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theyanderespecialist · 2 months

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Base Yandere Velvette Headcanons: I'm The Hashtag Yandere and Do What I Please

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I had this VOTE on YouTube for the next videos/headcanons and you all were more than HALF of you! Wanted to see Velvette so here she is! Headcanons on Wattpad, Tumblr, and Archive! And A YouTube video version of it! Enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: Velvette is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun, and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Velvette from Hazbin Hotel-

.Velvette is the glue that holds the two other V's together.

.She is also the youngest of the V's and the youngest of the overlords.

.She has high ambitions though and wants to make her status in hell top tier and everlasting.

.She fell in love with you, one of the people that work in the Vs towers. You were not a model, and your soul did not belong to any of the V's.

.You just knew where the money was to be made, and knew that the Vs could very well be the future of hell.

.She had you work in her department, she wanted to make you into a model, but she chose not to.

.As she does not want to share you with anyone else.

.Though she personally designs clothes for you, you really are her doll.

.She dresses you up how she likes you to look, and does your hair how she likes it.

.You are more or less a dress-up doll for her and because she is an overlord you really cannot say no to her.

.Besides you do not mind as much cause she has the best style and she actually does make you look really fucking good.

.She would see you when you are her partner as needed to uphold the Vs brand, so you have to look as stylish as possible.

.She is also the backbone of the V's and is willing to go after what she wants even willing to fight other overlords.

.this affects you as she is willing to fight for you and throw down for you.

.She will get right in the thick of it and beat the living shit out of anyone that tries to steal you away from her.

.She is your partner and if some unlucky bitch tries and steals you away from her, well they are good as double dead.

.She is a bit of a critical and judgy yandere, she knows when you are looking at others and she is very critical of it.

.She is also very judgy of anyone you are interested in.

.She will verbally belittle them and mock them, telling them how worthless they are and how pathetic they are.

.She will make them feel like absolutely vile creatures for daring to catch your attention.

.That or she will just kill them. It depends on her mood that day.

.She is also VERY Observant, she can tell when anyone takes an interest in you, which she puts a stop to right away.

.She also can tell if you are into her or not.

.Which allows her to manipulate your feelings and make it so that you do start to develop feelings for her.

.That is right she is also a very manipulative yandere, and will also most likely gaslight you as well.

.She is all about the grind, girl boss, and gaslight lifestyle.

.She is also very quick-witted and quick on her feet.

.She can react very fast and well to learning new things. So she can outsmart you and be several steps ahead of you as well.

.She knows that she is the best option for you and that you are the best option for her.

.She will possibly drug you, with her love potion.

.Cause that is right, she is great at cooking and potion making.

.She in canon uses Valentino Phermone salvia to help make a love potion which I suppose works like a aphrodsiac, ectasy, and possibly the Date R Word Drug maybe.

.She would use it on you as a very last resort. She rather not use it, but she is not above sinking that low to be with you.

.She also might make a new potion to make you have feelings for her.

.In which you are still yourself but you are attracted to her and want to be with her and only her.

.Again that is a last resort. She will sink that low, but only as the very last option.

.She will keep Valentino away from you, threatening to cut off his dick if he tried anything with you.

.She also gets along with Vox very well so she uses his cameras to keep an eye on you, and make sure you are safe when not with her.

.She is FOR SURE 1000 percent a stalker type of yandere.

.In which she stalks your socails medias, stalks you with Vox camera, and has put cameras and micrphones in your home.

.She knows where you are (Most likely is tracking you.) at all times.

.If you step to close to other Overlord's territories she will remind you that you work for her and that you are hers! And NO ONE Else's so stay where you are allowed to go!

.She is low key a very controlling yandere.

.She is also a very good cook and cooks for you all the time. She uses it as a way to smooth over any arguments.

.And she will drug the food to if she needs to.

.If worse comes to worse she will chain you to her bed and make sure that you can never ever leave her.

.She rather not do that, but she will is she has to.

.She also LOVES To show you off, you are her trophy darling and a prize that she has.

.She is going to make sure all of hell knows that you are hers and hers alone.

.How she deals with rivals, verbally, socially, emotionally, and physically ruining them and humiliating them.

.Most like making a public example of them and what happens when someone tries to steal you away from her.

.She would confess to you and offer a marriage soul contract. Where you give her your soul and become her spouse.

.If you accept this, you will sign and there will be no escape she will own you and you will be hers for the rest of the time.

.If you reject the proposal and her feelings, well be ready to be drugged and have her force you to sign it.

.One way or another you will give her your soul, it just matters how many freedoms you want, cause if she has to force you to sign it.

.You can be sure to be changed to the bed while she punishes you for trying to say no to her.

.You never say no to her, you belong to her, and you are damn lucky she loves you, or she would let Val punish you for telling her no.

.She would never actually let Val touch you, but she would threaten it, just to scare you into being a good partner.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS finally got this chapter done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy!]

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squichymochi · 2 months

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I wrote this piece around 2 AM today, and I’m still on the fence about it 😅. I might consider removing it later. Initially envisioned as a Soulmate Story featuring Vox and the Reader (Part 1 of 2 mayyyybe).

Warning: This story contains mentions of sexual intercourse, sexual parts, blood, curse words, and other typical elements found in Hazbin Hotel content. Reader discretion is advised.

Vox x Reader (Soulmates)

Word Count: 1.580

The world had always seemed cruel to Vox, a cosmic joke played at the expense of the naive. His life on Earth, even though marked by questionable choices, was shaped by a belief that the afterlife was nothing more than a farce.

And why should he care? According to the lore of soulmates, his was already dead.

Each person was born with a unique tattoo, a symbol of a destined other. But Vox's skin had been bare from birth, a silent testament to a soulmate lost before he even had the chance to dream. As it is said that the tattoo faded upon a soulmate's death, Vox grew up surrounded by whispers of pity and curiosity.

Did his soulmate die before he was born, was he one of the pity souls without a mate?

So when Vox awoke in Hell, transformed into a being more screen than flesh, the last thing on his mind was a faded fairytale. Furthermore it is said, that such a bond rarely survives the transformation from the living to the afterlife. He rose through the ranks, carving out his place as an overlord. He was one of the V’s, powerful, famous and deadly, a force to behold.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans. During a heated moment with Valentino, something unexpected happened. The air was electric and Valentino leaned closer to Vox, his breath a mix of sweet venom and temptation. Some might say poison, for Vox it was sweet oblivion. Valentino purred sweet nothings while his hands were slowly sliding lower. The taller grabbed the corner of Vox frame and both dived into their bodily desires. Suddenly a searing pain erupted where his skin met the digital interface.

"What the hell!" Vox exclaimed, his voice a crackle of static as he forcefully shoved his partner away, the latter stumbling over his two feet, a look of surprise on his usually composed face which quickly turned into one of furry.

Vox face felt like it was burning from the inside out, an intense heat focused on the specific spot Valentino just touched. The other, recovering from the sudden push now wiped residue from his face, smearing it across his cheek"¿Qué mierda?" he growled looking at Vox his eyes turning into slits.

“The fuck did you do this time?!”, Vox growled his voice a mixture of pain and glitching sounds. He stumbled to the nearest reflective surface, his hands instinctively touching his face, expecting to find some kind of damage.

What the demon saw instead took his breath away. There, etched into the corner of his screen was a symbol glowing slightly blue against the digital backdrop of his own face. Vox's fingers traced the newly formed soulmate tattoo, his cool demeanor giving way to shock.

Dropping to his knees, Vox gazed at his reflection, did this mean he had a soulmate…in fucking hell? "This can't be true... what in the everlasting pits of hell!"

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Meanwhile, you awoke in Hell with a scream, pain coursing through your body. Gone were the wings that had once defined you, a sacrifice made in pursuit of a love believed lost. Biting your hand you tried to stifle your pained moans until you broke the delicate skin and tasted metal on your tongue. Clutching your angel blade, you tried your best to slowly raise and move forward.

As fast as you could, you ventured into the dark corners of Hell, shedding your celestial wardrobe for something more fitting your new, infernal life. As you adjusted a makeshift belt, hiding the blade within the folds of your clothes, a gruff voice interrupted your thoughts. "Hey, whore! Want some of old Gregg's pieces?" a giant snail-like creature grumbled from the shadows.

With a twitch of your eye, you spun around, your hand instinctively reaching for the hidden blade. "If you value your better parts, I suggest you kindly fuck off," you replied, your words wrapped in a veneer of politeness, belying the threat they carried.

The snail recoiled, mumbling, "Your loss, bitch," before retreating into the darkness. Trembling, you fought the urge to vomit, the reality of Hell's horrors crashing down upon you. *This better be worth it,* you thought, steeling yourself for the journey ahead.

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"Bitch! This changes everything!" Velvette's voice was a shrill crescendo, echoing off the walls of the fancy and modern room. Her hands slammed down on the table with such force that Vox wouldn't have been surprised if she left imprints in the metal.

Vox, his screen flickering with a mixture of irritation and disbelief, replied with measured calmness, "This changes nothing. The possibility of having a soulmate now doesn't mean I'll suddenly become a lovestruck fool." His words were a growl, a digital rumble that resonated in the smoky air.

Valentino, lounging nonchalantly next to them, took a long drag of his cigarette. The pink smoke curled lazily around them, creating a haze that seemed to blur the lines of reality. "Mhh, didn't seem like it yesterday while I was wiping your seed off my mouth. You were tumbling to the next possible surface your cock still half hard and your body trembling in fear," he quipped, a sly smile playing on his lips, his golden tooth catching the light in a glint of mockery.

"You son of a—," Vox began, his anger boiling over, but his screen glitched, forcing him back into a facade of control. "This means nothing. They mean nothing. I've already commissioned someone to take care of them," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Yet, to anyone observing closely enough, there was a flicker of something else behind his stern expression – a hint of confusion, a shadow of sadness that he was too proud to show.

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Meanwhile, as you moved through the infernal landscape of Hell, pain and determination were your constant companions. The idea of finding your soulmate was a beacon in the darkness, a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. You needed to warn them of Heaven's new plans.

The revelation of your soulmate had come as a shock in Heaven. Had you believed that they were already dead while living on earth. The sight of the headphone tattoo on your wrist, reminding you of your earthly passions, had ignited a spark of excitement when arriving in heaven. But the seraphim's pitying look quickly doused that flame.

They had showed you. Seeing him in Hell, a digital demon ruling with three other overlords, your world had turned upside down. A soulmate in Hell meant a love that could never be.

But Chalrie’s revelation of Hell's extermination had changed everything. You had to act; you had to save your soulmate. Now, as a fallen being, you were determined to reach him, to save what little was left of your heart and his life.

Every step in Hell was a battle, each breath a reminder of the sacrifice you had made. But it was a sacrifice you were willing to bear. For a soulmate you didn't know was worth the trouble. For a chance at a love that might still survive in the depths of Hell.

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Vox zipped through the surveillance network, until he materialized in his headquarters. With a heavy, resonant sigh, he collapsed into his office chair. The weight of the revelation hung over him like a dense cloud.

"Shit," he muttered to himself, the word a static-laced hiss in the quiet of the room. The notion of a soulmate had upended his world.

In Hell, such connections were rare, almost mythical. Usually such bonds only connected the living on earth one said. They were powerful, yes, but also dangerously vulnerable - a leverage point that could be exploited by his enemies.

But as much as he was reluctant to admit it, he didn't want harm to come to his soulmate. The problem was, he had no idea what to do next. Lost in thought, he turned his head to the left, only for his screen to glitch violently, sending a ripple through the layers of Hell, ending in a short blackout.

"What the fuck!" The words slipped out in a whisper as everything flickered back to life, revealing the image of a figure decimating his security team. An angelic blade gleamed in their hand.

His processors strained as he watched them. They moved with a lethal grace, cutting down one after the other, hurting but not killing them. Then, in a bold, almost defiant gesture, they looked directly into the camera, hood falling back to reveal their face. A face that stopped Vox's non existent heart one would say.

They were stunning, their eyes meeting his through the lens, a middle finger raised in a gesture of rebellious challenge.

In less than a second, Vox was standing before them, his form materializing out of the digital ether. "Do you know, little one, who the fuck I am?" he growled, his voice a blend of menace and awe.

"Yes indeed, I am your soulmate, and I'm here to kick your ass and save your pathetic life, asshole," you retorted, a grin playing on your lips that bordered on madness.

Vox couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration, his circuits firing in a way they hadn't in eons. This was the most thrilling encounter he'd experienced in both his life and afterlife.

And then you collapsed into his arms, your back covered in blood. “Shit!”, he said before taking you home, where you belonged from now on.

As always thank you guys for reading ❤️

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zillypawz · 22 days

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Confrontation

PAIRING : Alastor x qpp!gn!reader

NOTES : spreading the aromantic agenda with my silly little queer-platonic partner reader!! :3 ALSO !! I based the relationship between them with my own aroace experiences. I personally still say “I love you” whenever im in a qpr because I still love them, just in different way yknow?? Just a heads up that any form of love portrayed in this fic isn’t romantic in nature :)

CONTENT : angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending, gender neutral reader, aroace!alastor

[Name] walked up to the door of the infamous “Hazbin Hotel”, a sour expression on their face as they knocked on the large door. A happy face poked through, her face lighting up at the appearance of a person as she swung the door open excitedly. “Hi! I’m Charlie, are you here to-”

“No, sorry, I’m not here for your hotel,” [Name] said, looking at Charlie for a moment before looking over her shoulder. “Is Alastor here?” They asked, looking at Charlie as they spoke in a rushed manor. Their hands clenched into fists and unclenched repeatedly as they waited impatiently for the princess to respond. “Oh! That’s fine, I guess, but-”

“How may I be of service!”

Charlie frowned at being interrupted again but stood out the way while her grip fell from the doorknob. Alastor stood behind Charlie, a wide smile as he looked at the person who called his name.

“Oh, [Name]. Hello again,” the Radio Demon said as his posture visibly straightened upon seeing them. His smile looked strained as his gaze remained on [Name]. The tension grew thick as the pair of partners looked at each other, unspoken words pouring like a fountain into the air between them. [Name]’s jaw clenched as they raised their hands and shoved Alastor. Charlie’s eyes grew wide and was about to intervene before the stranger began pointing a finger and yelling at Alastor, who stumbled backwards and held onto his staff to keep his balance.

“You absolute asshole! You left for seven years! You leave me for seven fucking years, and you reappear at some crappy rehabilitation hotel without telling me?!” [Name] complained harshly, stepping toward Alastor and shoving a finger in his chest as they stared him down. Their gaze was filled with anger, hurt and disbelief. Their eyes held tears that they refused to shed, noting the slight satisfaction in Alastor’s gaze. “I can’t believe you! You absolute douche!” [Name] spat, which Alastor responded with by gripping their wrist and pulling it away slightly. Alastor stared them down, laughing sourly as he glanced over at Charlie. She closed the door, awkwardly glancing between the pair as she debated whether to intervene or not.

“Now, now, my dear! Let’s be civilised, there are people watching,” Alastor spoke calmly, though the threat in his voice was no secret. He looked [Name] up and down, almost drinking in the fact they really were there and that he wasn’t dreaming of their existence. “Don’t give me that bullshit!” [Name] growled, pulling their hand out of Alastor’s grip as they spoke with a dangerous tone.

“Al, what’s going on?” Charlie asked, an awkward smile on her face as she stood next to Alastor. She looked over at [Name] and then at Alastor, concern flooding her eyes. Something was very clearly wrong, and Charlie being the sweetheart she was felt the need to try and fix it. Alastor turned to Charlie sharply, his everlasting smile growing wider than usual. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Charlie! If you will?” Alastor tilted his head off to the side, silently asking Charlie to leave the two alone in the entrance of the hotel. Charlie looked between them one last time before nodding slowly, walking away before quickly speeding up as she ran to talk to Vaggie about the strange encounter.

Alastor turned back to [Name] after Charlie left with furrowed eyebrows and a mildly frustrated look despite the smile.

“Where were you?” [Name] questioned, raising a brow while straightening their posture to match Alastor.

“I’m afraid I cannot tell you that, my dear-”

“Right, of course you can’t. You never could, could you?”

“[Name]-”

“No, Alastor!” [Name] yelled out, their hands clenched into fists tightly until the knuckles of their hands turned pale. Their breath was heavy as they panted, almost out of breath from the travel over and the yelling. “You can’t disappear without a word and just show up like nothing happened! Were you even- were you even going to tell me you were back?” [Name] continued, their harsh voice going softer toward the end of their sentence as they felt their hurt bubbling up. Alastor remained quiet, his gaze on [Name] never changing until they glared at him. He cleared his throat, his grip on his staff tightening.

“I won’t say it was exactly a plan of mine to tell you, no,” Alastor replied, staring at the hurt expression on [Name]’s face. Half of him enjoyed seeing the pain and suffering he seemingly put [Name] through, but the other half felt guilty. He felt guilty for feeling such satisfaction out of their misery, and felt guilty for having put them through that misery in the first place. “You must forgive me, my darling [Name]. I understand that this must all be troubling news for you, but please do note that this has nothing to do with you.”

“Do you really understand, though? How it feels to have your partner disappear from your hands for seven years without the acknowledgment of if they were even alive?” [Name] questioned, their tense shoulders falling as they looked at Alastor. Their gaze scanned every inch of Alastor as if they were searching for a sign of injury. Despite their anger and hurt, they still cared for his well-being. They felt relieved when they noticed no injury, before looking back in his eyes with a cold gaze.

“[Name], I promise if I could tell you where I was or that I was even leaving; I would’ve told you in a heartbeat. My love, I didn’t want you to be roped into another one of my messes,” Alastor spoke sweetly, raising a hand from his staff to hold [Name]’s face. His expression and voice was altered to seem sweet, but [Name] knew him all too well. Alastor simply wished to not cause a scene in front of the hotel staff if any of them waltzed even near them. And though there was a hint of truth to his words, it wasn’t all true. Resisting the urge to melt into Alastor’s touch, they took a step back as their eyes brimmed with tears once more. “Stop that, Alastor.”

“What do you mean, my dear?”

“Stop- stop acting like you didn’t expect this to happen eventually.”

Alastor’s hand hovered over the spot [Name] removed themself from before it slowly returned to his staff. He knew that the minute he returned, they would find out and confront him. He’s known for the last seven years. He gave out a reluctant sigh, clicking his tongue as he smiled. He knew it was time to face the consequences of his actions, he prepared for this. He was ready for them to take their leave. To leave him as he did them, except this time taking away the only connection they had to each other.

“I’ve never been great at telling the full truth, but dear, I do promise that if I could then I would tell you why I left,” Alastor said quietly, having the slightest hope that he could keep them tied to him. He really did love them, and sure their love was odd to most, he cared for them in a way he never cared for anyone before. It hurt him to leave, knowing he would be hurting his partner for something so selfish.

“I’m mad at you, and dear Satan do I hate what you’ve done, but I’m not leaving you.”

For once in his life, Alastor felt speechless from his surprise. They weren’t leaving? He looked at [Name], searching for a sign that they were lying. And though he saw their anger and hurt present, he saw no sign of a lie. They bit the inside of their cheek as they raised the hand and pinched their temple.

“I don’t forgive you, Alastor. But I trust you, and I love you. You are my friend and my partner and I am putting some faith in you that you do truly have a good reason for leaving for so long. And that you will tell me when you can,” [Name] spoke slowly, carefully picking out their words as they looked up at Alastor. They knew Alastor got into deals often and that sometimes they ended horribly, so they assumed that it was connected to that. Alastor’s expression softened as he reached his hand out to hold [Name]’s cheek. He analysed their face, gently stroking his thumb over their cheek as he gazed at them with a sense of gratitude.

“I missed you, mon amour,” Alastor said softly, bringing his forehead to theirs and pressed them together gently. Alastor closed his eyes and breathed softly, enjoying feeling them being near him again. “So, so much. I promise I’ll make up the years I missed with you till the end of this afterlife and the next,” Alastor added on quietly, feeling them lean into his warm touch.

“I missed you, too, lovely,” [Name] sighed, raising their hand to hover over the hand that held their face before raising their other hand and holding Alastor’s face in their hand.

They remained peacefully in each other presence, fearful that if they let each other away from their grasp the other would part from them in the blink of an eye. Charlie watched from around a corner, tearful but also overjoyed for Alastor while Vaggie watched carefully, not fully trusting the whole ordeal in the slightest.

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acidnhuskerdust · 3 months

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let me be your everlasting light (part 1/3)

18 plus! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Husk x Angel Chapter 1: can’t take the effect and make it the cause

Summary: During a rough night at the studio, Angel made the terrible mistake of moaning out Husk's name at the climax of his shoot. After dealing with Valentino's abuse, the spider demon wanted to place blame on the one who is always plaguing his thoughts.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abused and violence, a very angy Angel, breaking down

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Hi hello! I'm VERY new to this fandom, always loved Hazbin Hotel but never delved into the fandom until the fourth episode of the show!

Hopefully they are in character enough, sorta think of it as a character arc for Angel I suppose? LOL!!!

Main title: Everlasting Light by the Black Keys

Chapter title: Effect and Cause by The White Stripes

AO3 link: x (The 2nd chapter is there as well!)

A plume of smoke escapes past Angel’s lips as the sound of his heels clicking on the floor fill the space of the empty hotel lobby. There was a look of exhaustion etched on his face while he made his way towards the bar. It was a hell of a day at the studio, dried mascara caked on the fur of his cheeks and his lipstick smudged across his lips. Everything ached with widespread pain, yet the spider demon forced himself to walk with poise.

While approaching the bar, his eyes fixated on Husk, his back turned towards him whilst cleaning a glass with a rag. The gentle yellow of the lights above him casting down onto his fur made it look all so peaceful.

Angel’s lips tug up into a soft smile at the sight, Husk has swiftly become his favorite demon to see after such an agonizingly long day.

He goes to settle down on a bar stool, allowing himself to slump forward. He props an elbow on the bar, resting his chin on his hand. “Hey Husky,” He purrs out, his voice a bit scratchy. “Mind pourin’ lil ol me a drink?” His other hand takes the cigarette dangling loosely from his lips, snuffing it out on the nearby ash tray.

Husk lets out a quiet grunt of acknowledgment, setting down the glass he had been cleaning and reaching for a bottle. He turns around with the bottle in hand and silently takes in the sight of Angel before him. His eyes, half-hidden under drooping eyelids and thick brows, seems to drink in the bedraggled figure of his friend.

“Looking like shit, doll,” Husk rasps out finally with the slightest sort of tenderness seeping into his gravelly voice. “Must have been rough today.”

Angel lets out a snicker, finding the nickname sweet as can be as he watches Husk pour him a drink. He sits up, taking the glass into one of his hands and bringing it up to his lips. He takes a large gulp, drinking half of it one go before setting it back down on the bar. A sigh of satisfaction leaves him, enjoying the taste of hard liquor on his tongue.

“Well, ya’know,” Angel finally replies, leaning forward to rest his head against the surface while running a slender finger around the rim of the glass, mauling over his day. “Val was bein’ an absolute bitch as usual...” He huffs out a sigh, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Slipped offa the stage during a show, jus barely by the way. But did he give a shit I hurt my back? ‘Course not.” Angel rolls his eyes, sitting back up to meet Husk’s intent gaze. “Asshole made me work overtime, five dudes, ugly as hell.” He lets out a groan at the recollection, grabbing his drink to take another large swig before continuing, “Then Charlie was up my ass, askin’ why I was back so late. Y’know, just bein’ herself. It was hard enough today, was not willin’ ta deal with her constant chatter.”

Husk raises a brow, seemingly taking in Angel’s frustrations. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips while he grabs himself a glass. “Sounds like you had yourself quite the day.” Husk says with a dry chuckle as he poured his drink.

His voice drips with sarcasm as he adds, “And Charlie… Can’t blame her for trying to keep track of your sorry ass. She means well.”

Angel lets out a groan from his words. He rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink and sliding the glass towards Husk. As much as the spider demon hated to admit it, Husk always knew how to ground him, to make him acknowledge when he was being a bit too brash and a bit too rude. It was ever so galling.

“Ya can’t blame me, she’s like a puppy!” He exclaims, throwing all four hands up in a dramatic gesture. “Comin’ through the door, she’s right at your feet, yippin’ and yappin’, going on and on about how ya need to ‘relax’. All sunshine n’ rainbows. Now that… That’s hell. Hell on Hell.”

Husk shakes his head, pouring Angel another glass of the potent liquor. “You’ve got a point,” He grumbles, his arms crossing over his chest.

“She’s got that whole innocent ‘let me help you’ shtick going on.” The demon cat muses, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance. “Can be fucking infuriating sometimes.” He shakes his head slightly before fixing Angel with an intent stare.

“But I’ll tell you one thing doll,” He continues, reaching out to tap the rim of Angel’s freshly poured drink with one clawed finger. “That sort of caring isn’t common down here in this shitshow we call Hell.”

Angel takes a moment to ponder over his words before letting out a reluctant sigh. He was right, annoyingly enough; in his years spent in Hell, he’s never met anyone like Charlie.

“I guess..” He murmurs out, taking his glass in his hands to down half of the harsh liquor. “Least I got you Husky,” He purrs out, giving the older demon a sly wink. “Nothin’ better than talkin’ a bartender’s ear off. Specially if he gots the looks like you. I mean… Damn.”

Husk's eyes narrow slightly at his flirtatious remark, a low growl under his breath that made Angel smirk in satisfaction.

“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, Angel,” Husk retorts with a snarl in his voice. “I’m just here to pour drinks and listen to your problems. Ain’t nothing more to it.” His claws grip at his own glass as he takes a long swig.

Angel gives Husk a faux pout, “C’mon babycakes, ya’know I’m just messin’. We’re friends, ‘member?” He lets out a sly chuckle. Although he has simmered down in regards to his constant sexual innuendos since they became closer, he still couldn’t stop himself from slipping in some flirting on the side of their usual conversations.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” Husk mutters gruffly, turning away and busying himself with cleaning another glass. Angel hears him take a deep breath, causing his brows to furrow. What an interesting reaction…

He shrugs it off and finishes his drink, setting the glass down with a clink before stretching all four lanky limbs up into the air, giving him a painful reminder of the condition his body was in. “‘Suppose it’s time ta hit the hay.” He gets up from his seat, letting out a big yawn. “See ya tomorrow mornin? For Charlie’s little… Exercises?”

Husk scoffs under his breath at the mention of Charlie’s ‘trust exercises’. “Sure thing,” He replies dismissively. “See you bright and early then.”

Angel takes his leave, contemplating over how cute Husk looked like when he was so reactive. A smile on his lips as he heads up the stairs, the older demon really knew how to plague his mind.

He was on his mind so much… Angel was getting fed up with it.

The next day comes around, yet Angel never showed up to Charlie’s morning routine. Although he wished he did, wished so very badly that he was able to be there then where he had to go. Valentino called him back to the studio only a few hours after he had laid down, a last minute shoot or something along the lines.

Angel fucked up badly during it, he fucked up real bad.

During the final take, while some stranger was above him, fucking into him hard and fast, all Angel could see was him.

Husk.

Once he reached his climax he shouted out his name, and god the look on Val’s face when he came down from his high was nothing short of terrifying. Then came another brutal talking in his dressing room, thrown around, talked down to, kicked. Fuck, did it hurt.

'What is wrong with you? You do not utter any other name, you do not think of anyone else then who is pounding your pretty little ass! And you will not ruin another take ever again.' He told him.

The words that felt like sharp knives deep within his body bounced around in his mind as he pushed open the doors of the hotel. Charlie’s drill seemed to have just finished, he could hear brief chatter before it all died down once Angel walked past them. All eyes were on him, he could feel it and it made him feel disgusting.

He keeps his head down, all four arms crossed as he wordlessly limps his way up the stairs and goes right into his room.

Angel drags his tired body over to his vanity mirror, placing two hands on the edges to keep himself from crumpling down onto the ground. He stares back at his reflection with weary eyes, he looked so… Fragile. His heart wrenches in his chest at the sight of himself, glaring at his reflection. “Pathetic.” He seethes out. Because that was what he was, what he always will be.

In a fit of rage and despair, he swipes everything off the vanity in one go, the sound of makeup cases and bottles crashing to the ground fell on deaf ears. He felt so much, so fucking much, and god it was just so overwhelming. Why did that demon have to do this to him?

“Fuck!” He growls out, grabbing his chair and throwing across the room. He breathes harshly, going around the room to skew his things about, he needed it to be ruined, ruined like him.

As he grabs an empty bottle of booze to throw against the wall, the sound of knocking makes him freeze. Angel stays silent, hoping whoever there would walk away, yet the door creaks open anyway. He whips his head around with a dangerous glare in his eyes, expecting to see Charlie. Yet, it was Husk. His eyes soften for a fleeting moment, his heart fluttering in his chest.

Although that gaze hardens promptly once he is reminded it was all because of him. He put him in this situation. This fucking asshole.

“Fucking hell.” Husk mutters under his breath. He takes a step inside, closing the door behind him.

The grasp on the bottle tightens as the other begins to approach him slowly. “Angel, what happened?” Husk asks, his voice ever so slightly wavering.

Angel scoffs. “What do ya think happened?” The spider demon snaps, his hand beginning to hurt from how hard he was gripping the bottle. Seeing him right now was the last thing he needed, seeing that concern, that softness, fuck him.

“Fuckin’... Fuck!” He roars, hurling the bottle towards Husk. Despite his state of mania, he still made sure to miss the demon cat, the glass shattering against the wall behind him.

Husk barely flinched, his ears twitching in slight annoyance. He then takes another cautious step towards him, closing the distance between them. “Calm down for fuck’s sake. What happened? Talk to me.”

Angel’s hands tremble with anger and frustration, his mind a whirlwind of self-loathing.

“Fuck off!” He spits out venomously, “It’s you, it’s your fault asshole!” His entire face was filled with anguish. Why? Why did Husk have to be the one Angel obsessed over? Why did he have to be into the one fucking demon on hell that wanted nothing to do with him? He was Angel fucking Dust, he could get anyone he wanted, it wasn't fair. None of this was fucking fair.

Husk’s eyes widened in shock at Angel’s harsh words. “My fault?” Husk repeats, disbelief laced in his tone. “How the fuck is it my fault?”

Angel doesn’t respond, his eyes frantically searching around the room until his eyes spot one of the makeup bags he threw earlier near his bed. He needs something to take the edge off right now, he needs to forget, needs to be numb, he needs to be okay. He stomps over to it, picking it up and zipping it open to begin searching for anything he could find.

He didn’t realize Husk was rushing over to him until his clawed hands grabbed onto the case in an attempt to pull it away from Angel. “Fuck no, you’re not doing this right now.” His voice rings out gruffly, but even Angel can pick up the unmistakable tremor of concern underneath it.

Angel snarls at Husk, his voice dripping with venom. “Get your fucking hands off, ya prick!” He wrenches the makeup case from Husk’s grasps, sending a sharp glare in his direction. His heart was pounding erratically in his chest as the anger continues consume his entire being.

“I can do whateva’ the fuck I want!” He cradles the bag against the chest possessively. “And it is your damn fault,” Angel continues. “Ya got me…” He groans out in frustration, one of his hands coming up to push through his puffy hair. “Got me all fuckin’ twisted up inside! You don’t really give a shit, just anotha sinner in this shithole.”

Husk’s eyes narrow, his frustration mounting. He takes a step forward, the tension crackling in the air. “Twisted up inside?” Husk scoffs bitterly. “What the fuck do you even mean?”

The hand in Angel’s hair grasped tightly at the strands, harshly pulling. His eyes flew around the room, not able to settle his gaze on anything as he tried to think of his words. “You... You know exactly what I fuckin’ mean. Don’t you play dumb with me asshole!" His voice breaks, and his hand pulls harder at his hair till his scalp burned. "You don’t give a damn, I don’t even know why you’re here.”

“You think I don’t give a shit?” Husk’s tone raised with a mix of pain and defiance. His eyes lock with Angel, refusing to back down. “Think again, spider boy. Seen enough pain and suffering to know when I see it. God damnit, I’m here aren’t I? Ain’t that enough to tell you that just maybe I care?”

Angel’s eyes twitched, his words coming out of one ear and right out the other. He takes the final step forward, closing the gap between them till their bodies are almost touching. His breath came out as ragged gasps as he stared directly into Husk’s fierce gaze. “If ya give a damn, then why the fuck do you torture me?” He seethes out, taking notice of the confusion in the other’s eyes. Of course he had to spell it out for him. Angel continues fiercely, tears welling up in his eyes. “Bein’ all nice ta me, nice as ya can be at least, listenin’ to me, pourin’ me drinks. Yet ya reject every single fucking advance. Won’t give spare me a glance, me, Angel Dust!”

His hands shake with both rage and vulnerability as reaches up to Husk’s bow tie, gripping it tightly.

“And guess what? I still want ya.” Angel spits out through gritted teeth, the admission laced with equal parts of desire and anger. “And you know that, don’t ya? You like it, havin’ the famous whore of Hell always chasin after you, yet not giving him an inch to work with. Ya like fucking with my head.”

Husk’s eyes were wide as Angel glared down at him. He seems to be rendered speechless, a heavy silence between them as they both soak in Angel’s words.

Then, there was two clawed hands wrapping around his thin wrists. They were gentle as they pried his hands away from his bow tie. Conflict quickly writes across Angel’s face, eyes flickering down to Husk’s hands.

“Do you really think I’d ever enjoy this?” Husk begins, his voice hoarse, strained with emotions. “Fuckin’ hell Legs, there is nothing fun about that, nothing at all. You don’t get it, I don’t want to be some doll for you to throw around just because you’re feeling desperate.”

A flicker of vulnerability crosses Angel’s eyes. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. He was expecting a violent outburst, to feel a stinging hand across his face. But… He didn’t get any of that. Husk talked to him with patience, his hands barely wrapped around his wrists. Fuck, and the way he stared into his eyes, it felt like he saw his damaged soul.

“I…” Angel begins, feeling at a loss for words. His anger sheds away in a blink of an eye, now he was left confused and not only that, he felt like a total asshole. “Husk…”

He was cut off by the slight squeeze of Husk’s hands. Then he finally takes notice of those yellow eyes, there was a fire burning within them, an unspoken desire.

“You want me? You really fuckin’ want me?” Husk leans closer until their breaths mingle together. “Then prove it.”

His eyes widened, searching his face to confirm this was real, that this wasn’t another rejection.

Angel’s gaze softens, and tears cloud his vision. “I’ll prove it.” He murmurs out, his voice shaky enough to make him feel embarrassed.

The spider demon was the one to close the gap between them, pressing his lips against Husk’s with pure desperation. He was so… Soft. Right now, in Angel’s eyes, everything about Husk was soft.

Husk didn’t push him away like Angel expected. Instead, he responded to Angel’s desperate kiss with equal need. He feels one clawed paw finding its way to tangle itself into Angel’s soft white hair, while the other settled firmly against the small of his back. Husk pulled him closer, and it felt so very warm.

Angel’s eyes screwed tight, tears seeping out and creating a path down his cheeks, making the kiss taste salty mixed within booze and cigarettes.

Husk takes the lead, backing up until the back of his knees hit the bed. He lowers himself down onto the plush surface and Angel follows, moving to straddle the cat demon’s lap. He tilts his head down, deepening the kiss.

It was so much better than all the times Angel day dreamed it in his head. Husk wasn’t rough, yet he matched Angel’s eagerness, pulling his body close till there was no space left between them.

His lips felt like Heaven. How ironic.

What felt like both forever and only a fleeting few moments, Angel was the first to pull away, taking in ragged breaths. He stares down at Husk, in complete awe. Husk gaze only held warmth and understanding.

That gaze was enough to make Angel lose it. He wanted so badly to go into his usual act, settle back into his persona, to make some sort of cheeky remark yet he couldn’t, not right now.

Right now, he was just Anthony.

Fresh tears fill his eyes as he goes to shove his face into the crook of Husk’s neck. He sobs against his fur as all four arms wrap around the other’s body, his hold practically screaming, don’t let go. Never let go. Stay.

“Husk…” He croaks, feeling so hopeless in the moment for showing such a vulnerable side to him. A raw, unfiltered display of pain and anguish and fear.

Gently, Husk lowers them both further down onto the bed, his arms wrapping around his slim torso.

“Shh… It’s alright.” Husk murmurs softly, running a comforting hand up and down Angel’s back. “I’ve got you.”

He’s got him.

That... sounds so nice.

Husk was so wonderfully patient, allowing Angel to release all those pent up emotions that have been festering inside of him for far too long. There was no room for a façade, not right now, Angel allowed himself to cling onto Husk as if he was a life line.

There are no grand promises or empty reassurances, just the comfort of being held and heard by someone who understands pain all too well.

Angel then finds himself beginning to calm down, his breathing steadying itself. Not even an ounce of help from drugs or alcohol this time.

He forces himself up, lifting his head from Husk’s shoulder. His voice comes out choked and broken as he looks into the older demon’s eyes.

“Fuck… I’m sorry,” He mutters, his voice filled with remorse. “Didn’t mean to fuckin’ break down like this.” He wipes at his tears angrily, a mix of frustration and self disgust coursing through him. Did he seriously just sob his eyes after sharing his first kiss with Husk? How pathetic.

He closes his eyes, taking a slow breath. “I… I also shouldn’t have blamed it all on you.” He lets out a long sigh, there was nothing worse than when he had to admit he was wrong.

While his eyes were closed, Angel feels a hand cupping his face and the sound of deep chuckle hits his ears. He slides one eye open to look down at the demon below him with curiosity.

“That must have been hard for you to say.” There was a smirk on his face and Angel wished he had it in him to give him a witty remark. Luckily, Husk continued, “I get it doll, sometimes it feels good to place blame on someone. I sure as hell do it all the time.”

His thumb strokes away a stray tear, and fuck, Angel has never seen such a tender look on the usually grumpy demon’s face.

“I’m sorry too, that I made you feel like I was just trying to torture you. In all honesty, I had no idea you… Actually felt this way towards me.”

Angel’s brow quirked. “Are ya serious? I mean… How many times have I hit on ya?”

Husk rolls his eyes, his smile not wavering. “And how many times have I seen you hit on others?”

Angel huffs out, he got him there.

“But listen to me. You’re allowed to want what you want,” His words turn into soft murmurs. “And I’m here now… To be whatever you need me to be, long as you don’t treat me like one of your boy toys.”

Tears well up into his eyes once again, nuzzling into the tender hand on his cheek. He purrs out a sigh from the contact as he leans in closer. “I don’t need ya to be anythin’,” He says barely above a whisper, his lips barely brushing against Husk’s. “I just need ya to be here right now, want ya to hold me.”

Without hesitation, Husk’s embrace around Angel tightened, holding him securely against his chest. Angel takes the chance to wiggle down, burying his face into his furry chest, breathing in his musk.

“I’ll hold you all night if you need me to.” He replies in a low voice, his lips grazing over the top of his head.

Angel hums contently in response, taking his words and holding them closely to his heart. As silence falls between them, a thought comes to his mind. He chuckles softly, the sound muffled against Husk’s chest.

“Ya’know… I don’t think I’ve eva been on top of a guy without him fuckin’ me,” He says playfully, yet his voice was still filled with genuine warmth. He peers up, just enough for his pink eyes to peak out. “It’s nice.”

The demon below him then lets out a low chuckle, his deep voice vibrating against the spider demon’s head nestled against his chest. “Well ain’t that something,” Husk replied, a smirk on his lips. “Glad to be your first.”

Angel settled his head back against Husk, nuzzling into his fur with a soft smile on his lips. He laid there with Husk all night, and for the first time in a very long time, he was able to get some decent sleep. Husk felt like an oasis amidst the chaos of Hell, and right now?

Right now that was more than enough.

#huskerdust #hazbin hotel #Angel Dust #hazbin hotel husk #husk #hazbin #huskerdust fanfic #my writing

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miasmaclockworks · 2 months

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Inhale (killk me)

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chaifootsteps · 4 months

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Are there any characters you find interesting in Hazbin Hotel so far?

I really like Niffty, am starting to like Vox, and to my everlasting surprise, actually kind of like Adam.

Also he's not my beloved pilot boy, but Sir Pentious is stealing his way into my heart like a mango worm. Lil' muffin.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #actual blog post

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everlastlady · 3 months

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Rosie + Alastor Icons for you and your bestie to match with. Ah! I love Rosie and Alastor's friendship, hopefully we get to seem interact more, and even do that duet.

I made these icons on polarr, but feel free to use them. Just please do not edit over them or upload anywhere else thank you darlings.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie #alastor the radio demon #radiorose #hazbin hotel icons #hazbin icons #hazbin everlasting

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silvergolddraco28 · 19 days

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LMK x Hazbin Hotel- part 10- Stone vs Radio

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Wukong blinked as they appeared at the gates of the rather massive yet slightly run-down hotel where a demon dressed in deep red and black with deer-like traits stood at the gate holding a cane in the crook of his arm that was topped by an old-fashioned microphone. Wukong made a face at the scent that came from the demon. “How does she not smell the decay and rot coming from him?” Wukong deadpanned.

“Ignore it like the sweet Angel my little girl is.” Lucifer praised, not even he could fathom how such a monstrosity could latch onto his faithful daughter.

“Alastor what the actual fuck?!” Vaggie stormed already brandishing her weapon. Though the demon oddly had his back turned to them. “Charlie’s done nothing but sing your praises whilst you go out of your way to prove your the exact scum this hotel doesn’t need-” Vaggie was cut off by a burst of loud radio static coming from the microphone cane.

The demon’s head snapped all the way round as he finally met the small group. “Well! Well! Well! I see my little message was received hm?” His head cocked at an angle whilst the rest of his lower half still faced the hotel. “Now let me in~.” The demon sing-songed but there was malice laced with his words.

“No,” Wukong replied calmly but with a firm finality. “I don't trust someone that has eaten younglings to gain more power and enjoys consuming flesh for its taste instead of necessity from lack of proper food.” Wukong bluntly replied. “I might let you back in if you can beat me in a fair fight. Hand to hand and a single weapon of choice. I can even provide a spell that will make the area of the fight a null void with Lucifer acting as the provider for the magic to the spell, the spell will cut off the area from outside magic and simply leave us with any abilities that are unable to be suppressed due to their nature.” Wukong replied.

The radio demon was silent as he regarded the monkey demon. His eyes narrowed in recognition as the everlasting smile imprinted, tightened. “I don’t believe you have the authority here. Monkey.” The radio demon replied, eerily calm.

Vaggie really should condone any fighting unless it was in defense of the hotel but… this was? Surely…? She could already see Charlie’s disapproving gaze of such a method but what could be done? After all, if Alastor were to back out it would pose questions on his… intentions. As if they were not dubious enough.

“Seems fair to me unless you’re a fat fucking chicken, THEEEEN Wukong here automatically wins!” Lucifer decreed.

“I'm one of the Seven Demon Kings, Bucko. I’d give Lucifer a run for his money in combat.” Wukong stated pulling the bluff from what he currently gathered about the world.

The smile on the radio demon surprisingly relaxed, if anyone was looking closely to see. “Is that so monkey?” Alastor leered, voice distorting laced with an undertone of amusement. His body snapped, spinning fully to face them as he now approached growing in size. Whether or not the primitive fool was telling the truth a gloss over his statue the radio demon could gather he was no stranger to combat. There was more he needed to discover about this creature. But he needed to play his cards right, though the ape had pissed him off greatly.

“Why heavens me! It would be primitive to combat a fellow lord now wouldn’t it? Such an improper custom.~” Alastor sing-songed. “It would seem we have started off on the wrong footing. Monkey.~”

“No, I want to see how the competition has grown since my last visit to Lucifer’s Realm. Surely you can indulge me in that much.” Wukong countered. “Fighting shows me the potential and how the rest of the realm would measure up,” Wukong stated, not bothering to correct Alastor on what to call him. ‘From his intellect, he would know exactly who i am if he heard my full title. He looks like someone who would read foreign literature.’ Wukong deduced.

“Primitive as always monkey.” Alastor quipped, though…he supposed he did have rage to unleash. And what better way than to directly inflict pain on the source of his current problems? “And once I win?”

“We go the fuck home.” Vaggie barked

“I loosen that leash you have.” Wukong replied, his eyes glowing a fiery golden color as he looked over Alastor’s form. Wukong held out a hand as a bamboo scroll appeared in his grasp with a small crimson and gold ‘stick’ inside of it. “This is the spell for the null void.” Wukong stated handing it to Lucifer hiding a smirk as his suspicion of the male being able to lift his staff was confirmed. Wukong then held his other hand out of the ground, slowly the ground began to shift and split apart as a crystal staff rose from the very earth with Wukong spinning it in his hand to test the weight once it was fully out. “This is my weapon of choice.”

Alastor stood still. Once narrowed eyes in mockery slowly widened. ‘Primitive fool and a fucking liar… Yet…’ Doubt weaved into his decrepit skin as the radio demon prickled at the sensation. He could feel the scorching eyes of the king that stood before him. ‘He knew. And he could see his shackles too.’

“I… believe you’re mistaken.” The demon lost his composure as his voice came out more rasp then intended, the smile he wore breaking ever so slightly. He warned with his growing eyes for the king to say no more. Whatever he knew he did not need the other two catching on. Was it desperation? Alastor chose to ignore but the slither of freedom had prevented itself. He had to take it. What other chance did he have?

“Sweet!” Lucifer’s overly confident voice cut through momentarily distracting Alastor as he watched the man eagerly take the scroll. “Fancy little thing too!”

“Your weapon then?” Lucifer pointedly turned to the radio demon who spun the cane he was commonly known for. “Now I want a good clean fight boys! Dazzle Maggie and I! Put on a show like your life depends on it!” Lucifer commanded.

‘Oh, the fool had no idea.’ Alastor mussed.

“I will knock you upside the head with my staff if you get her name wrong one more time. Her name is Vaggie!” Wukong stated to Lucifer the fiery gold in his eyes vanished.

“Like it’ll hurt!” Lucifer scoffed but he would rather not be bonked by the stone monkey. After all, they were just starting to bond! “Okay! Okay! Monkey man, mag- I UH MEAN TO SAY Vaggie. My dear Vagatha.” The demon king nodded. “I should write this down.” He murmured more to himself.

Vaggie looked about ready to throw the towel in just wanting to get back to Charlie but the gesture from Wukong was appreciated. The demand for respect and to be taken seriously was…nice. It was certainly a change from the attitude of the hotel.

The golden monkey rolled his eyes. “You can head inside to your mate Vaggie. This might become a bit messy and isn't something a youngling should be watching even with your experience as a warrior.” Wukong told the woman.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me monkey man!!!” Lucifer half scolded but descended into a fits of laughter. What exactly was so amusing was beyond the rest.

He took several steps away from Lucifer and Vaggie to make space for the fight. “Word of warning, hope you don't mind the heat of a volcano.” Wukong cryptically stated.

“Do as you please simian. I don’t see why we can’t have our fun hm?” Alastor replied though there was a clear shift in his stance.

Vaggie blinked, surprised he could even guess so easily despite showing no action. He really was in a league of his own… or he was just being considerate too. She seemed torn between staying as ordered. She too had witnessed horror from her many previous battles but such a sight she no doubt had wanted to leave in the past. Whatever these two would enact she did not really want to be part unless needed. “Should assistance be required at any moment I would be honored to be of aide Mr. King sir.” She turned to Wukong with a sincere and grateful nod, before taking her leave.

“BYEEEE M- V-VAGGIEEE! SAY HI TO MY BABY GIRL! Can I say the spell now- I wanna see some ACTION! PIZAZZ! Ya know? The fun stuff!” Lucifer moaned once he’d waved the militant demon off. He scowled at Alastor while casually inspecting the spell scroll. “Looks like our resident chicken legs over here FINALLY found the fucking nerve to fight! What’ll become of these two demons battling it out for the utmost control? Staaaaayy tuned folks!” Lucifer’s voice seemed to project to an obnoxious volume as if it were all a spectacle.

Wukong snorted at Lucifer’s excitement. “Go ahead. Simply untie the ribbon and have a clear mind of the boundary. The scroll will do the rest.” ‘Looks like my truest form will be let out.’ Wukong thought to himself.

“Ohohohoho!” Lucifer gleefully beamed at the scroll within his grasp stroking the ribbon as well as the Intricate patterns and designs. “By the way, announcing is a MUST! It’s my very being! Ya know kinda my thing anyway. I’m gonna fucking enjoy this.” The demon grinned.

Alastor twitched. He would kill this man before they would even start. But unfortunately Satan himself would have to wait too. ‘Pity.’ Alastor thought to himself itching to decapitate the bumbling blond idiot.

“Well then.” Lucifer coughed, making a point to take his sweet time unwrapping the ribbon. “Now wait just a minute folks! Any final words from our SPONSOR?” A miniature duck appeared, clearly crafted by the man himself. He feigned listening to the inanimate creation before regarding the two. “May the best fucker win.” Lucifer bellowed with a demonic undertone showing off his sharp shark like teeth. The ribbon came undone and dissolved into dark purple sparks.

A large white circle glowing with runes followed by a second circle surrounded the two as a transparent white dome lifted up and closed above the two before turning a fiery red then black as every scrap of magic inside of the dome was promptly nullified. Wukong took a deep single breath as his body began to dry out and crack like weak clay as chunks fell off revealing his actual stone flesh veined with thin golden arcane lines between the copper-gold ‘fur’ that ‘grew’ in cover the ‘skin’. The air around him was as hot as an active volcano from the very heat he was generating with each pulse of his heart. He smirked before racing forward with nearly inhuman speed. ‘No holding back.’

“AAAAAAND WOULD YA BELIEVE IT FOLKS! Turns out our very own resident stone monkey is… you FUCKING guessed it! MADE OF STONE?! A little on the nose there but a fun surprise for the viewers! And here he prepares for the attack!”

The radio demon stood eerily still. Ears twitching at the sheer velocity of speed the stone monkey exceeded. The heat grew, scorchingly as the distance closed between them. ‘No incantations? No magic? No problem. It had been a while since I had fought so… Crass yet so be it if it meant putting that primate in its place.’ With the speed the monkey had Alastor matched him in evasion. Limbs contorting as he separated the distance nimble on his feet as he continued to observe his opponent with a haunting smile.

“Your fast. But I'm much faster.” Wukong grinned as he comteley let loose ‘disappearing’ before reappearing right behind the radio demon swinging out his staff with inhuman speed completely abandoning the need to even restrain himself to human standards.

“We’ll see about that. Monkey.” The demon quipped. He was a deer demon after all. Before one of the iconic radio host. Skittish were what they were known for. Searching for danger at the slightest sound, a shifting change of wind, a whiff of an unknown smell.

“YIKES IT SEEMS OLD RADIO HEAD ALREADY LET HIS GUARD DOWN?!” Lucifer called out his eyes just barely keeping up with the speed Wukong was going at and still the pace was increasing to such a degree he might have to allow his eyes to go full demon just to keep up.

The radio demon knew he would not evade the wielded weapon. Not in time. Though he cushioned the blow as his form changed. Such a thunderous slam shook the dome’s very core. Hell, even Lucifer could feel its stark vibrations from where he was. He took the opportunity to slide into the shadows of the staff breaking free of the weapon as he stood. Though clear, the attack had left its mark. It was mere child’s play. And insulting. “Cute.” Alastor retorted as his eyes grew protruding dials. The pungent smell leaching from him earlier became stronger. Sickeningly so as he grew in size reeking of those once his meal. Not giving the monkey a recovery as he bolted in a deranged crawl closing their distance.

“Oh, are you trying to be a demented spider?” Wukong taunted waiting for the attack as the heat from his body grew even more as he got even more pumped burning away at the clothing leaving him bare and revealing he actually didn't have a gender at all at least in his truest form.

“Now, now simian. Don’t hold back.” Alastor teased, his voice distorting incredibly, enthralled with every punch.

“I’ve beaten much bigger and creepier demons than you.” Wukong stated as he stopped the claw coming to his face with two fingers before slamming his other fist into the hand hearing many bones breaking from the force.

‘Such power….’ His large dialed eyes began to swivel as his form vibrated as some sort of static. With every hit he took from the simian more appendages sprouted from different angles each lunging and evading for the stone monkey. ‘He would not be bested by a primate. Though he would bide his time.’

“Well- this just got REAL FUCKING WEIRD and kinda hot. In a respectable kinda way amiright folks?!” Lucifer seemed to watch in both disgust and yet morbid curiosity.

Wukong’s eyes had taken a slitted form much similar to a cat’s or snake’s eyes while his tail waved behind him, golden fire escaping his lips the heat having expanded to envelop the entire dome, slowly melting away at the ground making it bubble and boil like a thick molasses that didn't stop Wukong’s movements while his attacks began to leave serious burns and deep marks that were burned black from his obsidian claws ripping out swaths of flesh and cutting off extra arms with ease and grace of someone performing a deadly dance.

"Now that's more like it."vThe radio demon encouraged, seeming to join in the hellish dance as the heat began to spread throughout the battle space. The deer demon continued to evade and slash with daggered attacks when there were openings. The more the warrior cut off the hellish form the more fearsome it began to arise. The demon did have to admit however- The flames emitting from the warrior stung. He could not deny this surprised him greatly. "You wound me holding back, Monkey." Alastor roared, the grotesque smell of decay increasing tenfold and so too did the initially quiet screams being emitted from the appendages cut. The howls of the lost souls echoing across the dome as former lords and ladies cried out to a fruitless savior.

"TALK ABOUT TURNING UP THE HEAT! Monkey brings out the flames scorching his opponent! Dear ol radio boy is holding his own but for how long for? Will this be the end for radio as we know it or does he have another trick up his sleeve folks?!" Lucifer cried, announcing from above for a better view. "FUCK that smells awful." The demon practically gagged, even from his birds eye view the heat and smell -heavens above- were potent!

Wukong took in a deep breath before bright golden colored flames covered his entire body being released from the small golden veins spread throughout his ‘skin’. The flames quickly spread to the boiling ground and ignited everything in a massive ball of golden fire kept isolated in the dome.

"Child's play." Alastor spat. Though the feigned bravado tithered. Regardless of his poor methods of combat- he could not lose. ‘The cost was far too great.’ The screams of the lost souls were piercing as the radio demon began to grow tenfold. The harsh static clashing against the flames attempting to repel the areas not already covered. Though the demon remained fixed, his appendages warped by shadow as distorted body parts flung in rage appearing from all directions to latch onto the monkey. ‘He just needed one good touch to pull him under.’

“You’ve never had to deal with Divine Flames have you?” Wukong drawled as the first limb that came towards him was reduced to rich brown dirt with grass growing from said dirt unbothered by the heat or the golden flames that became a soft earthy transparent green around the plant.

Alastor blinked. His dislocated yet crudely balanced head became still as he watched his appendage fizzle away. Reduced to nothing until life sprouted from its ashes. The dome was silent.

Even as a former angel himself, Lucifer could not begin to describe what he had seen. He recognised the power. He could feel the familiar energy entwined within his own being, however… In the short time he had known the radio demon -greatly disliking him for swindling his way into his daughter’s favor- the former angel pitied the scene before him. There was a reason a hierarchy existed in the first place. Alastor would soon learn why. No amount of souls garnished and fed onto a silver platter could ever compare with those who sat at the top unscathed. Plus this battle showed the ease Wukong was having against the deer demon.

Wukong simply spun his crystal staff now coated in the same golden flames that became transparent over the pure crystal. The flame-covered weapon cut through each mangled limb reducing them to dirt just like the first with grass and flowers sprouting up with more transparent green flames mingling with the golden flames.

"Well shit folks this looks like this fight took a turn for the very worst for ol’ Radio face." Lucifer's booming voice cutting through whatever foolproof plan the trapped demon had been concocting.

The radio demon let out an indescribable cry of both rage along with entire disbelief watching as the pain rose from his severed appendages before his eyes. He tore away from the remaining limbs trapped under the weight of the blaze as he feebly wrapped into the shadows. Creating distance between the two. He needed to heal- The searing pain from the staff alone sent him down. Any attempt at regeneration was futile only met with the harsh golden flames preventing any further progress. Why couldn't he regenerate?! What the fuck was this power?

“Yield. Those flames will not stop until every last bit of unnatural energy has been purged clean from your body.” Wukong advised as he stood crouch atop the crystal staff like a cat.

"I'll kill you where you stand. Ape." The radio demon roared. His unnatural form convulsing and dislocating at every step to be rid of the relentless flames of which continued to burn. ‘He just needed to reach him. If he could just reach him and consume his flesh whole-’ Though every attempt at an attack was futile, never reaching the celestial primate as he writhed in feral anguish.

"Just throw in the towel would ya? Yeesh you're making it harder than it needs to be." Lucifer cringed, covering his poor ducky's eyes. Not that the demon didn't deserve this, after everything he had put sinners and ones in power through. Perhaps Alastor would finally learn his place.It was never meant to be amongst those on top.

“You will die before you can touch me and seeing as I am holding back the most violent flames that want to purge your very soul of all that toxic junk you can say you’ll end up fertilizer before you can blink.” Wukong deadpanned.

"Just give it a rest will ya?" The king of hell sighed. Clearly there would be no end with the behavior displayed from the demon. "All you gotta do is plead mercy." As much as he would like to see the sinner's corpse splattered adorned in the prettiest of insulting petals, Charlie came to mind as he continued to watch. Would she understand if the demon met his End?

"Never… NEVER!" Alastor shrilled. His distorted cords barely audible above the sounds of the frantic static he displayed. "I HAVE A CHANCE AT FREEDOM! IT CALLS ME! I WILL NOT BE BESTED BY AN APE!" With every attempt at reaching the monkey he fell, breaking away into nothing.

Wukong gave him a sad look. “So be it… Little Fawn.”

The dialls in the demon's eyes swiveled. Taking the celestial primate in, for all he was worth. A look he despised more than anything was pity. ‘Pity aimed at him no less was degrading.’ It was one he had not seen… in a long, long time. Past the dome he could see Lucifer, the former angel bore the same wretched expression. He had been too callous. Desperate dials swiveled in sheer panic but the demon could realize he indeed was bested. What match was he against heavenly power? He only held a fraction of his true potential. The rest sealed far beyond the dome, in the clutches of another. ‘Could he accept dying at the hands of a celestial before his true prime?’

"Oh for the love of-" Lucifer groaned knowing he would inevitably have to intervene for Charlie's sake. "Alright, radio-"

‘No... NO- NO! IF HE WAS GOING OUT THEN IT WAS GOING TO BE BY HIS OWN TERMS AND VIOLATION!’ Alastor’s mind screamed. "I yield."

“…You may not like what you turn out as at this point, Little Fawn.” Wukong sighed as the barrier broke and magic flooded back in warping and changing Alastor as he became smaller and smaller.

‘Again with that inferior name.’ Alastor would've seethed though the pain accompanied by the blazing flames was far too great. Whatever the celestial uttered fell on deaf ears. The screams of the lost souls entwining with his own soon took over just as it equally faded to static silence. Leaving whatever mercy they spared in a pile of ashes.

Wukong sighed while his body returned to flesh and blood covered up with a simple gold tunic and loose dark red pants. “And now we have a baby deer.” Wukong stated as he looked over the young fawn before him that was probably no older than four or five with a much paler red coloring and missing any clothing sitting in the pile of ashes.

"Hohoolllyyyyyy shit!" Lucifer choked as he descended. "ANNNNND THAT'S ALL FOLKS! WHAT A FUCKING FIGHT THAT WAS! Unsurprisingly my heavenly counterpart DESTROYED the competition. STAY TUNED TILLLLL NEXT TIME! Round 2 starts whenever this guy grows the fuck up I guess. Which is never." The demon deadpanned before properly taking in the sight. Large infant eyes regarded them both. "I'm gonna kick him."

“Nope! You are not doing anything.” Wukong stated as he gently picked up the little fawn getting little bleeps of a young fawn calling it's mother from the now ex-overlord. "Fiiine have it your way." The former angel playfully sighed. Would it have been morally right? No. But did the demon deserve it? Without a doubt.

He quickly covered the young one in a comfortable and warm set of pale red and gold accented tunic and pants. “This was the side effect I was talking about.” Wukong sighed, prepared to be bombarded with questions by Lucifer.

"Yeesh! No kidding." The demon regarded the crazed killer now just...a simple child. "So what is this- permanent? Does he even remember anything?*" Lucifer eyed the little fawn with both disdain and curiosity. The added tunic and pants weren't helping in its case. Given what this little creature formerly was, it was both horrifying and adorable.

“It's permanent. He will basically be forced to grow back up. It's part of my domain for being a Life and Nature God. I can't kill a soul, but I can purge it of any darkness to the point they basically regress to a simpler age to relearn everything from the ground up with some basics.” Wukong replied with a blush crossing his face. “The only souls I can truly kill are ones that are little more than mindless beasts without a scrap of humanity or morality left in them. The regression can be anywhere between one and four years old since that's where most younglings tend to observe their parents or caretaker and start building habits from observations.If the souls are under contract, then they would have been automatically transferred to you or Husk since Alastor is far too young to be making and holding onto contracts, even ones Alastor is under would be made void since he is no longer a mature adult soul.” Wukong rambled before he stopped blushing a bit darker at the unintentional info dump before looking up as Husk came flying down with Charlie running behind him.

“Well fuck me." Lucifer murmured, pretty astonished by this revelation. Before immediately clamping his mouth. He never particularly liked the use of colorful language amongst children. In the state they were in, they were the purest of souls. Regardless of nature. Angel? Demons? Mortal? All alike were pure. Perhaps heaven's influence had never really faded. He had enforced the very rules whilst raising his sweet Charl. And as Wukong rightfully said, their behaviors and response to information were all taught and learnt from the environment around them including those within that space. It certainly did put his mind at ease hearing this news. Better than watching their backs for a murderous 5 year old hellbent on revenge. The king of demons continued to listen eagerly to the ramblings of the monkey, captivated by every word. Ugh.. Souls were always such a bother to keep. Too many to keep track of, they weren't always the talkative type either. In all honesty it had been a while since Lucifer was even amongst company his social skills despite all his bravado were next to nothing. Maybe he could interest them in his craft! Not that any trapped soul could refuse. He was Lucifer Morningstar, after all. "H-Hang on just a tic! The bellhop here had SOULS! Lords of power..surely this means...-" ‘Heavens above… If those former sinners roamed free.-’

“Dead. Ended. Faded. They were far too gone and intermingled with that toxic magic for there to be anything left to save. Mihou is far more delicate with extracting souls of the dead from that kind of fate but unfortunately, I don’t have the finesse like he does. If any of the consumed souls had a shred of light left they would have appeared as a baby.” Wukong replied.

Lucifer nodded, taking all the additional information in. It certainly was a way to go out… And under a child no less? No doubt feathers would have been ruffled from such a degrading act. Though it couldn't be helped. "Wait- Who's Mihoo?" The demon asked before Wukong's second statement sent him reeling. "Fuuuuu-dge. Fudge. That little guy was under contract?! OHOHOHO I'm SO holding that over him when he grows!" Noticing his baby girl making her way towards them he frantically began waving.

“My Shadow General and my once mate... Before he met his first life’s end in an unfair fight against me…” Wukong replied, his ears falling down in deep sadness and guilt that swam in his eyes. “I can tell you the full story in private away from the younglings. Better for you to be aware of my mistakes than to be left in the dark about them, Lucifer.” Wukong added as Charlie exited the gates panting hard with Husk landing beside her. Wukong could sense that Husk was much stronger than before. ‘Ah, the contracts must have finished settling in him then. Might have to ask him to join me in spars to help him regulate his strength once again.’ Wukong thought to himself.

A saddened look seemed to cross the demon’s gaze hearing the celestial talk about his ‘once mate.’ He knew the feeling all too well as his own thoughts traveled back towards what he too had lost. The ring on his finger seemed to burn as a stark reminder as he began to twist it absentmindedly. “Hey, we’re all fuck ups down here. It’s what I’m known for especially.” Lucifer muttered with a bittersweet smile, his usual blazed confidence extinguished, leaving in its place a weakling flame the reigning king opened for Wukong to see. At Least with him he felt he could show those cracks. He wasn’t sure entirely why yet hearing a part of the monkey’s story was comforting. “I’d offer you a drink but you don’t seem like the type to wallow away in your sorrows. Offer stands though.” Lucifer winked. He was definitely intrigued as the inevitable story times shared could wait. The demon continued to beam, listening to the array of questions from his dear beloved. “CHARLIE! BABY! YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN IT LIVE! IT WAS-“ Lucifer clamped his mouth casting a glance towards the infant, before he abruptly lowered his tone with a comedic cough as Charlie used the interruption to call him out.

“Dad! What in the seven rings happened out here?!” Charlie nearly screamed as she pulled out her phone showing clips of a live stream of the fight with Lucifer watching the fight of a demonic deer against a flaming stone monkey. The only real sound was from Lucifer’s commentary nothing else could be picked up except the sounds of the fight and any bestial sounds. “This is practically viral all over the Hellnet! Why are they fighting?! Why is Mr King covered in flames?! Is that a Baby?” Charlie rapidly asked only for her eyes to land on the dozing deer toddler in Wukong’s arms.

“Fudging nuts! But yeah what the monkey said. So now we have this!” Presenting the infant fawn with jazz hands. While Charlie blinked at the cranky fawn that was swiftly handed back to Wukong when the baby began to tear up, hiding their little face in Wukong’s neck with their ears flat, a cute little tail on their bottom flicked down in distress. “Isn’t he just the cutest little ex-murderer ever?!” Lucifer pouted whilst making a face at the cranky demon child.

“Part of my powers is to purge toxic and unhealthy magics from the soul of a being, Ms. Morningstar. The process ends up causing the soul in question to basically regress to a younger age to relearn everything about the world from the ground up. Any contracts Alastor held or was under have either been given to Husk as he was the closest and must familiar to handle Alastor’s contract besides Lucifer while any contracts Alastor was under became void since his soul is no longer of a mature adult.” Wukong explained with a slight twitch of his tail at repeating himself plus he knew he would have to do it a second time when he entered the Hotel. “Can we continue this inside Meimei?” Wukong asked using the Chinese word for a younger sister to get Charlie to focus.

The princess naturally was flawed by the sudden news and could not take her eyes off of the child. Though she attempted to focus on her father’s words only static seemed to reach her as her sole gaze was drawn to the infant fawn. She reached out a hand before the celestial’s words finally made her stall. “Oh my…- R-Right! Of course!” She quickly nodded. Husk had remained silent through the whole ordeal but it was clear from his own stature and expressions he had very mixed emotions.

“Can’t have the newborn freeze now can we?!” Lucifer grinned though he knew full well Wukong’s warmth would keep the infant far from it. A familiar golden light adorned the group before the eyesore decor of the hotel greeted them.

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