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dreamsinmoonlight · 2 days

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Dude, I need part 2 of Yandere Alastor with Angel Reader, could you do it?

(HERE WE GO! Part two: Electric Boogaloo. I dedicate it to Hoizer's "It Will Come Back". Because, I mean, that song is a yandere song to it's depths.

Part One: Oh Doe

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: yandere!Alastor, angel!reader

Genre: Same as before, yet maybe a little more? And a little hope even?!

Pairing: we both know what this is

Summary: After your reunion, you came to understand that you didn't understand some things. But other things never change.)

My Doe

In the weeks that followed since your arrival at the Hazbin Hotel, you come to understand more and yet at the same time you couldn't help but feel you didn't understand nearly enough.

Angel was a sweetheart, once you got past some of his stranger tendencies, the ease and constantness of his flirting and flaunting of his sexuality. At first you had been confused and flustered because you weren't used to such things, not at all, and you learned eventually there was an element of amusement to it for him, because as Husk liked to inform you "your wings show off way too much, kitten, and the spider loves watching you flounder". Which didn't exactly stop you honestly but you started to get past it and you started to notice the loneliness and the injuries and the sweeter aspects of him. No one liked to talk about it but sometimes you got him to agree to let you use your angelic magic to heal the worse of it and he's tell you such fascinating stories of hell with the brightest shine in his eyes, you couldn't help but like him.

Speaking of Husk he was much the same but it was more like getting past the grump and the walls the ex-Overlord had up. He had the most info to share with you, not to say that Charlie didn't but talking to her was like talking directly to a rainbow; she was sweet and optimistic and you loved and adored everything in that in her but when it came to the cold truth, it was Husk who seemed most willing to talk.

It took a few days before you found out why he knew your name and you learned he was in some ways like you: a collar and chain kept him tied to Alastor, unable to escape him anymore than you were to escape from your memories and past with him. There was a small edge of concern you caught early from his words to you, that Husk knew you were something Important to Alastor, in ways that made him all the more dangerous to you. There was some pity to it and you appreciated it to a degree though you tried so hard to smile and act as if it was nothing, as if you hadn't had nightmares again of that day, of the way Alastor had looked, had sounded, the feel of his hand on your cheek wet with blood, your own blood. Of the fear, of the pain, of the darkness before coming to as an angel in Heaven.

You met Lucifer, and he was a strange person who you felt oddly comfortable around because how could you hate someone who looked at their daughter with the love in his eyes? He was such a funny and energetic person and you were fascinated by the way he, this enemy of Heaven, could be such a shining light. And how much he and Charlie resembled each other.

You met Nifty, strange, insane Nifty, who laughed and ran around and ranted about bugs and looked at you with the widest stare before trying to stab you with the nearest implement; Angel had had to stop laughing first, Vaggie screaming as she held back the tiny cyclops, before he could explain what had happened during the battle. Ah, you thought; so this was the one who had given Adam the final blow. But the order to stab any angel she saw didn't seem to be completely gone and you just giggled and smiled and said it was okay. You didn't hold it against her in any way.

You met Cherry Bomb, Angel's friend, and you tried not to giggle because you knew her already so well. Sir Pentious spoke of her with such glowing warmth you couldn't see anything but what he surely saw when you looked at the punk explosives expert.

You learned about them, you became part of their group, and you worked hard to find all the ways you could possibly help the hotel, help Charlie, and you understood all that so much. But still you found you no longer understood Alastor.

The Alastor you knew had always been a gentleman and so was this Alastor but there was so much darkness to the way he moved. And you couldn't help but see something else when he smiled at you, hidden behind the cruelty, the violence, the obsession that you should have seen so long ago before it got too bad but no, it was far too late for regrets on that.

Always he was near, even now. You sat on a stool at the bar area, humming a soft tune to yourself as you waited for the others to come home; Charlie was out on a date with Vaggie, Angel had gone to his job and Husk was out gambling as he often did. Nifty was somewhere, she never left the hotel unless she was taken out by one of the others, and as for Alastor, well, he said something about needing to do a radio broadcast. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remembered the sinner who had whistled at you when you had gone out with Charlie the other way but you weren't too sure why they came to mind.

Your wings were stretched out and you could feel the eyes from the shadows; they were everywhere and here they were watching you. The first time he'd popped out of them you'd been terrified and Angel nearly threw every book in the study at him with words that an angel like you should never have to hear. Alastor let you keep your wings but the price seemed to be the shadows were always watching you, just in case. You shivered and bit back a whine, instinctively pulling your wings back in to wrap around you, a futile attempt to hide from the staring and the sensations you felt. The result was the feel of fingers along your feathers and an ache in your chest you attributed to fear and anxiety maybe mistakenly.

"Oh doe, look at you hiding away like a scared little fawn" came that staticky but clear voice, digging its way into your ears and leaving you wondering if it would be easier to stay inside or come out.

"Alastor," you whispered his name like an old prayer; it used to be something that gave you comfort, in a life long gone, when the one it belonged to had been a dear friend, a close friend. When you'd felt you known him. Not this stranger with the same voice and memories and feelings.

Those fingers became claws and you tried to swallow the whimper that threatened to leave you as you felt him get so close to ripping into your skin. Your blood would be golden now, not red, not red anymore; would it make him happy or angry?

"I suggest, my doe, that you not keep hiding from me," he said in a whisper that almost sounded sweet, almost familiar; for a second you could pretend it was dear sweet Alastor, before it crackled, "You wouldn't wish to upset me, now would you?"

Of course not. You remembered, you remembered too well, you remembered more often than not now that you saw him so often. This stranger who had the ghost of your old friend.

You hesitantly unfurled your wings and looked out, eyes wide as you looked upon the face of the greatest threat to your safety you knew. Those bright red eyes, that large yellow grin full of large yellow teeth all in points, the two tufts that you recognized as ears immediately, still standing up tall. He was still pleased, he was not angry yet, he was not annoyed yet. He would maybe not hurt you-

A small crackle of a chuckle left his mouth and you gasped as you felt his claws dig into your wings, puncturing thin sensitive skin, narrowly avoiding nerves that would leave you grounded if harmed. Feathers stained gold fell to the ground and you could not help but cry, the pain intense; your wings, like any flighted creature, all too delicate, all too sensitive. The tears came without ever a chance of holding back, of stopping them, and the softness of your cry, there was obviously something appealing in the way you looked and sounded because you saw that terrifying face soften and for a second, through the tears, you thought you saw your Alastor again.

"Oh doe, my doe," he said and pulled his claws free to cup your face in his hands; how many times would he streak your cheeks with tears and your own blood, "Have I told you how beautiful your eyes are when they're brimming with tears?"

He wiped your tears from your eyes, leaving more blood on you in his wake, before drawing his hand to his mouth and running his tongue along his claws. He still smiled, he never stopped, he never seemed to do anything else; you looked up at him and saw the emotions instead in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, shivering, shaking, bleeding, your wings aching in their urge to fold but unable to do so from the pain; you'd be fine, you'd be fine, you wouldn't die, you'd be fine.

"Don't apologize for being so brilliant to me," he said and his eyes narrowed, "Just never try to hide from me again; I haven't been able to see you in such a long time. I never wish to let you out of my sight again, that's why they're watching you after all."

"I'm sorry," you repeated and flinched as he reached out to touch your face again.

With your eyes closed you couldn't see his expression, not the way it wavered for a second, when the facade fell but returned long before you would ever know it was gone. Alastor stroked your cheek, admiring the way the golden blood painted your skin, and he tilted his head just a bit, just to the side.

"I'll forgive you, if you come up to my room," he told you and a jovial tone took over, "It has been so very long since the last time we sat about listening to music together, my doe, and I must say I have greatly missed it! The princess is a precious one and Husk does his best the dear boy but no one else I ever have known has understood the proper way to appreciate jazz as much as you do. Come, before the others return and surely drag you and/or I into another ridiculous and fanciful adventure; we're well overdue for one after all~"

You opened your eyes and looked at him and he was still smiling, still the same. Red and pink, deer demon, red eyes, yellow sharp teeth, dapper and torn all at once, fear and danger and violence in one neat form.

But you smiled back and you reached out to take his hand.

Alastor the Radio Demon you didn't understand. But you understood Alastor the radio host, the man who used to walk with you through the rain and scold you for giving away your umbrella every time. And that's who you saw smiling at you, even if just for a second.

#hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #fanfiction

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discretocincel · 2 days

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(Still) Craving your kiss

I managed another 2k words for today's prompt, take that writer's block!

I went with 'Pining' for today's prompt for RadioApple Week 2024. Check it out on AO3!

Ever since the number of residents in the Hazbin Hotel reached the double digits, they had to be divided for Charlie’s activities towards redemption, with a different member of the staff looking after smaller groups while Charlie herself checked on them at short intervals, always hastily but never unkindly nor thoughtlessly. After that dynamic proved to work, and following Alastor’s suggestions, the groups were made a permanent feature of the hotel, and the staff had their duties expanded, which suited Lucifer just fine. They adopted the official title of counselors, and after enough time had passed, Vaggie, Husk, Alastor, Lucifer and even Angel Dust had around twenty residents each, and the numbers only seemed to be going up. There was the occasional departure of a member, either because they found the exercises too difficult or boring, or some other reason that they would keep private, but those could be counted on the claws of one hand. After the news of Sir Pentious’ redemption spread, the exterminations were officially suspended, and Heaven started regularly meeting with Charlie, those who once opposed the hotel decided to keep quiet, and the ones who used to mock it liked to pretend they never did. Hell was still chaotic and dangerous, the sky was still red, and the stars couldn’t be seen, but Lucifer found the air just a little bit lighter, the smell the tiniest bit sweeter, and the covers of his bed not nearly as absorptive as they had become in the last couple of years.

And it was all thanks to his little girl. Lucifer was truly proud of her. She had grown a lot when he wasn’t looking, which was why he strived to keep his eyes on her as much as he could nowadays. She was a bundle of energy, so it shouldn’t have been as difficult as it felt at times, but they were all busy with the success of the hotel. His heart always grew in size when he got to see her, no matter the reason.

When she found him in the kitchen pouring himself his second mug of hot chocolate of the day, he went with one less sugar cube than usual, in consideration for what her smile did to him. After exchanging greetings and some innocuous small talk, they both took a seat with their beverages in hand—coffee for her, with cream and sugar.

“Dad, could I ask you for a favor?”

“Of course, Char-Char!” he replied, a little bit too loudly, buzzling with excitement. “Whatever you need, you just got to ask!”

“Could one sinner from Alastor’s group switch to yours?”

Lucifer frowned. While it was to be expected to have newcomers request a change from their groups in their first couple of days at the hotel, whether that was because of animosity with other members or simply being in a different wavelength from their counselor, there hadn’t been any new residents integrating Alastor’s group in the last month or so. It was a bit late for such a request. That pointed to a different sort of problem, one that could easily escalate.

“It’s fine by me, sweetheart, but may I ask why they requested a change?”

“Actually, they didn’t,” Charlie admitted with a grimace. “Alastor did, but he didn’t give me a reason. He told me that the sinner would fit better with Angel Dust or Husk, but since your group is currently the only one with an odd number, I figured this would be a good fix. What do you think?”

“Well… you know Alastor always has a reason for his suggestions, Charlie, but if you believe he’ll be fine with me, and if the sinner doesn’t mind, then that’s okay.”

“We can always switch him to a different group later!”

Lucifer wasn’t sure if having one sinner jumping between groups was sensible, but he was curious about the one sinner Alastor wanted out of his group and not the hotel. So, he said yes. His daughter caught him in a hug so warm and full of love that it convinced him it would all be worth it, no matter what.

Not five hours later, his group met as usual, rearranging the chairs in the room into a circle without him having to tell them.

The sinner that Alastor had removed from his group was a young guy. Not too tall, with leaves for hair in shades of orange, red, brown and yellow. His eyes were green, with a hopeful orange tinted gleam, and his skin was the rich warm color of cherry wood, with a similar texture. Fitting, considering the guy’s name.

As was his habit, Lucifer made up an excuse to leave the room and allow the sinners to interact without him for a little while, to satisfy some of their curiosity so the lesson would go smoothly. He didn’t think any of them had realized that he never went far, always ready to intervene in case it was necessary. In the four months he’d been doing it, however, he rarely had to step in earlier than planned.

He disguised himself as an ant —he’d turned into a cockroach once, and only once. He ran into Niffty and decided that never again— and went back inside just as the newcomer was introducing himself.

“Hi, my name is Carion Torchwood, and I’ve been in hell for thirteen years.”

“Hello, Carion!” Jellyfer, one of the nicer residents replied, only to be cut off from the rest of her sentence by the person sitting next to her.

“How was the Radio Demon as a counselor?”

“Does anyone in his group actually dare to speak their minds? I’d be terrified!” another one added, and it seemed like most of the sinners in the room agreed with him. Even Jellyfer seemed all too happy to forgo her good manners and leaned forward in anticipation to hear what Carion had to say.

“No, no, he’s actually really good!”

The first sinner to interrupt sneered in disbelief. He quickly asked: “Then why are you here and not there?”

Carion recoiled in his chair, wrapping his own arms around himself, perhaps to protect himself, or to make himself physically smaller. It was hard to tell; Lucifer didn’t know him well yet. He hadn’t gotten a chance to really look into his soul.

“I’m serious,” the sinner insisted, expression more solemn and voice more subdued. “He’s witty and a bit mocking, but he’s also very gentle and helpful.” Slowly, after he seemed to give himself silent encouragement, he returned to his initial position in his chair, leaning forward and posing only his tiptoes on the floor, hands on his knees. The gleam in his green eyes also came back with a vengeance. “I’m sure he’s as powerful as the rumors say, because no one becomes an overlord without the power to back it up, but he doesn’t go around intimidating us.” His expression, which until then had been one of fierce determination, softened into something more tender. “He listens and makes suggestions, so we come up with answers to our problems by ourselves, and he always is able to dissipate any tensions that arise in between members with a joke.” He chuckled. “He’s great, really.”

Oh.

Now Lucifer understood. He understood everything.

He made a show of returning to himself outside before officially reentering, then cleared his voice, instantly attracting all eyes in the room towards him. It was easy to tell which ones had noticed his presence beforehand and which ones hadn’t, Carion belonging to that second group. The subtle darkening of his cheeks suggested he was flustered, but it was hard to tell with the texture of his skin. Lucifer gifted him an appeasing smile, hoping to make him feel welcomed. A part of him was sympathetic—he certainly could relate, to a degree. He pushed down the other, more vicious part of himself that wanted to do harm. He couldn’t possibly blame the sinner for having impeccable taste.

“For today’s session, I was thinking we could focus on the dangers of idolatry. Now, I know you all can tell the dangers of blindly following without questioning, for ultimately, it is impossible to learn the true intentions of the person you’re following. So that’s not the lesson I want you all to learn. I’d like to focus on the downside of idolatry, for the one being idolized. You see, audiences tend to possess this entitlement where they believe that public figures belong to the public. They demand things that were never offered, convinced of the sincerity of their own feelings, born of assumptions and surface level knowledge.”

He smiled, breathing a little easier when no one questioned the morals about idolizing angels and his Father. He was not ready for that conversation. But when it came to sinners following other sinners and organizations, he had quite the long rant prepared. By the time he was done, it seemed obvious that more than one sinner had taken the words to heart, if their sheepish and apologetic expressions were to be believed. He still had them pair up and play a few games, but nothing too emotionally taxing. He concluded the session with enough time to spare before dinner and watched them depart sporting a satisfied smile on his face.

He kept it there all the way until he was ready for bed, only for it to tinge with nervousness once his roommate appeared, still wearing his coat and shoes. Lucifer greeted him with what he hoped was his normal cheerfulness, but hurried to open the book he kept in his nightstand, to appear busy.

“I received an interesting letter today,” Alastor said, going to sit by Lucifer’s side, crossing his legs at the ankles and resting one hand in the middle of the bed, trapping Lucifer under him.

Lucifer hummed, arching his eyebrows in curiosity and redirecting his gaze towards the Radio Demon to show that he had his attention. He kept the book open in his lap, even though he had simply opened a random page in the middle.

“From one Carion Torchwood,” the sinner added, narrowing his eyes. “Sound familiar?”

“Perhaps…”

It was Alastor’s turn to hum, his tone one of suspicion, as he tilted his head to one side at an awkward angle.

“What did the letter say?” Lucifer asked.

“It was an apology.”

“Oh? What did he need to apologize for?”

“I had Niffty make some queries, so I heard all about your last lesson.”

Lucifer felt his face grow warm, but he did his best to keep his expression one of casual amusement.

“Is that so? Well? What did you think? I’ve heard nothing but the best about your performance so far, so if you have any advice—”

His first impression of the Radio Demon had been that of a thief. The sinner shamelessly had attempted to steal his daughter, he might have attempted to steal his power, and then he even managed to steal his heart. Effortlessly, as he buried his hands in Lucifer’s curls and joined their lips in an enthusiastic dance of tongues and teeth, scraping lightly and mixing their blood inside their mouths, once again he succeeded in stealing Lucifer’s breath away. Yes, Alastor was a thief. He so easily stole whatever caught his eye that he even went around stealing other people’s hearts without trying.

He'd considered, for less than a second, telling Charlie that Carion truly would be a better fit within Angel’s group. He quickly discarded the thought, for a myriad of reasons, some far more selfish than others, including the need to keep an eye on the offender. But the loudest argument inside his mind had been, how could he judge anyone for falling just like he had?

“Let me know if he ever bothers you,” Lucifer mumbled, not wanting to stop touching the opposite lips long enough to speak properly. One of his hands, which had at some point come to rest on the sinner’s hips, slid slowly towards one of his favorite of his lover’s furry appendages. “As his counselor, it is my duty to guide him towards redemption, and that includes correcting his mistakes.”

“Does that include punishing said mistakes, Your Majesty?”

Lucifer grinned. “I believe that depends on the severity of the mistake, don’t you think?”

Alastor chuckled, his breath tickling Lucifer’s face even as he leaned back slightly. After he straightened his back and licked his lips, smearing a bit of golden in one corner, he gifted Lucifer one of his rarer, coy little smiles, one that was higher on one side of his face than the other, and he lightly shook his head.

“I will let you know, but I believe your lesson today will be enough to correct his behavior. Thank you.”

Lucifer reached out to grab the hand that wasn’t supporting the deer’s weight, intertwining their fingers and squeezing once in a wordless message.

“It was my pleasure,” he replied, sincerely. He had fun imparting knowledge, and he wouldn’t mind doing it again. Albeit he’d preferred it if no other sinners went around falling for what was his, even if they didn’t know it.

Outside, the sky was engulfed in darkness. There wasn’t a hint of red, but there were no stars either. He’d made his peace with that a long time ago, but every once in a while, the absence of light still weighted heavy on his heart.

He no longer had a heart bringing him down. It had been stolen away by the demon currently sitting on his bed, even though nowadays he wouldn’t hesitate before handing it to him, no matter who was watching.

Stars, he wanted at least someone to be watching.

#fanfic #ao3 #hazbin hotel #radioapple #appleradio #lucifer morningstar #alastor #jealousy #pining #radioapple week

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salllzy · 12 hours

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Sal's ramblings #13

Alastor had a habit of disappearing at first none of them thought anything of it, Alastor had a different diet from them and as much as they all disapproved of Alastor's cannibalistic diet, they knew that it would be hard for him to change. But Charlie had faith that he would stop his ways and try to redeem himself, Lucifer didn't have Charlie's belief, he knew that Alastor had no intentions of redemption and no matter how much Lucifer tried to explain to Charlie, she wouldn't listen, he knew that if she continued the way that she was. She would get hurt. Badly. He didn't want that. So he decided that he would get to the bottom of things. What he hadn't expected was how slippery Alastor was, it was as if the deer demon knew that he was being followed. Lucifer ended up having to shape shift a few times just so that he wouldn't lose Alastor and more than once he had. Alastor was more slippery than an eel. But Lucifer wasn't going to give up. He knew that Alastor was hiding something sinister and he was going to prove it.

What he hadn't been expecting was for Alastor to stop at a small and quaint home or as quaint as it could get in Hell. Lucifer had been expecting many things, a hidden murder house, a woman locked in the house as Alastor's constant supply of food and entertainment.

What he hadn't expected was a demoness to burst out of the house with a cry of dad and hug Alastor, the way that Alasotr hugged her? It caused evny to burn inside of Lucifer, how was it that Alastor had such a good relationship with his daughter? It was clear that Alastor didn't visit often, he lived at the hotel and Lucifer had monitored Alastor for a long time. He knew that for over twenty hours, Alastor was at the hotel, helping Charle. Three hours were for his radio broadcasts and the last hour? Well, Lucifer had assumed that Alastor used it for sleeping, but it appeared that he was wrong.

Lucifer was even more shocked when a second demoness appeared, she was shorter than the other two but there was an air to her. Unlike the first demoness who was bubbly and joyful, the air around her seemed sombre. It was unsettling. But it didn't stop him from watching them through a window, he disappeared before Alastor returned to the hotel. He didn't want anyone to find out what he was doing. The next time Alastor left the hotel he followed.

Any time Alastor left the hotel, Lucifer followed. He was seeing a side to Alastor that he knew was private, that was kept hidden away, much like how Alastor had kept his daughters hidden, safely tucked away where no one could get to them. But Lucifer knew about them, he knew about the soft side that Alastor had kept hidden from everyone, Lucifer saw something precious and he wanted it. He craved it. He knew that Alastor wouldn't let him anywhere near his family, Lucifer knew that he had proven to be a threat. That he was more powerful than Alastor and more dangerous so it made sense that Alastor would keep him away from his daughters.

But Lucifer had a plan, one he knew that was going to work. The next day 666 news broke, with several images of Alastor's daughters for all of Hell to see. Lucifer smirked as he saw the flash of panic in Alastor's eyes, Lucifer knew that he would need to be careful, Alastor was backed into a corner and would lash out. But if he could make it seem as if he was on Alastor's side? Then the deer demon would let his guard down and then Lucifer could begin the second part of his plan. He had always wanted to give Charlie a sibling or two.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alternate universe #hazbin hotel lucifer #radioapple #sal's ramblings #dad alastor #orignal character

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hells-greatest-performers · 29 days

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So I take it Calli's first birthday was a success?

Alastor: After the whole Heaven debacle I am proud to say that Calliope had one of the best birthdays a baby could have! *holding Calliope* did you have fun my curious little girl?

Calliope: *makes cute baby noises and excitedly kicks about*

Lucifer: Uh hey Al…can I…hold Calliope?

Alastor: Hmm?

Lucifer: Well it’s just, you haven’t let her go since we returned and I was wondering if I can hold her now.

Alastor: I suppose so but if you try to run off, I’ll hunt down you. *hands Calliope to Lucifer*

Lucifer: *holding Calliope* Hey birthday girl! Look how cute you are with your little blue dress (doesn’t know what Alice in Wonderland is).

Calliope: *stares at Lucifer before crying immediately and reaching back for Alastor*

Lucifer: Oh! Uh…it’s okay Calli! It’s me Daddy! Remember? *makes goofy faces*

Calliope: *still crying and wanting Alastor*

#hells greatest performers au #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #ask lucifer #lucifer #alastor #ask alastor #Calli #calliope #calliope morningstar #she’s lucifer’s and alastor’s daughter!#calliope’s first birthday #alice in wonderland

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kurara-black-blog · 3 months

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Alastor, trying to be a little shit: How's our daughter?

Lucifer: *not looking up from the book he's reading* Which one?

Alastor: *radio static*

#appleradio #one is Charlie the other is Nifty and‚ well‚ since Vaggie is Charlie's gf‚ she's their daughter-in-law #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #radioapple #duckiedeer

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doorknobinmyayuss · 1 month

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Alastor lucifer Charlie and vaggie go out to a restaurant for family dinner night

Lucifer: That was great. should we head back home?

Charlie: Sure!

Vaggie: How are we getting home? There's alotta people outside...

Alastor: Why with our own two feet of course… how else do you expect we leave a restaurant?

Vaggie: No I mean-

Charlie: Did you grab the sunglasses I told you to bring?

Vaggie: Charlie it's 8pm at night why would I need sunglasses???

Alastor Lucifer and Charlie: *all step out onto the street unfazed by the large crowd of paparazzi and cameras swarming them* 😎😎😎

Vaggie: AH FUCK MY EYE!!!

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin radioapple #radioapple #alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin chaggie #chaggie #celebrity dads #when your girlfriend is the daughter of two of the biggest names in hell #Charlie is used to it she’s a princess #alastor let them take photos because he knew it would fuck with Vaggie

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fany-the-bunny · 4 months

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"Charlastor shippers must be crying right now Lololol!"

Idk man, i think they are eating like insane apes after this episode droped

#vivzie knew what she was doing when she did this #your daughter calls me daddy too #may i remind you that Alastor doesn't actually sees Charlie as a daughter #he was just doing it to mess with Lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #charlastor #charlie x alastor

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prince-liest · 3 months

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that excerpt reminded me that an underrated aspect of your writing is the way you capture Alastor and Charlie's dynamic, it's so good. i know it's not usually the focus but you capture them so well in all their interactions

I LOVE! writing Alastor and Charlie, haha, so thank you!! I'm very delighted you think so!

I just think their relationship is very crunchy. He lies about how much he cares for her and he's taking advantage of her, but, oops, he does actually have a great deal of fondness for her even if it started as ironic and mocking (and still is, often)! She's earnest in her love for her friends, but she's not actually so naive to think that Alastor's not taking advantage of her, but but she does still love and care for him regardless, and, and -

Etc, etc! My most earnest hope for canon is that his "caring for people vs power/pride vs self-preservation" struggle involves Charlie genuinely giving him the space to crash and burn if he needs to, and then picking him back up and giving him another chance and the help he needs. Like with Sir Pentious, but on a much grander scale - it still starts with "sorry"!

#ask #personal #Anonymous #hazbin hotel #alastor #charlie morningstar #I love Charlie SO MUCH as a character archetype who would typically be considered “naive” except she isn't actually #she's just not a pessimistic asshole #and it makes sense that she has space to be like that! she's lucifer's daughter!!

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poly-space-nerds · 4 months

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Me and my brother were talking and had a theory about Alastor after ep 5. Right so he’s chained to somebody right? And it happens that his disappearance coincides with Lilith’s right? (i think? correct me if I’m wrong)

SO, what if Lilith has his soul? And the reason he’s so interested in the hotel isn’t because he’s bored, but because she’s making him keep an eye on her daughter and her project.

I don’t quite know her intentions, but I don’t think she’s gonna be a villain or anything. I think she just cares for her daughter and doesn’t want anything to happen to her. Like that scene where she took Charlie away from Lucifer? I believe that she didn’t want Lucifer to show her the things that Charlie would never be able to see and have. She doesn’t want her daughters heart to break like Lucifer’s did.

In the pilot, we saw how Charlie had left multiple voicemails to Lilith asking for advice and help in the past, and then who shows up to help? the All powerful radio demon for nothing more than ‘boredom‘. Even agrees to ‘an order from the Princess’ rather than a deal. which weird right? And who else would have Alastor on a leash than the Queen of Hell.

idk it’s a thing i’m now going to obsess over now

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bunny-is-cute · 3 months

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#collage #calliope Morningstar #oh poor marionette #hazbin hotel #fanfiction #fanfic #RadioApple child #radioactive #alastor #lucifer #Hazbits #OC #hazbin oc #hazbin original character #she is the daughter of Alastor and Lucifer #character board

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sotogalmo · 3 months

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Ranting to myself and holy hell. Never rlly expected myself to say I relate to Charlie-

(read tags if you want. I get more in depth into it, but also my rant will be in depth of it too)

#time diary(?)#audrey/kellie's time diary #if you couldn't tell. ive been going to the hazbin hotel critical tag/redesign/rewritten tag many times #and im now just gonna be putting my own ideas out and the rant im making just. kinda. makes me think so much of how #much Charlie is SO undermined that she's just a basic fucking hell citizen and not THE princess of hell heir to the throne #HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER FATHER? WHO. BY THE WAY. SAYS “take that depression!”????#charlie is so fucking undermined and never thought of that it angers me tbh. her idea & theme is so fucking cool!! but good God the #execution of it?? so bad that it's not even funny at all. i see myself in charlie so much due to her relationship with her father #and the whole relationship at the last episode is just now written as “weak daughter & strong father” and it fucking sucks #i kinda have the same relationship she has with her father but with my mother. we are distant but we love each other very much #and we help each other with the best we can. but the communication needs some working to do. we are distant but we are #still there for each other #oh also. the reason why i mentioned the “take that depression!” line is because it stod out to me. he has depression (or not??)#but that shit gets sidelined for his rival relationship with Alastor and some jokes (“or the second.. bow chica bow bow💥”)#and that. that's not fucking okay to me actually??? my mom has depression. and its not fucking nice or funny #(she has more like seasonal depression actually; shes more sadder/depressed in the winter). i might not know fully #but i know half of what it's like to have a depressed parent. and its. OUGH #Lucifer is such a good idea. Charlie is such a good idea. why the fuck was it wasted???

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hzbins · 2 years

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charlie tags !

#009. ❮ ME‚ WITH FIRE‚ THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER. ❯ 🌈 study.#010. ❮ THE GOLDEN CROWN OF DIVINITY. ❯ 🌈 vis.#011. ❮ ALL DOOMED AND GLAD AND APPLE EYED. ❯ 🌈 in.#012. ❮ MY HEART‚ LIKE A RIPENED FRUIT. ❯ 🌈 meta.#013. ❮ LIKE AN ANGEL‚ ALL FLAME. ❯ 🌈 aes.#014. ❮ I CELEBRATE AND SING MYSELF. ❯ 🌈 audio.#015. ❮ I WANNA GIVE YOU BACK THE OPEN SKY. ❯ 🌈 in‚ asks.#016. ❮ IT WAS LOVE FOR YOU THAT SET ME AFIRE. ❯ 🌈 dyn. vaggie.#017. ❮ I THINK MY FATHER A GOD‚ I LOVE HIM. ❯ 🌈 dyn. lucifer.#018. ❮ SHE HOLDS ME‚ MY MOTHER. ❯ 🌈 dyn. lilith.#019. ❮ HE KILLS‚ HIS HEAD HEAVY WITH ANTLERS. ❯ 🌈 dyn. alastor.#020. ❮ I’VE FELT THE BURN OF BITTERSWEET. ❯ 🌈 dyn. angel.#021. ❮ DEAR TO ME AS AN ATTAR OF ROSES. ❯ 🌈 dyn. niffty.#022. ❮ I SCRATCH LIKE A CAT‚ YOU SMILE. ❯ 🌈 dyn. husk.#023. ❮ MAYBE WE CAN. ALL TOGETHER NOW. ❯ 🌈 dyn. misc.#024. ❮ YOU HATED ME THE MORE‚ I LOVED NO LESS. ❯ 🌈 von eldritch.#025. ❮ CHILDISH FRIEND‚ MAKE SENSE OF ME. ❯ 🌈 moneymakerz.

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hells-greatest-performers · 28 days

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Send Asks about Calliope!

Who will answer for her (since she’s a baby)?

Alastor (birth “mother”)

Lucifer (birth father)

Bunny (behind the blog)

#ask about calliope #calliope morningstar #hazbin hotel #hazbin oc #oc calliope #hazbin hotel OC #she’s the daughter of Alastor and Lucifer

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keets-writing-corner · 4 months

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Thinking a LOT about Lucifer in the latest Hazbin episode. Idk what I was expecting but not this??

As I was watching my immediate thought was just "huh... Lucifer is kinda of weird..." but as the episode went on I realized the issue

the dude is off the chain depressed, like he says it as a joke but holy cow it is SO BAD

He's manically just creating rubber ducks cuz his daughter really like it that one time but it's empty, it's never good enough but he keeps doing it, maybe cuz he doesn't know how to pass the time otherwise.

like I get the feeling he HAS better things he SHOULD be doing than making rubber duck after rubber duck. At first I was like, "Bruh why isn't the king of hell doing anything?" aaaaand then it became clear...

The dude is disassociating so bad he can barely hold a conversation let alone remember information. He clearly WANTS to, he wants to be involved with his daughter so bad, he wants to care about the things she's doing so bad, but his depression keeps interfering. It's like he can only hear every other word and he grasps onto the ones he does hear semi-out of context. Like you can see every time he catches something that he hadn't before and he just "well shit I didn't catch that part"

and that's why he reacts so weird when people talk to him. He is struggling so bad to engage with the conversation he's only getting 50% of it

does that look like the face of a man who knows what the hell the conversation is even about??? he is STRUGGLING

like Charlie spent so long telling him about the hotel, and he STILL didn't understand what she wanted. Yeah it comes off as ditzy but literally I've been in that position where your brain just "nope, not doing this right now" and nerfs your conversation comprehension. So as someone who's BEEN in that position, to me it feels exactly like what he's dealing with. He's sorta engaged with the conversation, but only as much as his brain will allow

For example, when I'm dealing with this, this is what someone talking to me feels like this where the crossed out parts are what I missed and bold is what I catch, "Hey! You know I was thinking for dinner we could either make some chicken with rice? But if you don't feel like cooking, pasta is super easy and you love that right? What do you want to do?" you can kinda get that someone is trying to talk to you about dinner, and towards the end you get the impression that they asked something that needs your input so you can decently put 2 and 2 together and try and pass off, but crucial bits were left out, I would have no idea that either chicken or pasta is in the conversation only having heard "rice". When someone is just talking at me, I can decently pass off as being engaged but the second I'm required to participate in the conversation I'm screwed. Seem familiar? At which point I have 2 options, try to give a bullshit answer, or admit that I missed what they were saying and ask them to repeat

Lucifer, unfortunately, is trying so damn hard to hide that he's dealing with like 24/7 dissociation, so he can't admit that he's missing entire chunks of the conversation, hence his really weird replies. He does eventually get the full picture and then he and Charlie start having the real conversation

Also, the Alastor/Lucifer rivalry was hilarious but also really indicative of more of what Lucifer is dealing with

Alastor is, unfortunately, really good at picking up people's insecurities, and thanks to Charlie's description earlier and watching Lucifer clearly trying to overcompensate, he immediately picks up on the fact that Lucifer KNOWS he struggles to be a good dad (we know cuz it's cuz of the depression, hard to be engaged when your brain keeps turning off) and decides to rub salt in the wound by pretending he's been acting as a surrogate father to Charlie. Now why Alastor decided to pick a fight with the king of hell is beyond me, I do not understand Alastor (and I LIKE IT) (maybe it's cuz Alastor thinks he's hot shit and was expecting Lucifer to at least have heard of him but Lucifer just treats him like a nobody? who knows)(why would Lucifer listen to radio anyways when he can't even pay attention to a conversation it'd just be white noise)

But yeah I just was expecting someone who oozed either charisma or presence and instead I got a depressed dad who's dissociating so bad he can barely function and be present in his life. The only thing it seems he CAN do is make rubber ducks cuz his daughter really liked it that one time

Idk Lucifer is tragic to me. Whatever the full details of what heavan did to him absolutely broke him and he can't deal with it. He's aware of it, and he doesn't know how to fix it, so he tries to over compensate and sorta makes an ass out of himself but no one says or does anything cuz this guy is supposed to be THE king of hell

Suddenly it's making a lot more sense why he just rolls over and lets heaven do what it wants and even told Charlie to go in his place the start of the show. He's not in any headspace to hold a basic conversation let alone negotiate! He didn't even know who Alastor was, he's been so out of touch

idk I like him, he seems sweet, I hope Charlie brings some light back into his life. He really needs to get out of that rubber duck room

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lina-lovebug · 4 months

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I'd Fight The Devil

Pairing: Alastor x fem! reader

Background: reader is Lilith and Lucifers oldest, and resembles Lilith more. Lucifer has a hard time bonding with her because of this, and Alastor decides to step in.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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"DAD'S COMING?!"

(Y/N) Morningstar, firstborn daughter of Lilith and Lucifer, was currently having a breakdown over the fact that her father was on his way to the hotel.

She'd have no issue leaving, of course, but Charlie tricked her dear old sister into staying by saying she needed help with the hotel. . .and told her their dad was coming when he was two minutes away.

It's not like she didn't miss him, but things became different once their mother disappeared. Lucifer threw himself into his ideas, and (Y/N) tried maintaining their relationship but he couldn't even stand the look of her.

"I'm sorry! But I thought maybe you guys could talk while he's here?" Charlie suggested with a gulp, twiddling her fingers.

"I'm done trying with dad. If he wants to talk, he can come to me," (Y/N) crossed her arms, firm on her stance.

"I never thought I'd meet someone with worse daddy issues, but here you are, cher," Alastor, with his famous grin, looked down at the Princess of Hell. She huffed, not in the mood for his side comments.

"Alastor, please-"

"He's here!"

"-please fucking hide me!" She ran behind him, despite the mass amount of blonde hair making it obvious.

He chuckled.

Honestly, since meeting the eldest Morningstar, Alastor deemed himself her Protector. Not that the girl wasn't capable or needed him persay, but he cared for her. Being on the aroace spectrum, he wasn't plagued by a selfish desire to fuck her, but it was a sweet concern that slowly turned into a need to be near her.

A need to make her his.

"Hopefully he doesn't-"

"Pumpkin?"

"Fuck," (Y/N) silently cursed under her breath before Alastor stepped aside.

"Hey dad," Lucifer felt a pang in his sinister heart at her tone. She sounded uncomfortable and wouldn't even look at him, but he also remembered that he couldn't look at her at times.

It reminded him of happier times.

Times he didn't want to be reminded of anymore.

"So how've you been? Heard you've got a fancy job now. Probably making loads of money, huh?" He chuckled nervously.

"Dad, it's my company. I made it."

And he couldn't even remember that she did that?

Any dad would remember that his child created her own business.

"Ouch."

"And it's got a fucking duck on the logo. God, dad," She rose her voice, "you can't even remember that?"

"I've been busy, pumpkin-"

"Too busy to call? Too busy to even fucking call?!"

Charlie flinched at the harshness in her voice. She's always been a firecracker but she's never seen her so angry.

"I'm not fighting with you, (Y/N)," Lucifer stepped towards her, "why do you insist on fighting? Especially when I'm here for Charlie."

"Oh, you're here for Charlie?" Her horns started to come up through her skin, rolling back like a rams.

Just like her mom.

"I'm not making this about me. I just wish you'd make the effort instead of it having to be me," She missed who he was.

And during this, Alastor could see the pain on her face. She was furious, and rightfully so.

But he let her fight her own battles.

"I'm sorry that I look like mom. Is that what you want me to say?!"

"Yes!"

He didn't mean it. Of fucking course he didn't mean it, but it slipped out.

"Dad! That's enough!" Charlie ran to her, seeing tears well up in her sisters eyes. "How could you say that?"

"Pumpkin, I-"

"Don't," She sniffled, holding Charlie close, "don't come near me."

But he didn't listen.

He hated being the fact that his little girl was crying because of him.

"I think you've come far enough," Alastor spoke, getting infront of Charlie and (Y/N). He is excellent at saving face, so his pure unadulterated rage was hidden beneath his smile.

She hiccuped behind him, sobbing into Charlie's shoulder.

"Don't make me move you," Lucifer glared.

"And don't make me fucking kill you for hurting what's mine."

His voice turned more static-like than before, his eyes a burning red and his horns outstretched. He was a fucking shield for his Princess, and not even the King of Hell could get through. Lucifer recognized this and humbly backed away, retreating with his tail between his legs.

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(Y/N) spent the next hour crying in her room. Over the years, she had started to hate herself for looking like her mom, and Lucifers' confirmation only reaffirmed it.

"Need anything else?" Charlie asked her. Although her sister wasn't searching for redemption, she had her own personal room in the hotel.

"Can you get Alasto-?"

A knock sounded at the door.

"Was he there the whole time?" She sniffled, and a muffled "maybe" came through the door.

Her bed was surrounded by napkins that she quickly placed on her bedside as Charlie allowed Alastor inside.

Alone.

The two of them.

Might as well just throw them condoms and say get to it, is what (Y/N) was thinking. She's known about her crush on The Radio Demon for a few months now, having a fantasy dream here and there, but wasn't much of an active person herself.

"Thank you. I know he tried to fix it, but I couldn't stand to look at him," Her puffy eyes made Alastors eye twitch, still a small spout of anger for her father.

"Of course, my dear," He sat himself next to her on the bed.

"Because your father, although the King of Hell, is a fucking coward", is what he wanted to say but kept those words for himself.

"Did you mean it? That I'm yours?" She asked, her hand inching closer to his.

"I never say anything I don't mean, cher," He grabbed her hand, kissed it, and made the she-demon gasp.

"I thought you hated touch."

He chuckled, "Oh, I do, but not if it's you. Your skin is warm, and it brings me comfort. You bring me comfort."

"You'd have me, even if I want to be glued to your side? Even having petty fights with my dad?"

"Darling, I'd wear your skin if you asked."

"Oh, how romantic," She blushed before both his hands came up to her face, bringing her into a needy kiss. With her, he needed to feel her.

Someday, even all of her.

"And I'd eat demons with you," She whispered against his lips.

"Oh my heart may burst, my dear."

Taglist: @lorkai @droopingdatura @tr1coo @randomuser-89 @abbiedail @evelin1o1 @sseleniaa

#alastor imagine #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 5 months

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Infernal Shadows

Synopsis: Being one of the most powerful overlords in Hell, you like to keep up with colonies and overlord plans. Recently with the new extermination date out, you hold your annual gala sooner than usual. You hadn’t expected to get in the middle of the already heated feud between the Radio Demon and the head of Vox Tech.

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used for the reader, mentions of blood, voodoo?, Angel Dust being a horn-bag, Reader is referred too as Madame to the public. Vox and Alastor feud because I live for it.

Song for this chapter: The world we knew by Frank Sinatra.

A/N: I wanna make this a three part short story, so if anyone is interested in being tagged in the second part just let me know!! I hope you enjoy!!

Word count: 2655

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!! // Serendipity Writes (event) // Part two

Getting an invite to the annual crimson ball, hosted by yours truly, was nothing but an honor. Every overlord and every sinner in the pride ring waited anxiously for a letter. A black card with white letter in a cursive font stating ‘You have been personally invited by Hells biggest designer. The list of the gala was simple. The usual overlords, Zestial, Carmilla Carmine and her daughters, Zeezie, Rosie, Fredrick Von Eldritch and Bethesda von Eldritch. Alastor who had came back after seven years of hiding god knows where, and by special request, the three vee’s who had never attended the gala before. Then it becomes a bit more political.

Next on the list was the Goetia family, inviting the recently divorced prince with his daughter. Inviting Lucifer and Lilith, though they only ever came when everyone was gone. Then was their daughter Charlotte, who got a plus one as a special perk of being the princess of hell. Husk because he had been an old friend of yours before his status of Overlord was taken from him by none other than Alastor. He was also given a plus one, though he usually never brought anyone extra. Sir Pentious was a candidate, but ultimately scrapped from your list of invites as you felt he was too childish.

The gala was tonight and everything was going smoothly. Preparations were almost done, the foyer was spotless just the way you liked it, and everything seemed to be falling into place. You stared at yourself in the mirror. You had spent months designing your perfect dress for tonight. Everyone attending the gala knew there was only ever one color off limits, because you always wore it best. The color black always suited you perfectly. No one could wear it better than you.

Back at the hotel, Charlie felt guilty for using her authority as princess to have people help her get ready for this gala. Based on what Alastor had told her, there would be a lot of political powers and fellow overlords there. She wanted to look her best if she was going to pitch the hotel to them. She needed more people on board with the project, maybe someone who didn’t think it was complete and utterly ridiculous joke like Alastor did.

“How do I look?” Charlie asked as the makeup and hair artists stepped away from her. Charlie stepped out, allowing Vaggie to get a better look at her in a tailored charcoal gray suit, a departure from her usual vibrant red attire. The jacket, adorned with subtle pinstripes, accentuated her frame, while the crisp, white silk shirt underneath added a touch of formality. Completing the ensemble, she wore a black tie with a discreet pattern that hinted at both elegance and authority. The ensemble was a strategic choice, projecting confidence and a readiness to engage with the political powers present at the gala for the sake of her hotel. Vaggie smiled and hugged Charlie deeply, their embrace making Charlie feel a little less nervous about the whole ordeal.

“Charlie you look amazing. What happened to the red?” Vaggie asked, before Charlie just chuckled.

“Well, I wanted a change for tonight. I’m always in red, and I feel like they’ll take me more serious if I’m not walking in there with my usual attire. Besides, you read the invitation, ‘formal attire, look your best’.” Charlie said. Vaggie nodded, and Charlie pulled back from the hug to admire Vaggie in her dress. She was wearing a sleek and modern grey dress that gracefully embraced the formal occasion. The dress, with its tailored fit and subtle shimmer, exuded class. The knee-length hemline added a contemporary touch, and Vaggie had decided to pair it with black heels to complete the ensemble. The choice of grey complemented Charlie’s charcoal gray suit, creating a coordinated yet distinct look that would surely make an impression at the gala. Charlie felt her cheeks heat up taking in her appearance, her long hair gently pinned back, the loose pieces of hair framing her face.

“Aww, Vaggie you look so pretty!!” Charlie said excitedly. Vaggie just smiled, ignoring the way her cheeks heated up at Charlies compliment.

“I agree, you look good vagina.” Angel said mockingly, causing Vaggie to glare at him. Charlie just gushed.

“Angel be nice. This is really important for the hotel.” Charlie explained. He just nodded, tilting his head back and downing a bottle of liquor. The staff however was interrupted by Angel making a purring sound at Husk, who was dressed in a nice white suave dinner jacket, with perfect cutouts for his wings, along with some sleek black trousers and some black dress shoes. The match, he had a black silk lapel.

“I can think of another place that suit would look.” Angel said, leaning onto Husk. He rolls his eyes, bottle in hand.

“Do I even wanna know?” He asks, and Angel just grins.

“On my bedroom floo-“ Angel doesn’t get to finish, being shrugged off by Husk who just walks away with a shake of his head.

“Oh my gosh! Husk you look amazing!” Charlie squealed in delight. Husk just smiled softly before setting his drink on the bar counter.

“It appears everyone is ready.” Alastor said, the focus of the room shifting to him. Niffty was at his side studying his outfit from head to toe.

Alastor emerged in an ensemble that deviated from his usual eccentricity, opting for a more formal yet captivating look. A deep red velvet tailcoat adorned his frame, its luxurious texture catching the light. Dark-red lapels, meticulously piped with gold, added a touch of opulence. Underneath, he wore a perfectly tailored crimson dress shirt, the power emitting off of him. Suddenly, the room grew just a tad bit darker, the shadows of the room stretching just a bit. Complementing the ensemble, he chose a pair of well-fitted black dress pants, allowing the bold red hue to take center stage on his appearance. His choice of footwear shifted to polished black oxford shoes, a departure from his usual pointed-toe boots. The finishing touches of the outfit included a matching red silk bowtie, neatly knotted at his throat, and black leather gloves that added a refined edge. Alastor’s presence was commanding, radiating an air of formality while retaining the distinctive charm that defined him. The room was captivated by the Radio Demon’s unexpected transformation into a vision of refined class and style.

“You took forever for that?” Niffty said, before Angel Dust tossed a pillow at her.

“Shut it you. We, we are keeping,” Angel said, hands waving around Alastor, “to whatever this is.”

“Style.” Alastor said confidently. Vaggie just face palmed while Charlie clapped her hands together excitedly.

“Okay, I think everyone’s ready. Should we head out?” Charlie asked. Vaggie nodded, before Alastor dug the invitation out of his coat pocket. Standing near a wall, he traced the symbol on the back of the card on the wall. “Uh, Al? What are you doing?” Charlie asked. He grinned, putting his hand flat on the wall. The symbol began to glow green, before it opened a portal. On the other side, was a large house. The grand Victorian mansion stood as a testament to opulence, its imposing facade adorned with intricate wrought-iron black railings and embellished balconies with hints of chains. Tall, arched windows with stained glass panels framed the exterior, allowing glimpses of the soft glow emanating from within. The entrance, marked by a sweeping staircase, welcomed guests with ornate, carved intricate detailed doors. Charlie, Vaggie and Husk followed Alastor through the portal, Charlie waving goodbye to Niffty, and Angel. Sir Pentious was most likely hiding out in a room somewhere with his egg boys.

As guests approached, they marveled at the meticulous details of the architecture – elaborate moldings, corbels, and friezes adorned every corner. Ivy-clad walls added a touch of nature’s grace, intertwining with wrought-iron lampposts that cast a warm ambiance over the meticulously landscaped gardens.Inside, the grand foyer unfolded, revealing a sweeping staircase adorned with a rich, mahogany handrail. Crystal chandeliers hung from soaring ceilings, their light refracted by ornate mirrors that lined the walls. Plush Victorian-era furnishings, upholstered in rich fabrics, adorned the parlor rooms, creating intimate spaces for guests to gather and converse.Every room whispered of a bygone era – intricately patterned wallpaper, gilded frames displaying classical art, and the faint fragrance of aged wood and lavender.

The air was infused with a sense of refinement, transporting guests to a time when elegance reigned supreme. The Victorian mansion, a splendid backdrop for the gala, promised an evening steeped in grandeur and charm. In the middle of the exterior grounds, a grand fountain of blood took center stage. Its sculpted marble figures spouted blood into the air, catching the moonlight in a dance of liquid elegance. The fountain, surrounded by manicured gardens and flowering shrubs, became a focal point for guests as they strolled through the outdoor spaces, the gentle sound of cascading blood adding a serene touch to the gala’s errie atmosphere.

The overlords arrival made the event much more real. Alastor hums to himself as he walks around the outside grounds. There are servants of all kinds walking around with glasses of champagne. Rosie is sitting on a bench, plucking thorns off a rose. Alastor smiles to himself, happy to see a familiar face he know he can confide in.

“Rosie dear! So nice to see you.” Alastor said with a smile. She smiles at him, teeth razor sharp.

“Do you think you’ll be getting a seat tonight?” She asks, snapping the rose off its stem and tossing it to the side.

“Well of course I will. It’d be a mistake if I wasn’t.” Alastor said with a smile, crossing his legs as he sat down next to her. Sinners from all over the pride ring were socializing outside of the large mansion. He knew you were inside finalizing preparations and possibly screaming your head off. Overall, the air was chilled with a comfortable atmosphere. Well, it had been comfortable, until a loud noisy vehicle stopped at the front gates. Everyone’s heads were turning, Rosie and Alastor looking at each other with strained smiles. Stepping out of the large limousine were the three vee’s, vulgar music blaring from the vehicles speakers as the three made their way through the now open gates. Reporters lined the edges of the gates, trying desperately to see the overlords inside and to try and sneak into the gala, which was starting soon.

“Mr.Vox! Mr.Vox!” News reporters shouted. Velvet was busy taking selfies of her and her outfit, her assistant following close behind her. Valentino was busy looking down at everyone, smoking his usual, while taking his long strides next to Vox, who was in the middle of the three.

On Vox’s right was Valentino, who donned a captivating look for the gala. His tailored white suit boasted a jacket that reached just above the knee, a subtle departure from his usual floor-length coat. The crimson silk lining peeked through, adding a luxurious touch to the outfit. The coat, reminiscent of his extravagant style, also had a vivid-red hue with his signature white fur trim at the wrists. The black and white striped fur trim along the center-front added a distinctive flair. A gold chain and love-heart-shaped broach fastenings adorned the coat, creating an opulent yet alluring look. Finally, he wore polished black heeled boots, maintaining the sleek and captivating allure that defined Valentino’s presence. The familiar color scheme remained intact, blending sophistication with a hint of provocative charm for the grand gala.

On Vox’s left was Velvet, who had spent months perfecting her outfit for the gala, in hopes she’d be invited of course. She had begged the boys to keep a good public appearance, in hopes they’d be recognized and invited to the crimson gala. Velvette, deciding to ditch her usual style, embraced a lavish and over-the-top look that represented her brand. Dressed in a knee-length dress, the garment had a striking blend of black and red hues. The dress, fitted at the waist, flowed into a voluminous skirt, creating a sense of extravagance. The bodice of the dress featured intricate lace detailing. A white collar adorned with a velvet bow added a playful yet mature flair. The sleeves, a fusion of burgundy and white patterns, contributed to the overall lavish aesthetic she had been going for. Her accessories took on a more refined form. Velvet gloves, adorned with delicate lace, graced her hands, and a pearl necklace adorned her neck, adding a classic touch, completed with maroon heels, each step resonating with a sense of grandeur. Velvet’s transformation into this upscale attire reflected her desire to make a statement at the Crimson Gala.

In the middle, and the brains of the three vee’s, was none other than the head of Vox Tech, Vox himself. He wore a sleek and modern dark blue tuxedo, tailored with precision. Of course he could only have the best. The suit featured subtle futuristic patterns that enhanced his ‘perfect’ sense of style. To complement his high-tech vibe, Vox wore a light blue undershirt with an upside-down broadcast symbol. Vox's gala attire seamlessly blended power and control with his technological edge, creating a memorable look in shades of dark blue, which in his opinion, was the best color.

Upon seeing Alastor, Vox’s eye twitched noticeably. The gates shut behind the three vee’s, closing off the gala to the public. The overlords begin to get closer together unknowingly, Zestial finding a comfortable corner to watch things play out. Carmilla and Zeezie stand close together, whispering to one another as both Rosie and Alastor stand from the bench. Vox, Valentino and Velvet make their way to the Radio Demon and his colleagues.

“I see the grandpa’s were invited.” Velvet says with a scoff, scrolling through her phone.

“So disrespectful.” Carmilla says under her breath, looking away from the three vee’s.

“Hm, interesting, and I was beginning to think the only interesting thing tonight would be the dinner.” Bethesda said, her brother nodding.

“Well, it seems the children brought their play date to the public then.” Zeezie says. The other overlords laugh and Valentino sneers at her.

“Well an idiota like you would think so. Then again, don’t you all do the same with your diapers?” He asked, puffing the smoke into her face. She growls at him, fists clenching at her side, but Carmilla stops her.

“Didn’t they say this was an adult only gala?” Carmilla asked, Rosie chuckling at her words.

“Oh can it grandma.” Velvete said. But Vox remained silent, having his own personal staring match with Alastor, whose smile was stretched ear to ear, teeth on full display.

“I thought this gala was meant for real talent?” Vox asked, stepping closer to Alastor.

“Well it was until you showed up.” Alastor said with a smile. “There’s no originality in copying someone else.” He tuts. Vox narrows his eyes, face twisting with anger as he steps closer to Alastor again.

“You wanna tell me something, you old piece of-“ Vox is stopped, the lights to the exterior of the mansion dimming. The lights behind the large front doors opening slowly. Two tall black shadowy figures stepped from the door, smoke at their feet.

“Thank you all for your attendance. As we know, the annual Crimson Gala is held every year, and this year is no different. With the new extermination date, important decisions must be made. Tonight, ten individuals will be selected to sit at Madame’s table where she will discuss private plans on how to move forward.” The two said in unison. Everyone fell silent as more shadows appeared, each one sitting on the sides of the steps. Lights around the staircases began to light up, and people began making their way up the stairs.

“Well~ this should be fun.”

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