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Description: In which Alastor with out noticing it or not wanting to , start to be friend the group one by one , and in which the group don't know how to handel the sudden liking of the Radio Demon in their personas.

Admin Note:I have been imagining some headcanons of the character and how i think they would interact with each other , and this one haven't die in a while , so i decided to write a little fic about it.

This is my first time writing anything and also i know it will be a bit OC but i will try to play their personalities as close as possible.

[No ship fic just platonic relationships aside for the actual canon romantic relationships that have actually appear]

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<Chapter 1> Lucifer

Of the few things that made Husk feel proud currently in Hell, if you were to ask him, it was the ease with which he had developed his ability to read people (he had made a monumental mistake with the deer, never again). The small details, movements, or expressions revealed a lot about what they really felt or what their true intentions were. He knew when a sinner entering sought to mock him for how the sinner he walked or if he was curious they will make morbid movements with their eyes while looking around, but above all, he knew how to read the people of the hotel, or the staff, as he liked to refer to those who touched the hotel before defeating the angels and losing Sir Pentious. He wouldn't tell anyone, but he missed the strange way that snake pronounced the 's'.

The Hotel staff was very curious, unique, and singular, just like their ways of expressing their dislikes or likes,he knows from the tapping of Angel Dust's fingers, which meant he was nervous about something, to the curious feet dancing Lucifer did when he was having a good day; how Charlie bit her lip when she was very excited, to how Nifty's walk represented that it was her break time. With everyone, even... Alastor, of course, he knew him, he was his boss, it was a matter of life or death not to know him, the deer was a guy who had his movements almost perfectly controlled, emphasizing the almost. Husk had learned one of the few weaknesses in his bosses mask. When his ears were relaxed, he was at ease; when they were upright but with a slight movement from time to time, it meant he was irritated; when one was turned, it meant he was listening to something that interested him; his eyes were also surprisingly a great window of how he felt sometimes, and the last point with which he prayed never to be discovered looking at... was his tail, oh yes... the son of a bitch had a furry red and black ball attached to his ass that was almost unexistent unless it moved ,it was one of the parts that almost didn't move but, when it did, was the most revealing.

So yeah, Husk kept a close eye on the deer's every moment that passed, and that's how he began to notice things... small changes in the posture and reactions of the radio demon, his reactions had changed around the people of the hotel. It was something that surprised Husk incredibly and he was sure that Alastor didn't even realize it, if he did, he would probably close himself off from others again. He didn't need to be a genius to know that after the battle with Adam, he had been away from the others for a long time, possibly in his tower licking his wounds and with a shattered ego. Husk and maybe others knew about this information because of the giant distance, the monumental wall he put between him and the others, limiting interaction as much as possible to only business dealings.

But just as Alastor had relaxed before and almost completely closed himself off, showing a change in his personality, others had done it in their own ways, and this only caused the deer to unconsciously but more pronouncedly fall back into habits that were once as light as the touch of a feather, reactions that only saw with Rosie or Nifty . All because of small but significant interactions with each and every one of them, where the residents slowly and unknowingly toring down the wall that had been formed with so much resentment.

Interestingly, it started with the one he liked the least, Lucifer, the king of hell with whom he seemed to hate so much. In the first few weeks, the seraph had the Overlord under his watch , and with that, he noticed how Alastor movements were slower, even somewhat tired, lacking the egocentric and somewhat narcissistic energy that characterized him; he seemed to be sweating cold. So, letting curiosity guide him one night when the deer retired early again, he followed him until they reached the radio demon's room, and when he saw that the Overlord was about to enter, he shapesifted to a mouse and ran into the room before the door closed.

The room was cool and covered in red, the deer's characteristic colors until the sovereign noticed the small section of the room that revealed a swamp towards a forest, that caught his attention, tempting him to follow the water puddle, maybe it led to a river with ducks! His thoughts were quickly cut off by a grunt of pain that made him perk up his two big ears and turn toward the source.

On the bed sat Alastor, already without his jacket and with the shirt unbuttoned as he tried to clean a large wound. So focused was the deer that he didn't feel when small claws that started to climb up his pants and to the bed.

- D-dammit... - the deer muttered in pain. - WOHOHO, it looks nasty! - Lucifer responded from one of the knees of the demon, still in his mouse form, with a disgusted expression.

Seeing the small golden mouse made Alastor's skin crawl, and letting out a snarl, the angry deer tried to give him a strong slap, but the king agilely dodged it, quickly while the room's atmosphere darkened, and interference was present, saying that Alastor was upset was an understatement. His atlers began to grow from the head of the radio star, just as his body twisted in a monstrous way.

- It's not that bad, Bambi, we all have bad days - the angel said playfully while now in bird form as he flew over Alastor's face.

- ĞƏŢ ØŲŢ!!!! - the deer growled amid static.

As their little fight kept going the deer managed to grab the little bird and threw it to the swampy side of the place but out of no where a large golden deer with red eyes emerged from the forest, which with a horned blow sent Alastor to the wall and then held him against it with its antlers.

- Listen well, SON OF A BITCH - said Lucifer spitting fire from his mouth while pressing the other against the wall a little more. -When I let you go, you're going to calm down, and we'll have a civilized conversation without YOU destroying MY DAUGHTER'S hotel - he said pressing the antlers more, causing the sharp pain on the other's wound. -UNDERSTUD ?! - growled the king at last.

Alastor felt that if he kept so much static, his head would explode, and the burning sensation in his chest was suffocating him, so to avoid more damage to himself and with another scratch to his pride, he nodded. Lucifer studied him for a few minutes, seeing how his smile twisted into a disgusted grimace and that one of his eyes showed a growing tic, but seeing his ears low, he decided he was telling the truth, so snorting, he slowly moved away from the red deer.

Being at a safe distance from each other, Lucifer relaxed and let his deer form become friendlier with furry and somewhat smaller atlers , while Alastor closed his shirt and took a seat in one of the chairs that hadn't fallen in the commotion.

They were silent for a moment, Alastor growling softly as he watched the King pace around his room while poking his things, he wanted to strangle him, with this thought, he dug his claws into the arm of the chair.

- So that's why you glt early to bed all the time, huh? - the blonde asked while finishing to watch the last thing that caught his attention while rerning to his normal human like form. Alastor just looked at him with narrowed eyes.

- And I guess it was Adam - the shorter one asked, making the interference spike in the room-. I thought so, well... -

Suddenly and without warning, the king took off his hat, then his coat, and rolled up his sleeves, causing Alastor's eyes to widen in confusion and panic, did Lucifer decide to finish with him already? If so, Alastor won't go down without a fight, did he still not recognize how powerful he could be?!

- Open your shirt.

- What?! - exclaimed the deer, covering his chest more, now he really didn't know what was happening.

- Didn't yoy hear me ? Open it . To heal you, I need to see how bad the wound is - the little king said with a hand on his hip. Alastor looked at him surprised and then blinked while shook his head.

- I don't need YOUR help, Majesty, I can take care of myself.

- Ha ha, and I'm a duck - sarcastically replied the King-. Look, if you want to die, I'd be happy to help - he said sweetly those words that only made the static in the place rise-But for greater reasons, right now, I can't allow it - he said with disgust-. Besides, I don't want to owe you anything.

- I'm not interested in your healing, why don't you go see Miss Vaggie instead? I'm sure you fallen ones could talk about how much that

hurt .

- Heh, do you know how angelic weapons work? - suddendly asked the King of Hell in a dark tone and then, with a snap, made the hands of the deer stick to the chair as well as his legs while his shirt disappeared.

Seeing this, Alastor lowered his ears almost completely against his skull like a cornered animal and began to growl threateningly.

- When you're wounded by them as a sinner, it will seek to purify, seek to undo the sin - Lucifer said suddenly approaching, seeming taller as he cast his heavy shadow over the Overlord-. It is lethal if in risky areas like yours - he said terrifyingly, his eyes glowing red as he raised a flaming hand-. But angels know how to handle it.

Suddenly and without warning, the seraph put his flaming hand on the wound; it was so fast that the sinner only managed to close his eyes tightly, expecting the burn of the burn and the agonizing pain, but he felt the opposite. He felt the wound stop hurting; he felt he could breathe better little by little, and his mouth no longer produced blood. When he opened his eyes with surprise, he saw how the king was wide-eyed with a golden like light shining through them.

When finished, Lucifer removed his hand, and immediately the force holding Alastor in the chair dissipated. The deer brought a trembling hand to his chest, feeling the smooth skin completely closed and dry; he had no words, so he just looked at the angel shocked.

- What a wound - said the blonde as golden blood flowed from his mouth, and the chest of his shirt began to get wet with it from under it-. I must admit, you are strong, this wound should have killed you - said the sovereign savoring his own blood and then taking his hat while putting a hand on his own chest-. I'll consider my debt paid, thanks for protecting my daughter.

With this last comment, he took his coat and disappeared in a breeze of red and golden sparks, leaving the deer stunned, who still couldn't believe what had just happened.

Days passed where Alastor walked around the hotel, still trying to decipher why that interaction had affected him so much and unconsciously looking for the blonde, but they did not appear until 3 days later at the breakfast table with the others while talking to Charlie in his sleepwear. The man looked tired, with somewhat marked dark circles while his rosy cheeks looked pale, but still, a slight smile for his daughter was on his face, and through the opening of the robe, Alastor saw an ugly grayish scar.

- Oh, Alastor, come, sit, we're about to have breakfast - the princess spoke cheerfully, making the other residents take notice of him. Alastor just widened his smile and walked to the table where everyone was talking about trivialities, but suddenly they fell silent.

Why?

Because the deer decided to sit at the head of the table between Husk and... Lucifer. The others didn't know what to think; usually, he sought the furthest seat from the king even if he had to turn around the whole table.

- Oh, come on, chums, I've arrived, there's no need to keep waiting, haha.

- No one was waiting for you - murmured the seraph under his breath, earning him an jab from his daughter.

- Haha, Your Majesty, I don't think you should drink so much coffee; with that height, the bitterness of the coffee may have an effect on you - he said smiling.

- Hoho, your little- but before he could comment on something, Charlie put a piece of waffle on her father's mouth, winning the laughter from the group.

Slowly, people began to talk again, trying not to think too much about what was happening, but among all of them, Husk remained silent, carefully watching his boss and the king, noticing how the King looked at him distrustfully as he drank his coffee, while the movement of the deer's ears was almost nil, but they were directed at the King, very attentive as if he were testing the atmosphere.

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