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8107raptcustode · 2 months

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So, let's go over my and my alters' Helluva/Hazbin inserts

Note: this is running under @nottapossum 's au to a large extent

Further note: given the day, I feel I must clarify this is *not* a joke post, aright? 100% seriousness here.

Running under them all having been distinct souls stuck inhabiting the same body in life. Still bound together in death via chains similar to the ones from deals, but at least they have distinct bodies now. All the chains really do is make it so they can't actually sell their souls. Not one has control over the others.

🐍👢 Vincent(Me!): Is a sinner with the appearance of a melanistic sidewinder (or desert horned viper as it's also known.)

He is in large part a snake regressor (60% easy) with most of the remaining percentage being little, and some traces of caregiver and guardian in there.

Favorite foods: raw veggies with buttermilk ranch, milk with barley powder, chilli, baked beans, and fruit smoothies

Takes a bit of a Western/farmboy aesthetic both in and out of headspace. In headspace it's taken up to 11, but even out of it he's rarely seen not wearing a plaid shirt, leather duster, and stetson hat. Talks the part too, having grown up in Texas almost his entire childhood.

He does occasionally work with Carmilla, testing weapons for accuracy, balance, ease of use, etc. Finds he's a better judge with firearms.

Very much a musician at heart. Often heard singing old folk songs and gunslinger ballads softly to himself. His singing voice is rich and sweet, but still requires practice to properly hit notes.

🦂🌼 Aster is 80% guardian, 18% caretaker, 2% neutral.

He's a sinner that takes the appearance of a South African deathstalker scorpion, with the ability to shoot venom from his tail included. He will spray involuntarily if sufficiently startled, but the venom is heavily diluted even with a direct sting and at most makes the victim really tired, burns a bit like peroxide if it touches a mucous membrane like the mouth or eyes. He's actually used it to sedate some of the others when they start getting panicky or excessively violent.

He speaks with a Middle English dialect, but don't be fooled, it's just an affectation. Sometimes the fact he has chelicerae in place of a normal mouth does make speaking difficult.

He does have pedipalps with slender claws. They sprout from between his shoulder blades like wings and are held above his shoulders when he feels there's a threat, otherwise he tucks them neatly behind his back. He'll hold them off to the sides if carrying anything with them. Besides those he has two pairs of normal arms, one of which he keeps folded over his midsection when not in use, and two pairs of legs.

He does have bad hips and occasionally requires a cane to get around comfortably.

In terms of fashion choices, he tends to lean toward a Victorian style. Button vest, lace-fly pants, cloaked tailcoat, long leather boots, and tricorne hat

Very much a bread and meat enthusiast when it comes to food, and has the gut to show it. If he's cooking it's all but guaranteed to be a roast, a meat stew, or a grilled cut/patty dish.

Before coming to the Hotel he spent most of his time in the Cannibal Colony. While he didn't get the opportunity in life, he did wish to try something more "exotic" to say the least. Helped run a butchery there for some time, left when the butcher ran afoul of Alastor. Doesn't have much rapport with Rosie, being relatively new to the colony overall, but does have a crush on her nonetheless.

Note: Do not try to shorten his name, and do not call him "Daisy." Assuming he's familiar with you he will cease speaking with you until he gets an apology. If unfamiliar you will be torn apart and eaten. An exception is made for sign language as the signs for "Daisy" and "Aster" are the same unless fingerspelled.

Like Vin he is very much a musical type, his voice being just a bit deeper, but also more rough and gravelly. Primarily he focuses on love songs, chain gang songs, and sea shanties.

🕸🤘 Rhiannon: 98% caregiver, 2% guardian

Takes the form of a regal jumping spider. She does have fanged chelicerae at the corners of her mouth that fold over her upper lip and pedipalps that sprout from her lower mandible, but her venom is not significant and even if she were to bite (which would never happen unless she was protecting someone) it wouldn't have much effect beyond a slight blister and rash around the area.

Speaks with a slight Midwestern US accent, and her voice is usually bright and cheery.

Fashion-wise she tends to just stick with a t-shirt and pants or shorts with a loose fit.

Like Aster she has two sets of arms and two sets of legs, but she doesn't keep either set of arms folded, choosing to let them rest on her hips or hang at her sides most of the time.

Favorite foods are pasta bolognese, eggplant parmesan, and fried dill pickles.

She'll answer to "Rhi" or "RhiRhi"

Worked as a bartender in Club Kaiju for a bit, but found that she really just couldn't keep up with the size of the patrons. Still on good terms with Missy Zilla, though.

Not as musically inclined as the others, but does find herself tapping along to a random beat a lot of the time.

🐙💡 Isaac: 87% neutral, 13% caregiver

Looks a mindflayer with a blue-ringed octopus pattern, 5 tentacles hanging around his mouth. Can change colors to blend in somewhat, but the rings turn much brighter when excited, agitated, or frightened. Also sprays noxious ink when startled, though there's not any range on it, so the most that happens is he needs to change clothes and/or clean the floor under him. Can also summon tentacles from most surfaces and has some psychic influence to be able to calm people very slightly on touch.

He's *extremely* skinny. Unhealthily so. He deals with regular major depressive episodes that make him not have any appetite.

His favorite food, when he can stomach it, is crab rangoon, but he'll at least try to eat pretty much any seafood if given to him regardless of his appetite.

He doesn't really speak that much if at all. Finds writing and sign language to be easier, especially with the tentacles in the way.

Does do occasional work for Valentino, being able to summon tentacles has its uses in that industry, after all. And thus does have some relation with Angel Dust, albeit limited.

Like the rest he has musical inclinations. His longer, spindly fingers make it easier to play guitar, bass, harp, and piano.

🦈🐺 Gareth: 50% shark regressor, 50% little. Permaregressor as well.

Smallest of the bunch, he stands just a head over Niffty. Takes the form of a spurdog with a cerulean skin tone, complete with a venomous barb in front of his dorsal fins that causes extreme pain and swelling. Almost always wearing a specialized harness set so he doesn't accidentally prick anyone.

Besides his harness, he's usually wearing only a pair of jeans or shorts. Shirts press on the dorsal fin between his shoulders too much.

He was bounced around between the caregivers in the group based on who was the least busy at the time. There was one incident where Valentino pissed him off enough to try and bite a chunk out of him, but the other overlords he's met he got on fine with. Except Alastor, who seemed to only begrudgingly tolerate his presence. (He's a shark regressor, so major dog vibes) And especially Vox, who seemed to absolutely light up, both figuratively and literally, on meeting him.

Doesn't talk much, because he can usually get his point across just fine without words. Does bark and whine like a puppy. And when he does speak his speech patterns are somewhat robotic, unless he's quoting a spoken line, then he'll match the candor of the original speaker.

Favorite foods: jambalaya, black pudding, sweet potatoes, and fried mushrooms with ranch.

And, like the others, he likes to play music. Ocarina and tin/low whistle are his favorite instruments, and so long as he can play a song on either he's happy to do so.

#regression #pet regression #Shark regressor #Snake regressor #Caregiver #Caretaker #Guardian #Little!Hazbins #self insert #Alters #OSDD

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hazbinbossbrainrot · 1 year

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Ships that IS considered Stockholm Syndrome!

Moxxie x Verosika:

Verosika LITERALLY sexually assaulted — still a FORM of rape — Moxxie just to SPITE Blitz because that HIS employee so she saw it as opportunity and made an example out of him

Stolas x Striker:

* The guy (Stolas) was literally kidnapped and tortured to the point of a near death experience in “Western Energy” I seriously don’t understand why would one would ship these two without justifying it being in another world (AU), it doesn’t matter it’s just as bad

Angel Dust x Valentino:

* Really, this ship needs to stop

• This is the MOTHER of all Stockholm Syndrome in the series (HH) Angel Dust gets abused by Valentino (in 101 ways and more) from it being emotional to physically (SA)

* Also not to mention we see in both “Masquerade” and “Welcome to Heaven” we see that Angel gets controlled via his shackles of his soul (which resembles a dog collar of sorts — similar to Blitz’s drug trip in “Truth Seekers — only this is so much WORSE than that because at least Stolas has genuine feelings for him)

HOW IS THIS OKAY FOR YOU TO “SHIP” OR MAKE FAN-ART OF THEIR “KIDS”?!

Radiohusk (Husk x Alastor):

Like I understand that this isn’t as bad as the one above but it’s still considered “Stockholm syndrome” because whilst their relationship isn’t as abusive (only verbally when Alastor’s part when mentioned that he’s also on a leash)

<> And yet I still see fanart of people “shipping” these two for some unexplainable reasons and that they hardly interact except for when Alastor obviously wants something from Husk or send him on errands (or whatever you get the gist of it)

Also: can we not forget the fact that Alastor literally treats Husk like a pet (don’t @ me saying “It’s literally Hell what did you expect?” or something like that)

Blitz x Striker (since 2x06):

Striker & Crimson literally kidnapped and kept Blitz & Fizz as hostages so this ship doesn’t work out anymore

Stolas x Blitz (Stolitz):

* Not canon but temporarily implied in 1x06 yet it’s nowhere near as bad as the ones above. Why? Because Stolas is willing to let Blitz go with an Asmodean Crystal. Where as the others (the perps) do not care about how the other victim is feeling for their own selfish goals

Huh Stolitz is looking pretty tame compared to these other “pairs”

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thinking-about-writing-mm · 2 years

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Chapter 11

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, slow-burn, medical, fluff, angst, smut, war

Word count: ~7 000

Characters: (Demons!BTS) Namjoon/Corson, Jin/Agares, Yoongi/Baal, Hoseok/Alastor, Jimin/Aamon, Jungkook/Mammon, Taehyung/Gaap, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: lots of angst, mentions of physical altercation, talk about a deadly outcome, Y/N uses her powers (finally), throwbacks, loss of consciousness, mentions of blood, heart-to-heart moments, short memories of Y/N working at the hospital – if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third-year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author’s notes: TAGLIST OPEN.

Hey everyone! The new school year began which means new updates will come slower because the professors are giving us hell since the first day 😅 I promise to do my best to post! ❤️

Also, more importantly - thank you everyone for the likes and reblogs and nice comments! It means a lot to me :3 ❤️

Please, enjoy! <3

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“Wait, wait.” Namjoon laughed genuinely entertained, making a stop-like gesture with his hand. “What you want to tell me is that Y/N is in the Land of the Oracles along with Baal?” He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Noir had advised Jungkook to postpone the meeting by a few hours and tell him first what was happening. The King of the North never lied and he had no reason to do so now, but Corson was taken by surprise by this revelation and felt entertained.

Mammon had refused to share information with only one of them present because he was afraid that the King of the West was going to decide to spare some of the things and present to the others only what he thought was important. Because of that reason, Jungkook had told him only that it concerned Y/N and her going away with Yoongi. It was safe to say that the Western King got offended. “As I see, you believe that I will hide things and deceive the rest so they can follow my lead.”

With two big steps Namjoon came closer to the other man and placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. For him, it was unacceptable to try and undermine the efforts of the other three, considering all the things that had transpired over the decades, the hardships and deepening the wound, left after the dispute, that created a rift between the seven demons in his opinion was a crime. All Corson wanted was to keep the Lodge whole and eliminate threats endangering Doordale. “Trust me” he whispered and nodded curtly. “I’ve never let you down and it won’t happen now.”

King Mammon couldn’t believe those words because he knew what the spy was going to show them and he also knew that he had to come clean about Y/N and what she had told him before the feast. He was just as guilty for keeping this secret, and yes - even though the demon and the girl had formed a contract he intentionally had left a loophole in the writing. The King of the North was bound to not speak about what she had told him but it didn’t mean he couldn’t show it in his memories. The fact that the tattooed man kept it for so long defined his guilt. It was just a matter of time before everyone recognize that and Mammon was afraid of how well they would take it.

He knew it was wrong to go by Y/N’s wish to keep quiet but he wanted to have her so badly. Jungkook was sure that this young woman was special and the desire to gain her trust and love was just as important then as it was now. King Mammon knew very well that considering the laws that he created and the others accepted this was treason since it contradicted the Codex.

“The welfare of the Dark Lodge is to come first and it is to be kept that way. If a threat arises that’s endangering the unity it should be eliminated immediately after taking into account each King’s opinion.”

That’s the first and most important rule because after the seven of them fell out, for Jungkook was crucial to keep what was left together, by all means necessary. He couldn’t imagine that he would be the one to break exactly this law, that he himself insisted on putting as a “number one”. But she… for the short period that Y/N was with the demon, he felt so drawn to her that maybe, just this once, he could step out of line. Still, even after Taehyung expressed his suspicions and what Asmodeus had told him, the King of the North trusted Y/N and wanted to make the others do so too.

His only concern now was how to make it happen without being put on the spot and blamed for going against them. Now was the worst possible timing for all of this due to the fact that the bitch Queen was breathing down their necks and an attack could happen at any time.

“Damn it… I hope that Aamon will have my back and Agares won’t begin raging like the last time, after the battle.” Jungkook’s thoughts spiraled out of control and Namjoon felt the change in him. Noir was wondering what exactly had made his friend call an official meeting. Of course, Y/N being with the Oracles was strange enough but it wasn’t such a big deal, and also why Taehyung had to be present was another mystery.

A guard came to inform the two that the Kings, General Gaap and Agares were already here. Namjoon walked through the door first followed by Jungkook and the spy.

A few hours before the meeting

When Lucrious entered Jin rolled his eyes dramatically and leaned his forehead on one hand. He was getting sick of seeing the messenger because he only came when there was some shit happening. Annoyed he exhaled loudly, then asked what was the reason for him coming here.

“The Kings…”

The Master’s eyes shot up in anger. “What the hell?!” He shouted angrily but Lucrious was used to it and didn’t even flinch. “I went there a few days ago for nothing! Do I have a reason to go there except “because the Kings said so”?”

“It concerns You, master Baal and the woman you brought here not long ago.” The short demon informed Jin flatly.

Hearing those words the hairs on Agares’ neck stood up. Not again, those bastards were going to pry into his business and try to get information about Y/N out of him. He felt that something was wrong the moment Lurious came in. Maybe Asmodeus had talked… Immediately he began preparations to leave. It was a bummer that Yoongi was not in Doordale to accompany him to the palace, so he can back him up if needed. The only good thing was that Y/N wasn’t present to witness the clash between the five men and get scared like that time at the bathhouse.

As per usual, every time the Master went to the central parts he put on his best clothes and looked presentable. The habit was a habit and no matter what was the reason for going there Jin always stayed true to himself.

The maids brought for him a blue dress shirt with black cuffs, black trousers and a black cloak that hung on the demon’s broad shoulders with two massive shoulder pads made of silver. Finally, he took out the pin symbolizing the Sin of Wrath and put it on the left side of his chest.

“Time to go…” whispering to himself Agares took one final look in the mirror and walked out.

One thing that Jin did right before leaving was to send one of his shapeshifters to the Land of the Oracles in secret to bring the news to Y/N and Baal.

In reality, there was nothing to be done now. The truth was going to come one way or another. Can you imagine the damage it was going to cause? Well, no one could, up until the exact moment everything would go down. The future-seers as they liked to call them were long dead and it was not known if there was some descendant still alive in any of the worlds, so the desperate thought that crossed Jungkook’s mind vanished soon. He tried to find the best way to tell the others what he knew but the outcome was just as unclear.

The way King Mammon was sitting on the throne-like chair was domineering and proud, his legs crossed in an ankle-over-knee way, with arms on the hand rests. He believed that if you pretend about something for long enough, soon you manage to make it real. Now the King was pretending to be confident and composed as he usually was. Aamon sat next to him as always, then Noir and at the other end - Alastor.

The room that they had decided to use was in the tallest tower of the palace, with a lot of paintings hanging on the stone walls, a wooden floor and many windows. There was a circular table in the middle with seven chairs around it. Long ago the demons were using it to decide on important issues together, but after some of them took different ways Jimin suggested they lock it for good. Until now…

When the General appeared he took the seat next to Hoseok, greeting everyone in the process. Always so polite and respectful… He was surprised to be here again after so long but didn’t question the choice of place. Giving his red coat to one of the maids Taehyung sat patiently in silence. Gaap was sure the Kings were waiting for the other two.

Hearing the commotion outside five pairs of eyes turned to the door. Jin entered on the verge of exploding. He couldn’t believe they decided to use the tower and remind everyone of the past which was long gone. Looking over at the chairs he huffed in annoyance - no way to sit away from any of them.

For a few seconds, after everyone had taken their place, no one said a thing until Mammon broke the silence, clearing his throat. “I’m guessing all of you are wondering why the fuck we’re here. I have a very good reason to insist on a gathering of this sort and I have someone to back me up with facts.” He gave a sign to the man standing guard and when the valet opened the door Asmodeus walked in. The other demons were “shocked” lightly said. They didn’t utter a word but their facial expressions were more than enough - disgust, disapproval and surprise. Not Taehyung though, the General was completely indifferent, at least on the outside. A good trick that kept his inner thoughts private, it was as if he was playing poker.

“Care to explain?” Jimin hissed, narrowing his eyes. Something felt so off. The spy was not seen for years now, and his whereabouts were not known to this day.

“Look at that” Alastor bared his teeth at Christopher. “I thought you were dead. As you should be” the King’s face became a cold mask and the corners of his mouth turned downwards. “Traitor.”

The spy grinned at the six demons “Such a warm welcome, I didn’t expect it.” Old grudges had risen and were threatening to ruin the whole plan for tonight. Mammon’s mind was running laps, trying to come up with a way to stop them from arguing.

“He was on a mission I sent him” the King of the North intervened in hopes that would calm the others down. “I wanted to gain intel on the therianthropes and ordered Asmodeus to infiltrate their army. He came back on the day of the feast to bring me up to speed with what he had learned.”

The others were listening carefully still on edge. Namjoon pointed a finger in the spy’s direction, closing one eye as if he was going to shoot. “I see you’ve changed bodies. Applauses for that” it was truly impressive how the spy managed to blend in every environment and even though he was hated by most Christopher still remained the best in what he was doing.

Trying to get back to the point Jungkook cleared his throat “Can we not digress?” Everyone looked at him, becoming quiet once more. “Thank you… So we’ve all met Y/N, the supposed princess. She became important to some of us to a different extent” eyeing Agares and Aamon he saw the recognition in their faces. Jin though was ready to throw hands any moment now.

“Keep her out of this!” he growled at the tattooed demon.

“No.” Mammon cut the broad-shouldered man off and went on. “I am biased too, more than I’d like to admit.” The rest nodded, knowing far too well what he meant by that. “Because of that reason I hate to do this. This conversation might very well put a target on Y/N’s back but I’m looking for everyone’s best interest…”

Before he could continue Jin rose from his chair and hit the table with a fist. “Then don’t do it!” While shouting the demon’s eyes turned pitch-black and strands of hair in the front parted for the horns that were coming out. “Keep in mind that if you screw her up I will kill you! All of you!” Threats and swears poured out of Agares’ mouth in a fit of rage. He couldn’t let this happen. Never… The Master was willing to put himself in harm’s way and take the fall, just so Y/N could stay safe.

Sighing King Mammon shook his head in disappointment and repeated again. “I’m doing this for us. Because I, as we all do, am looking for our best interest.”

“Sit down” Namjoon whispered threateningly, which forced Agares to give up and take his seat once more. The feeling of defeat always had a sour taste.

“I can’t speak about it and that’s why Asmodeus is here. He will open his mind to you and show you what he had found out. The information concerns the oncoming war too, not only Y/N.” Mentally preparing for the next part Jungkook finished talking by saying “Another thing is that I’m going to present you with my memories too since there’s no way I can speak about what I know.”

Stepping forward the spy closed his eyes and inhaled deeply gathering all the scattered pieces of information together, ordering them chronologically so it all made sense for the others. It was an uncomfortable feeling for five people to poke and prode inside your head but what could he do? Jungkook was paying a great deal for his services and it was only fair to oblige.

Then they saw it.

Jin and Yoongi were arguing during the feast about Y/N and keeping the turth about her a secret.

Baal and the girl passing through the Wishing Well and getting to the Land of the Oracles. Then how the barriers were lifted for them in the forest surrounding one of the borders.

Later on how she was trying to memorize the runes written in a big book, writing them down countless times and reading them out loud.

The Ace helping Y/N with the physical and mental training. How she was influencing creatures around her to do what she wanted them to do.

Baal standing around while the woman was recovering after the exhausting training and use of the Spark.

Y/N meeting the spy of the Queen in the woods, close to the cliffs. They saw how she ran back to the castle with all the strength left in her, scared to death.

The scenes cut off after that and Chan staggered backward, overwhelmed by it all. He held his head as if the worst migraine had taken over him.

“Fuck… I hope that’s enough.” He whispered tiredly. Jungkook thanked him and told him that it was okay to leave now. The spy didn’t need to be told twice. Bowing to the six men he turned and left immediately.

“My turn now.”

Facing the others and seeing their faces made Jungkook nervous. They were so confused and lost. Everything was a lie… Jin was getting angrier by the second. He felt this was the biggest betrayal, to him and to Y/N. Now it seemed like Mammon was doing everything he could in order to present her, him and Baal as ticking time bombs.

Taehyung appeared calmer than Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin. He knew from the start that she was not just a girl from Jin’s harem. It simply didn’t make sense for him to keep Y/N in such high regard and care so much, and call the General to train her if there wasn’t something more to it.

The Kings and Agares, along with Gaap concentrated once again and the moment they felt the mind-guard of Mammon’s mind had been dropped the men saw a line of memories.

It was a scene of the young woman in complete distress, shaking and crying in a bathroom. Then she was in Jungkook’s strong arms, desperately holding onto the demon, looking like a wreck, tears running down her cheeks.

What came next made Alastor gasp, taken off-guard. Y/N was explaining what she had seen in the mirror, the reflection of her with ink-like marks. Then the demons saw Y/N explaining to Mammon what had happened in a nightmare from the previous night, and in the end the deal Jungkook and she had made.

The girl insisted on the King’s promise to keep all of this a secret. Bound by blood there was no way he could speak about it but this loophole remained…

When everything ended the first thing that Jimin noticed was Jin who had bared his teeth, clenching his jaws hard and bloody tears were rolling down the demon’s face, distorted by ugly emotions.

“You…” Agares’ voice was gruff and low, his eyes burning holes into Jungkook’s face “If she dies or is harmed in any way, you will pay for it dearly. Mark my word.”

Alastor hummed entirely out of it all, into his own world. “Interesting… it looks like Y/N’s turning into a demon, but those powers of persuasion…”

Namjoon nodded silently. “Like the Spark.”

“It all makes perfect sense now” the King of the South mused. He had mixed feelings about this situation. All the lies and cover-ups made it all the more suspicious right from the start, Jin hiding the girl for weeks from them, then spontaneously agreeing for an audience.

“It does,” the General said finally. “I knew there was something fishy but I couldn’t be sure. Thank you for being honest with us” Taehyung looked appreciatively at King Mammon. This was his greatest feature, the desire to be brutally honest till the end. Jungkook felt like a wreck at this moment, a feeling that was not normal for a demon.

I’m sorry Y/N. Forgive me…

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“We’re so screwed” Yoongi was almost trembling while reading the letter that Jin had sent him. “They know must know about you and Agares’ plan by now. The Kings won’t be kind. We might be killed once we return.” Y/N was staring into the space before her with an empty expression. The words were reaching the girl’s ears but not getting through to her. Things had gotten a nasty turn and fear was consuming her too fast for her liking. With sweaty palms, the young woman reached for Yoongi and immediately the demon kneeled down to hold them. “I won’t let them hurt you, even if it means dying. I promise you that.”

Those words weighed heavy on Y/N’s mind and her eyes became teary. “I don’t want you to die” she sobbed quietly. “I don’t want to die…”

“I won’t let that happen” Baal continued speaking while stroking the woman’s arms soothingly. “Trust me.”

“We have to go get Jin” was the next thing she said. The demon’s blood ran cold. “We can’t let him die, w-we can’t!”

Considering what he might have already said it could be too late for the black-haired demon. There were too many unknowns, for example: did Agares slip and revealed the initial plan he came up with, did he tell the Kings about the Spark and Y/N, what had Jungkook said about her time in the North… The main question that remained was if there was someone to stand by the Master’s side and vouch for him somehow. It was a huge risk to go by assumption.

Baal was sure after all those centuries that Namjoon was a reasonable demon, the voice of rationality, Jimin as well, but everyone had their limits. If Jin’s temper had taken the best of him everything might have been over by now for the man. “I don’t know what to do” Yoongi admitted with a troubled expression. It was so rare for him to say that and feel it so strongly, it was not a figure of speech anymore.

Trying to stay afloat Y/N was struggling to come up with a solution, just something they could do. This reminded her of all those times when she was at the ER and had to think fast and decide what was the best course of action in a matter of seconds so a patient could live. The young woman was trained to act in all kinds of unexpected situations but this time… “I can’t think of anything to go around it too. We have to come clean, you and I. Maybe they will be merciful.” There existed no other way.

“Maybe you’re right.”

…

The Leader of the Oracles was not happy at all when he heard what Y/N and Yoongi had planned to do but couldn’t stop them. Actually, Trophonius was more than happy for the demon to go but he wanted to keep the Spark safe. The two informed him that it wasn’t an option, which made the man very upset. After all kinds of warnings and instructions for the girl on what to do and what not he finally decided let them go. His worst fear was for Y/N’s powers to get out of control. “You could die if things go south,” the Oracle said holding her hands. “Mind your stamina and the usage of the Spark. Don’t let your anger and negative emotions run wild because they might trigger an unforeseen transformation. If that happens the two sides will clash and I have no idea what the consequences will be.”

“Thank you for everything, I will never forget what all of you did for me and Yoongi” Y/N smiled weakly. Then the Ace came running into the main hall.

“Don’t go to them, Y/N!” He begged, taking her face into his huge hands. He appeared to be in more distress than the girl even. She managed to grow on him for such a short period of time. “We can teach you so much more, and have fun and…”

A tear rolled down Y/N’s face while she looked at the Ace. Placing her hands over his the young woman forced a bigger smile. “Don’t worry. I will come back for another round when all of this is over” an empty promise that they all knew might never come true.

After saying final goodbyes Yoongi walked out of the palace with her in tow.

Baal was leaning against a tree, far away from roads and houses in a small clearing. Both of them were trying to find a way to get into the palace without being noticed by the guards and the staff. For sure at some point, someone was going to feel unknown energy emitting from somewhere but it could give the two enough time to come up with a contingency plan if things turned sour.

“I can get us there through the Wishing Well, just like before but in order to do that I will have to mask our energy. It’s going to take a lot out of me, so don’t fret if I seem out of it for a while.”

“Let’s do that but I want to help you.”

He nodded. Baal needed all the help she could provide because they didn’t know what was going to happen in Doordale. “Try to suppress the energy flow of the Spark and clear your mind.”

Sometime later a portal appeared that led the two to one hall in the palace. Carefully, not to get noticed, Y/N and Yoongi navigated swiftly through the place checking all of the potential locations for the others. “What the hell?” The demon hissed looking around for a place to hide. Running into a room full of tablecloths and napkins Y/N closed the door behind them. “Where did they go to?! We checked literally every possible place they could hold this type of meeting.”

“Some dungeon? Or in another building? Or one of the other castles?”

“No, no. Jin said they’re going to be here in the letter…” Thinking hard the demon’s eyes widened suddenly and his breath hitched. “The tower…” he whispered and grabbed Y/N’s hand dragging her out of the small storage room. The woman stumbled, almost falling over on their way out.

“Hey, slow down!”

“We don’t have time. Hurry up.”

Once they reached the tower Y/N and Baal could hear muffled voices coming from the only room at the top of the stairs. There were no guards in front of the door, which was a sign that the meeting was very secretive and important.

Yoongi began hearing every word clearly on the last few stairs, while the girl only got some separate sentences, but it was enough to get the idea of the conversation. It was not going well…

…

“Do you remember this legend about the demon and the Spark getting together” Hoseok spoke up again. His father had told him all kinds of stories but this was the one he remembered the best. “Maybe it’s true. There was even a painting somewhere in Leviatan’s old treasury.”

“My question is why did you lie to us?” Noir directed his attention to Agares. “Why when all of us asked where did she come from, you came up with those ridiculous stories to tell? Are you planning to overthrow us with Yoongi?”

The classic Corson with his questions. This managed to get on the Master’s nerves each time. “Because if you knew what she was then I bet my life that someone would come to take Y/N away from me.” So much pain could be heard in Jin’s voice now.

“Have we ever-” Noir began asking but Agares raised his hand in the air to stop him.

“We are all demons. Let’s be honest - we usually take what we want, from whoever we want.”

“That doesn’t answer my question - why did you lie?”

The situation was getting more and more heated, Jin felt under fire and his first reaction was to get enraged like most times, but he was outnumbered now. If things got even more out of hand the demon was risking losing what was left of the General’s friendship too. Thinking back Agares remembered how Y/N gave him hell for not thinking before speaking first. Maybe he couldn’t make it right by her at the moment but could start to make difference in the future. The Master took a deep breath trying to suppress the poisonous anger still burning within him and then once he was ready looked up at the others, who were still waiting for a response.

“Look, I stand behind my every action. The things I’m going to say don’t mean I regret something but for the sake of the past I’ve decided to come clean.” With a flat expression Namjoon nodded, ready to listen. “So… In the beginning I got Y/N here so she can help me. I’ve been bottling up so much anger towards all of you during the years, and the cause for that is very well-known.”

In Jungkook’s mind appeared the same image of the woman who ruined everything for the seven men. Hoseok saw it and his expression turned grim. Why now of all times he had to bring it up? Wasn’t the tension between them and the war hanging over their heads enough? Alastor knew he was to blame for the initial cause of the demon falling out but later the Kings and Taehyung managed to overcome it. Why couldn’t Agares and Baal let go of this too?

“So… it took me years to find this woman, the Spark. Since the beginning I knew who and what she was, so the best course of action in my opinion was to send Yoongi in the human world and bring Y/N here.” Here comes the bomb Jin was hiding for so long. “The reason for all this…” meeting Noir’s eyes he straightened up ready to say it “was to take you down.”

Jimin’s body turned rigid in a split second, ready to pounce. “What?!” he said through clenched teeth, balling his fists on the table.

“Wow, that’s bold” Taehyung barked a laughter and his eyes widened in disbelief.

“No, just listen to me. I was so consumed by rage and haterd” hurrying to explain, Jin’s words were barely discernable. “Baal was never quite okay with it but he is my subordinate, so he did what I asked him to.”

“You used him” Namjoon concluded, shifting ever so slightly in the chair.

Agares nodded curtly. “Now I see how I abused the fact that he is dedicated to making things work no matter the cost. He followed me. Later on when Y/N came to us I was trying to force her to master the Spark fast so I could continue with my plan but also fuck around with her. That’s when I called Gaap.”

He looked at the General with guilt. “It’s true that I put him in a difficult position because he had to keep a secret too. Then later I don’t know how but you…” Agares waved a hand in front of him “found out about the Y/N being here. I came up with so many lies and had to bring Yoongi and the girl up to speed so they don’t falter. She kept telling me this is ridiculous, she was afraid of you all and me too and I think that somehow her abilities began working subconsciously. My vision began changing, at some point I started questioning myself and the choices I’ve made.”

Jungkook’s doe eyes were wide open, surprised by the turn of events. The King could feel that the Master was honest, the body language, the tone, his way of pronounciation and aura showed it. Truly impressive…

“So then and there I set a new goal - to prove myself to you by winning the war. Y/N changed my perspective somehow, maybe she didn’t even know it but it happened. I’m still pretty pissed that Alastor chose a whore over us and that all of you took his side. That’s why I did what I did and if there was a second go I would still choose the same path.”

“Typical” King Aamon muttered with a smirk.

“My best bet to win the war is for Y/N to master her abilities and use them. Another thing that occured to me during that time was if it was possible for her to fix us,” Agares said finally and leaned back, feeling like a heavy load has been lifted off of his shoulders.

The others were quiet for a while, buried in their own thoughts trying to process everything and come up with something to say. King Corson stood up and walked to the windows, his back turned to the other demons. “This is a capital offense, Jin, according to the Codex of the Dark Lodge and the Law of Doordale.”

“I know.”

“But I see that Y/N did the unimaginable and has changed you.”

Alastor rolled his eyes and snorted, adopting an expression of displeasure and suspicion. He was astounded by how fast Namjoon took Jin’s word at face worth. It was absolutely ridiculous after the confession the Master had just made. “You’re seriously ready to look the other way?” He asked disappointed and extended an open palm towards King Corson. Everyone knew that the frivolous and light behavior of Hoseok could vanish at any given moment and then all hell would break loose. Namjoon didn’t give much thought to this snappy comment though because if there was a way to talk and sort out the issue quietly Alastor was usually ready to listen. At least most of the time…

“Can’t you feel him? It’s a different sensation - Agares’ energy I mean.” Corson was still talking with his back turned towards the others.

Raising his voice, Alastor looked at the rest for support “Are you ready to forgive him for the coup plot? Jin can turn on us anytime now once Y/N’s influence disappears!”

Jimin looked at the table feeling guilty for not being ready to take the other one’s side immediately. Maybe this time Jin was right, maybe Y/N could bring them back together somehow.

“We forgave you then, without putting up a fight” the General reminded him calmly. There was absolutely no need for aggression. “I know very well what he just admitted is treason but listen to what is his goal now.” He was giving his best to reason with the King of the East.

“I’m just as guilty for not following the Codex and hiding things about Y/N too. Are you going to crucify me now too?” Jungkook asked and crossed his arms.

Everyone had something to be blamed for, and answer for some kind of fault. If they were going to look at it that way, then Alastor, Mammon, Agares, Baal and Gaap had to be stripped of their titles, banished or killed all.

Frustrated, Hoseok buried his face in his hands, breathing heavily. Everyone had decided to give Jin the benefit of the doubt and trust him this time. He had no way to turn it around… “I’m so sick of this girl, seriously” the King hissed “and you. You are to blame for Yoongi turning on us before, and now for this shit-show too! The worst part is that she might turn into some mostrousity and enslave us considering the extend of the Spark’s powers. There was a good reason why this nation was wiped. They were just too powerful!” Thank heavens that Agares wasn’t someone to be easily guilt-tripped. He just smiled proudly at Alastor and didn’t say a word.

At that moment the door flew open.

The six demons flipped their heads in that direction, all tensing up. Y/N stood at the doorway, her face dark, like a storm cloud. Yoongi was right behind her, looking at Hoseok with fury.

“You have some nerve” Baal grinned at the King. Corson was well-known for being close to uncontrollable at certain times, and given everything they’ve overheard up until now, this situation was one of those instances.

The look of shock on Jungkook and Jimin’s faces persisted for a while.

“What are you doing here?” Jin raised a brow at his subordinate and the girl. It was better for just one of them to go down, so the other can protect Y/N since they were not out of the woods quite yet.

“Came to help you” Y/N clicked her tongue with a look of offense. “Be thankful” she snapped at him. Namjoon chuckled at this attitude and sent a knowing look at Jungkook. This was a pure play but unfortunately, King Alastor didn’t see it that way.

“This is what I’m talking about! She’s gonna turn on us in time and force the seven of us to kneel and crawl at her feet!” Standing up, he got closer to Y/N, with a menacing expression. The others got quiet. The room felt stuffy and began buzzing with all kinds of energy. It was going to get ugly.

“I suggest you step back, King Alastor” the woman warned, feeling the power bubbling at the pit of her stomach. The demon just laughed and moved even closer to the girl’s face with a bold look in his eyes.

“Don’t try to give me orders. You’re a half-blood mutt, who thinks that everything revolves around her. You’re very mistaken” his perfect white teeth clicked.

Even though everyone was paying close attention to the two no one could be prepared for what Hoseok did next. With the speed of light, he grabbed Y/N by the neck and lifted her in the air. The skin on Alastor’s face, neck and shoulders was quickly replaced by the shiny scales Y/N had seen on the night of the feast. King Corson appeared behind Hoseok placing a hand on the other one’s arm. “Don’t. She’s innocent.”

“No! She’s not” he hissed and the snake-like tongue flashed between the demon’s teeth. Squeezing harder and harder Y/N struggled to breathe. It wouldn’t take much for him to break her neck with a strength like that. All of the others were firmly planted in their spot ready to act if Namjoon gave them a sign. “You want to let Baal, Agares and Y/N go! The things they did - it’s treason! They’re guilty!” Hoseok raged.

“Yes, there will be consequences,” Noir tried to reassure him but this too didn’t have any effect.

“Ah, yes! You will give their asses a slap for being naughty?”

“No” the King of the West sighed heavily. “Let Y/N go and we will talk.”

Slowly her consciousness was slipping and the girl’s vision became blurry. Trophonius’ words of advice rang in her head “Mind your stamina and the usage of the Spark. Don’t let your anger and negative emotions run wild because they can trigger an unforeseen transformation.” But this… was this an exception? None of them was ready to do anything so Y/N had to save herself.

The sole reason for their inaction was the fear of Alastor doing something irredeemable to her. Neither Yoongi nor Jin, Junkook or Jimin would be able to forgive themselves if she died because of them.

With trembling hands, Y/N grabbed Hoseok’s strong arm and closed her eyes. Putting all the strength left in her to good use she began imagining how he was letting go of her neck. Once… twice… three times… The demon’s mind began breaking open for the Spark.

“She’s doing it! She’s trying to mess with my head!” Alastor shouted. It took a few more seconds but his strong grip was getting loose. The General observed carefully, his jaw tight while seeing how the King of the South was trying to fight the influence. His beautiful facial features contorted with pain and anger.

Y/N was at the end of her vital power and felt the Spark becoming weaker. Jimin couldn’t stand this anymore but before any of them could do anything Hoseok opened his hand suddenly and Y/N fell to the ground with a loud thud. With one swift motion, Aamon was at Y/N’s side lifting the girl up. Coughing and struggling to calm herself down she felt the energy running through her body forcefully.

Chaos erupted seconds after - Jungkook appeared behind Alastor grabbing his hands in a tight grip, Yoongi leaped forward like a lion, transforming in the process. A gash formed on Hoseok’s face. The three of them struggled for a few moments before the others could do a thing. Namjoon got to Mammon first, dragging him back, while Jin and Taehyung tried to do the same. The attempt to break them apart was a complete and utter failure - the three were back at their throats just as fast.

Y/N buried her face in Jimin’s chest who was hugging her tightly, using his body as a shield. Centering herself the girl tried to stand up and when the King saw that, immediately wrapped one arm around her waist for support. It took a while but like cogwheels, the Spark began doing its’ thing obeying Y/N’s will. What happened next forced everyone to turn around.

The young woman’s eyes began shining and her voice sounded like an extremely loud echo “Stop it!” If only she could see herself from the side… “Sit” pointing at the table and the fallen chairs the demons became silent and did what was ordered.

Their minds were completely empty, under the influence of the Spark and no one could fight it anymore. Y/N’s body was straining but it didn’t matter. “If I wanted to take you down… I could do it just as easily as that” she turned to Alastor, whose face was still bleeding. “I’m a doctor, I took an oath to not do harm… I will never do the opposite…” it was so hard to breathe now while speaking. “As you all see… somehow I managed to change Agares… he is different and so is Baal.”

Jimin was still providing support but got genuinely scared when he saw a black handprint appearing over the woman’s mouth. “Y/N, calm down, please” he begged while staring at her expressionless face. She didn’t pay any attention to the King, as if he wasn’t even there.

The other six were powerless, they were seeing everything but couldn’t lift a finger.

“I’m not a monster King Alastor… from what I’ve heard it was you who… delivered the first blow long ago and… the others are not to blame.” Taking a few deep breaths the Spark then continued speaking “Don’t turn me into… the villain I’m not. I might be a half-blood but that… doesn’t make me any less deserving of life.” with those words Y/N’s body became limp in the hands of Aamon. The influence disappeared momentarily and Yoongi along with Jungkook rushed to the girl. She had blacked out after running out of energy.

Those things that the Oracle warned about happened just as he said. Mammon was watching her with deep regret not knowing how to proceed. Baal was quick to check if she was still alive, finding the carotid artery and pressing onto it. There was a pulse and even though it was weak he breathed out a sigh of relief, glad Y/N was alive.

No one dared to say a word after that but something has changed.

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Outlaw Alastor

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An art dump of my Hazbin Hotel western au! Alastor is a notorious outlaw and Angel a local cowhand and the son of a corrupt sheriff. It’s been a fun au to explore!

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Angel's totally going to arrest him, guys. He's not charmed by this gross criminal and his adorable sidekick what are you talking about?

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Mindful Consumption of Hazbin Hotel’s vodoo Content

There is no such thing as Voodoo; it is a silly lie invented by you whites to injure us. —William Seabrook, The Magic Island

(Article and Study Link Sources will be in the reblogs because Tumblr doesn’t let linked posts appear)

First of all, I’m not writing this as a Vodou practitioner. Or as a Creole POC. I’m simply an outsider making an effort to educate herself for mindful consumption of Hazbin Hotel content and avoid perpetuating misrepresentation of a religion.

(Image: Alastor with Vodou symbols and Vodou-inspired symbols behind him)

The portrayed dark magic of Hazbin Hotel’s Alastor is heavily themed with Hollywood Voodoo or the misrepresentation of Vodou in film. This can also apply with Dr. Facilier in “The Princess and the Frog.” Both characters are from New Orleans [18], [19] where Louisiana Vodou Vaudou is practiced. Both are therefore assumed to practice an evil version of said religion.

During my consumption of Hazbin Hotel content, someone once pointed out the worrying factor of Alastor’s magic abilities identified as Hollywood Voodoo.

According to my research, Hollywood Voodoo is a film outlet of “Imagined Voodoo” or the age-old White anxieties on Black people.

What Is Vodou?

(Photo taken from Huffpost)

Haitian Vodou is a religion of African descendants brought as slaves to the French colony of Haiti. It combines west and west central African religions with Native American and European cultural and religious elements.[1]

It is also known as Vodoo, Vodoun, Vudu and Vudun. But to avoid confusion, the term “Vodou” will be used consistently throughout this post when referring to the religion.

Slaves from Haiti are brought to New Orleans where it infused with its dominant religion, Catholicism. The Vodou-Catholicism hybrid religion is sometimes referred to as New Orleans Vodou.[2]

(Photo provided by Cheryl Gerber)

All Vodou rituals are healing rituals. It's focused on the celebration of ancestral spirits (Lwa or Loa) through feasting, singing and ecstatic dance rituals to heal ailments and restore social bonds.[1]

Vodou practitioners believe of the visible world connected to the invisible world that can be transitioned to through Death. In the invisible world, the Lwa watch over and inspire us. The Lwa can be archetypes of human personalities such as Ogun the Warrior or predecessors. There is also the Bondye or their version of the supreme God who is loving but distant from individual human concerns. [3]

But despite this, a majority of foreigners synonimize “voodoo” with Haitian “black magic” or “sorcery.”[4]

What is Imagined Voodoo?

A Harvard study termed "Imagined Voodoo" to refer to the imagined religion and magical system of the American brain linked by the following White anxieties:

Black uprising

Black fetishization

Intermarriages that could lead to the dissolution of the White race

All under the guise of history or harmless entertainment, it negatively affects Black religiosity and in general, Black subjects. Unless we arm ourselves with information to prevent its perpetuation through us.

Alastor’s Themes and Voodoo Stereotypes

Stereotypes are often used in stories to save time on informing the audience through widely held and fixed oversimplified assumptions. The following Voodoo stereotypes are present in Alastor’s character traits and themes.

His Roots

According to Alastor’s Wikia page, he is part Creole.[20] In New Orleans, the term can refer to many kinds of people. In early history, "Creole" is a term for:

A slave born in the New World[5]

A free Person of Color[5]

People of Mixed Heritage[5]

Later on, White French and Spanish people residing in New Orleans adopted the term to differentiate themselves from Americans whom they found greedy and ambitious.[5]

A Creole person can be White, a POC or of mixed race from different places such as Haiti and Louisiana.

The team behind Hazbin Hotel may have made Alastor part Creole in order to avoid religion appropriation. However, Vodou is not an exclusive religion. [6] (EDIT: Vodou is an exclusive religion.) And even if they want to represent mixed Creole people, pairing Alastor with Hollywood Voodoo may not be a good way to do it.

Vodou practitioners today are targets of hate crime, especially in Haiti (sacred mapou trees are regular targets of vandalism and arson, worshippers risk harassment and violence, with lynchings not unheard of).[7] If the media continues to portray Vodou as evil, it may have a role in perpetuating the hate.

(Image of a Vodou ceremony from a video of The Guardian)

Depicted As Evil Magic

In America and Caribbean, Vodou was first practiced by slaves of African descent. Their religion was dismissed as superstition, their priests as witch doctors and their God and Lwa were denounced as evil. [3]

“They were treated as cattle. As animals to be bought and sold; worth nothing more than a cow. Often less,” anthropologist Ira Lowenthal stated.[7]

“Vodou is the response to that. Vodou says ‘no, I’m not a cow. Cows cannot dance, cows do not sing. Cows cannot become God. Not only am I a human being – I’m considerably more human than you. Watch me create divinity in this world you have given me that is so ugly and so hard. Watch me become God in front of your eyes.’”[7]

During the Haitian Revolution, many of the slaves were Voodooists and some of their military leaders were priests who inspired and organized them to fight for freedom. The imagery and vocabulary of Vodou became threatening to European and American colonies and was then brutally repressed. [3]

(Image from Lisapo Ya Kama)

Years later, Hollywood Voodoo is rooted in racism and acts as an outlet for White anxiety of Black vengeance. One example is the movie, “The Skeleton Key” where Black hoodoo practitioners (who had been lynched) stole the bodies and identities of White people for years.

For Alastor to continue using Hollywood Voodoo themed magic may continue the misinformation of Vodou by inspiring baseless fear and horror.

Voodoo Dolls and Pins

Voodoo dolls are universally associated with Hollywood voodoo and therefore, Vodou. But voodoo dolls are unheard of in the original Haitian Vodou.

In reality, they were inspired from the "poppet" of European witchcraft after an American writer heard Vodou is a witchcraft [8]. This American writer is most likely Victor Hugo Halperin where voodoo dolls first appeared in White Zombie (1932) [9].

Dolls are used in Vodou but only to represent Lwa and Bondye, sometimes the dolls are nailed on graves and altars, in order for the practitioners to communicate with them. The dolls also act as lucky charms and are not used to curse or cause harm with pins. [10], [21]

Cannibalism

(Screenshot of Alastor the Deer Demon eating a deer)

On February 13, 1864, 4 men and 4 women were executed for abducting, murdering and cannibalizing a 12-year-old girl by Fabre Geffrad, Haiti's reformist president, who wished to make an example out of the 8 killers labelled as vodouists and leave the backwardness of its African past and its folk religion. With Haiti claiming their independence, the Westerns' view on Vodou was proof that the "black republic '' cannot claim to be civilized.[11]

No transcripts of the trial survive. The most detailed account of the crime was written by Sir Spenser St John, the British charge d'affaires in Port-au-Prince -the place nearby the village where the murder happened. It was his account that defined Haiti as a place where ritual murder and cannibalism were common and often goes unpunished.[11]

(An artist’s engraving of the 8 “voodoo” practitioners found guilty of the murder and cannibalism of the 12-year-old Claircine from the Smithsonian Magazine.)

However, there was no other information supporting St. John's claim that cannibalism is a norm for 19th century Haiti. The only two reports of cannibalism provided was from a French priest in 1870s and a white Dominican ten years later. Both have no evidence and both are suspected from their claim that they have penetrated secret ceremonies wearing blackface -if they have been undetected. However, they have influenced Victorian writers who have never visited Haiti.[11]

In the 19th century, American Jesuit missionary, Joseph W. Williams claims that sexual arousal from voodoo "orgies" causes devolution to lower animal states that causes them to cannibalize in an act of sexualized violence.[1]

In Joseph Murphy's psychoanalysis, Imagined Voodoo allows White people to project their most disturbing desires onto a cultural Other.[13]

"The erotic and ecstatic elements in African-derived religions are selected and transformed into images of unrestraint and become vehicles for white sexual and aggressive fantasies... What is ‘dark’ and ‘black’ within the white psyche is projected onto what is ‘dark’ and ‘black’ in the social environment."[13]

Because of the accusations of cannibalism, Vodou is seen as savage. Alastor is hinted to be cannibalistic (as seen by a speed drawing of him, a deer demon, eating a deer).[12] To continue to associate cannibalism with voodoo practice may continue the harm of misinformation.

Vodou Symbols

When Alastor uses magic, Vodou symbols or veves would sometimes appear.

In Vodou, different veves are used depending on the lwa or spirits the practitioners desired to invoke.

(Veve image from Catherine Beyer)

Damballah-Wedo is believed by the Vodou practitioners as the Sky Father and primordial creator of all life. He is depicted as a snake or serpent and is seen as a loving father of the world whose presence brings peace and harmony. [23]

(Veve image from Catherine Beyer)

A part of a veve in the screenshot is from the veve for Papa Legba -the gatekeeper of the spirt world. He is associated with the sun and is seen as a life-giver that transfers the power of Bondye to the living world. Rituals are started by praying to Legba to open the gates so that they can connect to the other lwas. [23]

The veve above is the veve of Ayizan. Ayizan is the lwa of commerce and herbal healing. She is associated with love and Vodou rites of initiation. Ayizan is believed to be the first archetypal mambo (priestess) and the protector of religious ceremonies.[14]

(Veve Image from ErzulieRedEyesArtAndSpirit)

The veve above is taken from the veve of Papa Loko. He is believed to be the first Vodou priest. His name has nothing to do with the American (EDIT: Spanish) slang word "loco" meaning crazy. Papa Loko is a revered knowledgeable spirit who offers spiritual guidance to those seeking formal initiation into Vodou.[15]

Met Kalfou is the master of the Crossroads. He is the crossroads where magic manifests regardless of which lwa is using magic for. He allows it to travel without judgement.[16]

Met Kalfou is often mistaken as some kind of demon or evil. He is believed to be the force through which all magic flows, be it good or ill. Met Kalfou is also the spirit of luck. As a manifestation of crossroads, he can see multiple outcomes of a situation. [16]

Santa Muerte is believed to be the personification of death itself.[17]

Using veves to portray evil when it incorrectly relates to what they symbolize can result in misinformation. Even if only parts of the veve are taken to be used to portray malice, it doesn’t change the fact that they still came from sacred symbols.

Is Alastor a Hoodoo Practitioner?

(Photo: Image of Hoodoo Candles from Wikipedia)

Hoodoo is based heavily on folk magic. It is not a religion. Although their beliefs have elements of African and European religions. Its tradition emphasizes on personal magical power with the intention to improve daily lives. Its a combination of African practices and beliefs and American Indian botanical knowledge and European folklore. It’s heavily practiced in the Southern US.[22]

Unlike Vodou, they have no designated priests or priestesses and no difference between initiates and laity. Hoodoo spells are commonly accompanied with Biblical text but are not performed in Jesus’ name. It uses tools, spells, formulas, methods, techniques. Tools can be herbs, roots, minerals, animal parts and personal possessions.[22]

Alastor MAYBE a hodoo practitioner. But there are possible problems of associating an occult of a minority as a tool of evil. It might be best if Alastor is only depicted using deer-radio-themed dark magic instead.

In Short...

Misrepresentation of Vodou has its roots on White fear of Black retribution as well as White “othering” and projecting of taboo concepts such as fetishization and cannibalism. This results in stigmatization of Black topics and Vodou practitioners. The continuation of Hollywood Voodoo plays a role in perpetuating its misrepresentation. However, informing ourselves may stop the perpetuation in us.

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