets and funny necromancer posts! .. jesus, she and alastor would be good friends. that’s bad.

Malaria is a lot more closer to home. I just pretty much look at my personal dash and roll back to my 80s goth music along with Berlin and some jams from The Goonies bc man idk why I just draw inspo for her from there.

Wednesday is bacially the same as Malaria’s but without the 80s music. Soap&Skin’s a good band for her mindset. 

Courage is just some soft country music and farm pictures. Also helps when I just go bury myself into our pomeranian and love on her for a bit.

n/a for mandy.

Vaggie’s is just listening to a bunch of Porcelain and the Tramps, sexy music and drawing on my own hot temperament. Also my upbringing. hurray mixed heritage. 

Claudia’s honestly me binging Overly Sarcastic Productions mythology videos and listening to it alongside the Celtic Pagan web pages I read, weeping over Irish music, Oogie Boogie’s song and looking at rural gothic countryside / nature pictures with spooky wolves and axes. I don’t wanna say southern gothic but idk what to call it. THERE’S A THING FOR IT I’M SURE .. but just. woods. axes. scary doggos. also gothic victorian era aesthetic bc of course. and funnily enough, nice sunny summer day pictures. she’s the one dark character I got who actively loves bright weather and embraces summer and spring festivities. --- Claudia’s is so long bc I spent these recent months working on her haHA-

ELEVEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): What’s more ominous than an abandoned airplane hangar out in the middle of nowhere? Empty, vast, incredibly cold and incredibly drafty. Sounds like a good gathering spot for shady characters or hopeless wanderers to me, which this blog aims to focus on. o/ 

#red. #ooc. #memes. #meme response. #long post #boy oh boy do i love to ramble #it's so messy whoops

[petitprincess1]

Good Evening Ch9 (The Good Will Hunt)

AO3 Link Summary: Alastor goes to meet Charlie's parents and gets into an interesting conversation with Lucifer. Words: 1,631 Warning: Blood and violence, but mostly imaginary. ~~~ After Vaggie dropped herself off to the hotel to help out with the guests in the evening, Charlie went in Al’s car back to her house. She was sitting in the passenger’s seat and felt fairly odd being so close to him, especially since he was being so quiet. He didn’t even bother playing the radio or anything. Charlie glanced up at Alastor and saw that he still had such a small smile on his face. Not only that, but, despite clearly hearing her directions, he seemed to be deep in thought.

Charlie wondered if he was still thinking about what happened to Angelo and maybe even blamed himself? It was so hard to tell, since the man wasn’t easy to read. So, she looked down at Al’s hand on the gearshift and reached out to touch it, but him speaking caught her attention. Alastor sighed, “Darling, you don’t have to comfort me. I’m okay. I don’t want to say that these things happen, but Angelo has shown himself to be somewhat...difficult. ...Maybe it is fairly normal for him...bu-”

He stopped when Charlie still placed her hand on his, causing him to somewhat flinch. She stared up at the creole and said, “Well, regardless whether you think you’re okay, I’m still here. We all are. Ready and willing to lend an ear if you need to vent or leave a shoulder vacant for support. We’re here for Angelo, for his friends, and you, Al.”

Alastor glanced at her from the corner of his eyes as he slowly turned a corner and gave a soft chuckle. He moved his hand out from under Charlie’s and softly stroked her golden hair, mumbling, “What a beautiful doll you are…”

Al then followed a strand of hair down to her pale skin and was about to rub her naturally rosy cheek with his thumb, but Charlie shrunk away by pointing out, “O-Oh my house is right there!”

Alastor looked at the large manor and he smiled, “Yes, indeedy.”

~~~ When the two walked into the house, they were instantly greeted by two black, white, and brown goats that were trying to climb onto them and were making small bleating sounds. Alastor was taken aback by them and was expecting more of a calm or quiet atmosphere, not instant cuteness. Charlie, however, giggled as she leaned down to them and cooed, “Hi, Razzle and Dazzle. Who are the two cutest geets in the world~? You are!”

Al just blinked at the three and then gave a small grin, placing his hands in his pockets and getting a slight calm. That was until he felt Anthony’s phone in his pocket and the same odd, saddening anger swirled in his chest. He was about to ask if he could be excused, but then got heard a woman announce, “Oh, well, I was wondering why the two rascals ran off.”

The two looked up from the goats and looked at Lilith flipping a strand of her long golden hair over her shoulder, while staring amusedly at the two. Her long black gown glided across the floor as if it was her shadow following behind her. This mysteriously alluring atmosphere would have been a bit more effective if it wasn’t for the five more dwarf goats following after her.

Charlie gave her a strained smile and responded awkwardly, “H-Hey, mom. How’s it, uh, hanging?”

Lilith just answered as she walked closer to the two, “I would say that it is “hanging” pretty well, honestly. Almost like how you were hanging out the window this morning,” she finished with the subtlest bit of anger that made Charlie flinch.

Alastor looked between the two and gave an honest-to-goodness chuckle, gaining the two women’s attention. He looked at Lilith and smiled charmingly at her, complimenting, “My, I see where Charlie gets her charm from. Hello, Mrs. Magne! I am-”

“Alastor. Yes, I think anyone would recognize that voice in a heartbeat, dearie. Oh, and don’t say that. Charlie mostly got her adorable charm from her father. Speaking of Charlie, I am quite curious to know how you met my daughter,” Lilith questioned as she went to go sit on a couch nearby, allowing the little goats to play with one another. Despite the cuteness happening in front of her, it didn’t stop Charlie from feeling nervous. She was trying her best to think of how to explain how she met someone as famous as Alastor, but she was drawing a complete blank.

Luckily, she supposed, Alastor was quickly able to spin up a story and grinned, “Oh, I’ve come to this great town to do a report on the recent killings and to help your daughter run the hotel. That is how we met. Although, no need to worry about any possible threat coming to the hotel, I will not be broadcasting there. I hope you don’t mind me recording within here for a few days, haven’t been able to visit the local station to announce my arrival.”

Lilith seemed to be questionable of what he was saying, but other than that, it was hard to discern what she was thinking. Charlie was shifting quite a bit in nervousness and added in, “Uh, that’s also what I was doing last night, meeting him! I know it’s sudden, but...that seems to be the theme today, like one of my employees getting badly injured. Please, mom, I trust him.”

She really, really didn’t trust him, but a good bit of emotional manipulation never hurt anything...possibly. Her mother gave a hum and then shrugged, “Sure, why not? I can have servants bring your things inside, if you wish.”

Alastor gave a small nod, answering, “That would be quite lovely, madam.” Charlie then started to lightly push him towards the staircase and gave an anxious grin to Lilith, saying, “Well, I better show him around! Let’s go, A-”

“I think I’ve got that covered!” Charlie’s father called out from the top of the stairs, looking down at the three with a teasing smile. The girl’s heart dropped at realizing that her parents basically had planned an ambush in the beginning.

She felt Alastor’s weight leave her as he started walking up the stairs to Lucifer, feeling her heartbreak at her escape leaving her. 

Charlie looked back at Lilith and her mother gave a “kind” stare to her, patting the couch cushion next to her. She gave a small whimper as she went to go sit next to her. ~~~ Alastor followed Charlie’s father down the corridor, not really listening to the man talk, if he even was speaking. All that Al could concentrate on was the phone that he kept clenching and twisting around in his pocket. He was stuck thinking about the various ways that he could bring justice towards Anthony and make those that harmed him regret even misplacing a strand of hair on his head. All sorts of murderous or torturous scenarios ran through his head, causing his smile widen to an almost insane degree.

His smile slightly faltered when he heard Lucifer ask, turning his head to him, “Is that right?”

Alastor blinked at him and gave a soft smile, “I am sorry, Mr. Magne. I don’t believe I quite heard you. Also, may I say that Mrs. Magne is quite the swanky skirt!”

“Uh….sure? I said that you were from Louisiana and that you all were recently being revisited by “The Axeman”, is that right?” Lucifer, apparently, repeated his question, making Alastor just give a small nod. He was a little too invested in imagining his knife slicing a person’s throat slowly and watching them choke on their blood to desperately plea for their life. The man went on, “You did quite the extensive coverage on him, even going into great detail about some of the murders.”

Al then checked back in, sensing an accusation afoot, and chuckled, “What exactly are you getting at? My details are so, well, detailed because I am simply reading what was prompted to me. Plus, who doesn’t love a bit of gore and horror in the story! It’s hilarious!”

Lucifer hummed, “Yes...funny. I’m not saying anything just yet, Alastor. I’m merely curious and with such a crazed man on the loose, it would make sense to question anyone from down there, right? Especially considering that he seemed to be murdering those in power or criminal backgrounds...and then this man comes to my daughter’s hotel?”

Alastor just watched him as they walked up to where he would be staying, noticing that there were servants bringing his luggage. He shrugged easily and replied, “Yes, that makes perfect sense. I’m sorry if I aroused any suspicion, but I am not a killer. Do I look like one?”

“...Looks can be deceiving.”

“Quite a one-liner, Magne,” his smile remained soft as it widened slightly. Lucifer blinked, looked him up and down, and replied, “Yes. Well, I apologize for saying such things, just wish for my family’s safety. I guess I better be leaving. Nice to meet you.”

Alastor watched Lucifer and the servants leave as he opened his door, bringing his bags inside. He didn’t miss Luci learning his name or how decadent the room was, but he didn’t care. Al grabbed a bag and opened it up, showing that it was a bunch of recording equipment. However, he moved all the equipment out the way as he pulled out a long, medium-sized box.

The creole unlatched the dingy, leather box and revealed many different knives, scalpels, pliers, a missing place of where a shovel was, and many other handy tools. Alastor pulled out a classic kitchen knife and lightly stroked the dried blood that remained on there, whispering to himself, “Time to go hunting~”

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