#alastor x reader

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Rating:Mature

Pairing:Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary: A strange device throws you into the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. Once an average human living in a three-dimensional world, you’re now transformed into a two-dimensional being that has been cast into Hell. Sinners and demons alike are curious and most harbor ill-will towards you. Charlie and the staff of the Happy Hotel take you in and offer you protection while they try and figure out how to return you to your world. That is… until you come across a certain Radio Demon with sinister intentions.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit Language, Point-of-View Switch

Previous Chapters: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12

Chapter Notes: I know it’s been awhile, guys. For those of you who are still around, I thank you. I hope you enjoy this next snippet.

“Chaton” = kitten in French

A piercing scream echoed through the metaphysical shop as the Radio Demon entered, indicating the arrival of a potential customer to the shopkeeper. Alastor’s eyes narrowed on the shrill device that was used as a make-shift chime to alert the presence of patrons. Oh, how he wished those screams were real. He craved to hear those blood-curdling cries of agony and fear. It occurred to him then that he was long overdue for another kill…

“Welcome to Rosie’s Emporium!” A voice called from the back, interrupting his twisted yearning for slaughter. “I’ll be with you in a moment!”

“I’m in no hurry, chaton,” Alastor replied dismissively, scanning the array of whimsical and deadly items on the shelves.

“Oh, Alastor! Is that you?”

“It is, indeed!” he called back, running the tip of his finger along the spine of a book that held his attention before pulling back to smear the collected dust along his gloved fingertips. “How are you fairing on this fine afternoon?”

A slight, lanky character with sunken holes where her eyes should be, appeared from the back room. She was adorned with a frilly dress and an obscenely large and eccentric hat, which only emphasized her small frame. Upon first glance, it appeared that she was carrying a handful of freshly severed fingers. “I’m peachy keen, sweetheart. How could I not be? It is, after all, another glorious day in Hell!”

“You seem to be taking Franklin’s departure quite well. Unaccompanied entreneurship suits you well, chaton,” Alastor praised, taking note of the radiant glow emitting from the emporium owner. Her previous business partner and fellow shop owner had perished during the most recent extermination. Just another victim the angels had claimed.

Rosie flowed gracefully across the shop, setting the bloody fingers down gently in a bowl for display before turning back to address her friend. “Well, you seem remarkably… shall we say, insouciant, for an overlord who believes that he can outsmart the King of Hell.”

Alastor halted his movement, though he gave nothing away in his expression. However, Rosie knew him well enough by now to notice even his most subtle tells. She was sure she saw something like amusement dancing in his red eyes.

The Radio Demon checked himself, purposely relaxing his shoulders while still maintaining his proper stance. “Why, I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

Rosie’s eyes began to narrow, apparently both taken aback and slighted by Alastor’s brashness. Would he dare keep something like this from her? Even when directly confronted?

“The human,” she snapped as if having caught Alastor red-handed in the midst of some juvenile gimmick.

Alastor paused, just long enough to appear caught off guard. He hadn’t quite been expecting that. After all, he hadn’t yet informed his friend of his nefarious plans.

“Pardon?” He questioned, hoping that she misspoke. Rosie’s expression turned into a scowl as she began to lose patience with Alastor’s portrayal of innocence. She knew better. Rosie glared blatantly at the Radio Demon in an attempt to emphasize her annoyance.

“Come, come now, Alastor. You cannot fool me. You know I’m usually impervious to empty gossip. However, you’ve been far from discreet. I know that you’re up to something incredibly naughty and I’m worried for you, sweetie.”

Alastor’s fingers flexed - an involuntary reaction in search of his staff. He was so used to having it at his beck and call. It had become an unconventional comfort to him during times of trepidation. Instead, Alastor threw his head back as he released a huff of laughter. “Chaton, there is no reason to fret. The human you speak of has been residing at the hotel that I have recently begun renovating. I have simply taken it upon myself to be a most gracious host.”

“Is that so?” There was an edge of astonishment in her voice as she shook her head with an awed expression, as if taking Alastor’s secret indiscretion personally. “I will say, she must really be something if you’ve already got your sights set on her. You’ve always had an eye for opportunity.” Her reaction actually made Alastor’s usual grin morph into a prideful smirk. If only she knew.

“My, my. Why so intrigued, Rosie, dear? If you were anyone else plaguing me with these iniquitous accusations, I would have to slaughter you where you stand,” Alastor warned. Rosie would have taken heed of Alastor’s threat, if it wasn’t for the fact that she knew Alastor would never truly harm her. Discipline her for heinous acts against him? Maybe. But, nothing that wouldn’t heal. “As it stands, I must find a way to silence these preposterous rumors you so speak of.”

“I know you like causing trouble, dear friend. As do I on occasion,” she answered with a sweet and cheeky smile, showing off her fangs. “But we’re already quite well established here in Hell. We’ve both done unspeakable things to attain all that we have. Greed is an ugly creature that doesn’t suit you, Alastor.”

“Ah. Yes, well, what can I say? I’m an ambitious fellow, “ he jeered, which was a vague truth. “Don’t worry, my friend. I assure you that whatever you’ve heard could not be further from the truth.”

Rosie eased her posture just slightly, though her scowl remained. “Well then, let me tell you what I think. I suspect that you’re up to your old tricks.”

“Cleverly deduced,” Alastor mocked, his tone full of distaste. He didn’t enjoy being lectured.

Rosie sighed, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress before proceeding. “You’re planning on using that human to return to the mortal world, expecting your powers to remain intact. That’s not how it works, sweetheart. It’s a fool’s errand.”

What a clever girl, Alastor thought to himself. It was no wonder he valued their camaraderie as much as he did.

Alastor cocked a brow, careful to remain neutral as she continued. “As your ally - and your friend - it is my obligation to inform you when you’ve gone mad.” Alastor’s smirk grew just a bit into a wry grin. He hadn’t thought Rosie would take this so personally. It was as amusing as it was surprising.

“Fine, fine, fine,” he waved his hand dismissively. “I may temporarily have my horse hitched to the girl’s wagon, so to speak. Surely, you of all sinners can understand the desire to expand your empire? Since when did you get so soft?”

“You’ve said it yourself, Alastor. There is no undoing what is done,” she chided.

“Chaton, I can assure you, I have my head firmly about me in this.” The mild strain from being caught off guard in Alastor’s voice was nearly gone now, replaced with his usual sense of ease and delight. He was relieved that was what all Rosie’s fuss was about. Though he was still taken aback by her abrasiveness over mere gossip. That wasn’t like her.

“So this is just another stunt of yours then? You can’t seem to help yourself, can you? Must you always go against convention? You’re a reckless fool.”

“No. This is not a stunt. And to be frank, dear, your insults are starting to wear thin,” the Radio Demon warned, a crackle of static emphasizing his annoyance. “I have never put more thought into any other decision. I have never been more sure of something. I understand your trepidation, but one would think you would have enough faith in my intelligence to trust in what I am doing.” Alastor’s eyes flashed red with vexation, his posture becoming more and more domineering as he spoke.

Rosie took a moment to look him over, mulling over how to proceed with more caution. “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend,” she offered sincerely.

“However,” Alastor began, flashing a wide, mischievous smile. “Say I did have something… reprehensible in the works… You have no reason to doubt my capabilities. I’ll leave it at that.”

Rosie’s scowl didn’t ease, so Alastor disregarded her. There would be a time to discuss his plans in detail, but the present time was not ideal. “Am I to assume that is the reason you summoned me here? To lecture me on my alleged impulsive actions? Or did you feel the overwhelming urge to praise my ability to attain such an incredible asset? In theory, of course” He clarified, rather sarcastically, but shifted his demeanor once Rosie’s posture remained rigid.

“No,” she hissed. “I summoned you in hopes of warning you.”

“Oh? How delightfully ominous! Warn me of what, chaton?” Alastor asked, drumming his claws on the counter leisurely, making it apparent that he was equally unthreatened and bored.

“I’m not the only inhabitant of Hell that was caught off guard by your claim over the human, Alastor. Why, I don’t recall a time I’d ever seen those three so roused. They were tickled pink! The way they lit up when they discovered that I had no knowledge of this-”

“Come, come, Rosie. Out with it,” Alastor interjected, losing what little patience he had left with her ambiguity.

“Those foolhardy overlords who are always gawking about and maintain residence at that salacious studio. They know of your obsession with that girl and are already planning to make a muck of your plans. I thought I might try and beat them to it in hopes of giving you, and your new toy, a minor forewarning.”

A tense silence hung in the air before Alastor could process her words. “Those imbeciles were here? Openly threatening me? And you’re just disclosing this now?” Alastor seethed, his irritation sparking anew. Rosie glared and crossed her arms over her chest, a pose that was unbefitting of her normally elegant stance.

“Do not chastise me for the consequences of your actions, Alastor,” she warned as a slight gust of wind cascaded through the shop, indicative of the power she held. “Should you have not been so careless with your little human, your secret may have remained concealed. Is it true that you allowed her to seek council with Valentino? Unaccompanied, no less! What did you think would happen?”

Rosie carried herself in that sanctimonious way of hers, inclining her head toward Alastor like he was a child to be patronized. Oh, how he hated that.

“I was not responsible for that atrocity. It was that vulgar, ostentatious spider who does Valentino’s bidding. Had I not immediately gone to retrieve her, who knows what events may have transpired. I was hoping that once I disclosed that Lucifer had his sights set on her, they would leave well enough alone. It appears I presumed incorrectly.”

“Oh, Alastor,” she murmured, tilting her head sympathetically. “Dear boy, you’re doing too much. That human is more trouble than she’s worth. There are too many people in power who want a piece of her. If you want to secure her as your own, you’re going to need to get ahead of this.” Her tone was placating but only marginally effective. Alastor held her stare for a moment longer and then turned away from her.

“I can deal with those three cretins. I’m not intimidated in the slightest.”

“Your expression says otherwise,” Rosie affirmed, stepping around to force him to face her. “They’re going to be difficult to subdue. They have new artillery. That irksome small one was bragging about how she was able to get her hands on fruit from the forbidden tree.”

“…come again?” Alastor asked, quirking a brow.

The elegant demon tapped a long, pale finger against her mouth thoughtfully, continuing as if she hadn’t heard him. “I don’t know what they’re planning on doing with it, but it can’t be anything good.”

Alastor was glaring again. The look was heated and impatient. His jaw tensed as he bit out, "I’m afraid that ship has sailed. The girl has already been infected with it.”

Rosie, unfazed by his trite display, gave him a surprised expression. “Oh? And she survived?”

“It would appear so,” he sneered.

That explained the girl’s hallucinations. Alastor was please to have that mystery solved, but he did not enjoy being outdone by his rivals. Especially those he considered so far beneath him. They would not even have known about his attachment to the human had Angel not gotten involved. This angered him further. The spider had come so close to running his plans. So very close. No, no, her continued companionship with him would not do. He would have to sever those ties immediately.

A sudden lurch to his insides alerted him of another demon within close proximity, though not from inside the shop. It seemed that his shadow was communicating with him, sending warning signals that his human was no longer unaccompanied. Though Alastor felt no threatening presence, he did not trust that whoever was with her meant her no harm.

“I think it’s time I bid you farewell, chaton” Alastor stated, deciding that it was time the conversation ended. Though he was displeased with the amount of knowledge that Rosie possessed regarding his plans, it was too late now. Alastor would never be foolish enough to fully trust anyone, even his closest of friends, but maybe they could somehow work together in the near future. Rosie was certainly a formidable ally. Perhaps, this could potentially work in his favor.

Regardless, Alastor was getting more and more antsy the longer he left the girl with the unknown stranger.

“As you wish. But please, Alastor. Heed my warning,” Rosie replied, escorting her friend towards the exit.

“Yes, yes, chaton. I hear your concerns,” he promptly dismissed before placing a delicate parting kiss on her cheek. “I thank you for your guidance and for your hospitality.”

She smiled genuinely at him, showing off her pearly fangs. “It’s always a pleasure, sweetie. Please be careful.”

“Always,” he winked as he turned to leave.

“And be mindful of that temper of yours!” she insisted, wagging an accusatory finger. “It’s going to consume you one of these days!”

His smile widened into a sinister grin. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

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#imaginary fanfiction #hazbin hotel imaginary #alastor x reader

@jetsetlife138

Sun, 10 Apr 2022 22:48:46

Rating:Mature

Pairing:Alastor x Fem!Reader

Summary:A mysterious device throws you into the animated world of Hazbin Hotel. Once an average human living in a three-dimensional world, you’re now transformed into a two-dimensional human that has been cast into Hell. Pentagram City’s residents are curious and most harbor ill-will towards you. Charlie and the staff of the Happy Hotel take you in and offer you protection while they try and figure out how to return you to your world. That is… until you come across a certain Radio Demon with different intentions.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit Language, Awkward situations, manipulation, possessive behavior, frightening imagery

Previous Chapters:1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11

An absurd amount of information had made itself known to you in the past hour. There were so many things boggling your mind that your vision practically blurred from the headache it produced. To try and process everything was overwhelming at best.

First of all, you thought that you had been seduced by Alastor… but you weren’t. As it turns out, it wasn’t even Alastor that caused the nightmare. The culprit was a mysterious entity, which made an already fucked up situation that much worse. Though Alastor had assured you that the exchange had been fabricated in your mind, you weren’t entirely sure if that was the case. It had felt so horrifyingly real. To chalk it all up to a drug-induced dream was nonsensical and yet, considering your environment, that could have absolutely been the case.

Whatever it was, it didn’t negate the fact that you openly offered yourself to the two-dimensional demon. Or… did you? It didn’t feel right, but also, it felt oh so wonderful. The sexual tension that had been building up around Alastor since your arrival in Hell had finally come to a head, but you didn’t actually want that to happen… right?

Ew, okay, ignoring the fact that you came off like a desperate dog in heat, you were still relieved when Alastor had revealed that it wasn’t actually him, which also kind of left you… disappointed? Fuck! You needed therapy!

Then, of course, there was the heart-warming flashback that Alastor had remarkably disclosed that allowed you to see a whole new side of Husk where he was actually defending your honor, but it also made Alastor out to be a power-hungry demon who cared little for anything else. To be fair, you already knew that about him, but it was still upsetting to hear him basically confirm it in his own not-so-subtle way.

In addition, after all of that, he had somewhat confessed to finding you appealing and wanting to make you his, whatever the fuck that meant. And then he kissed you again! What fucked up game was he playing?! What kind of insane torture was this?! More importantly, why were you still drawn to him?!

Your thoughts were loud and distracting. So much so that you weren’t even concentrating on where you were going as Alastor led you down one of the derelict streets of Hell, which you had learned was Pentagram City in the Pride Ring.

Alastor kept a casual pace, his posture proper and also somehow relaxed as he clasped his hands tightly behind his back as he walked. As your troublesome thoughts became too much to bear on your own, you couldn’t stop yourself from breaking the silence with a question.

“Uh, so… could you please share your suspicions regarding who would target me for something as weird and kinky as tentacle… er… shenanigans? You said you had an idea of who it might be, but you haven’t disclosed who. I also don’t understand why they wanted to make me think I was in that kind of situation. I’d like to know, please.”

A moment of awkward quiet passed between you before he spoke. “There is no sense in sharing unless I am certain. Do not fret, the miscreant will be found and properly dealt with, I assure you.”

His usual crisp and chipper tone was subdued. He actually sounded a bit weary. Your self-conscious response was to assume that his lack of energy was due to some form of regret for offering to help you. Your eyes lowered to the ground as you held your tongue, trying your best to hold back more questions in fear of what he might do when genuinely annoyed. Sadly, that lasted all of ten seconds.

“I’d appreciate it if you were upfront with me about everything rather than continuously keeping me guessing. It’s no secret that you enjoy toying with people, but please, Alastor. This had better not just be some game to you. If you really want to help me, I’m grateful, but if you’re just bored and looking for entertainment, you’re even more fucked up than I thought and you can forget about our deal.”

The comment sparked provocation, which caused him to cease walking immediately before he slowly turned around to face you. The sudden movement caught you off guard, nearly causing you to trip and plow right into him, but you managed to keep your balance as you bent your neck back to peer up into his blazing eyes, noting how intimidating his height truly was.

“Sweet girl,” he began, his voice low with crackles of distortion, causing goosebumps to crawl up your arms. “I would be dishonest if I said that the undertone of trepidation you are so desperately trying to hide wasn’t utterly delectable.” He leaned forward then, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. “However, there is no reason to question my allegiance. You have indeed been targeted by one of Hell’s own and I have taken it upon myself to ensure your safety. You’re no good to anyone dead. I am simply holding up my end of the bargain as any gentleman would. As for our venture, why should it not be a source of fun? After all, the world’s a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment!”

Gawking at him, you blinked a few times, lost for words as he widened his grin, causing his red eyes to shift into horizontal crescent-shaped slits, which made his appearance even more sinister. Was this haunting, powerful creature with the face of nightmares really willing to put himself in harm’s way to keep you safe? Was it just to make sure that he could go back to Earth with you or did it have anything to do with his weird fondness towards you? Either way, it was vexing, leaving you with a sense of unease.

Satisfied with your lack of response, the Radio Demon smoothly turned back around without another word and resumed his brisk pace once again.

Thinking out loud, you murmured more to yourself than to him, “I’m just baffled. What does it accomplish to put that in my head? Why would they think that would have any kind of impact?”

“The delinquent is not at fault for the carnal scenario displayed in your mind. It was already there.”

You halted. Alastor, upon hearing your footsteps abruptly stop, paused his stroll and turned his head slightly to flash an incredulous grin.

“Come again?”

Sensing your bemusement, he turned to fully face you, his expression stoic. “You were essentially poisoned. However, the concoction was not meant to kill you. The drink contained juice from what you would refer to as the ‘forbidden fruit’ picked from the Tree of Knowledge. Humans experience different reactions based on how much of the liquid is imbibed. It appears that the amount you took resulted in showcasing one of your most deeply rooted desires and creating a mental manifestation. The illusion that transpires is not always so… venereal.”

The seconds passed like hours as you put the pieces together of his explanation, finally understanding the subtext of his words. When it clicked, the blood drained from your face as you avoided his gaze. Shame and humiliation welled up inside of you, causing you to choke on your own breath as you tried to calm yourself before you could manage to form words.

“So… what I saw… and what you saw in my head… that was-”

“A product of your own inception? Indeed.”

“A-and that kiss after? You were…”

“Testing a theory.” The thinly-veiled elation in his voice caused you to look up at him once again. The mischief in his eyes and the salacious grin he adorned made you want to crawl under a rock and cease to exist. “Don’t worry, darling. No harm, no foul.”

You could only manage to gape at him, not having the slightest clue on how to respond.

Luckily, Alastor was not feeling particularly patient and had turned back to continue on his path. You closed your eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to collect yourself before following his lead, pretending like you hadn’t just experienced the most embarrassing moment of your life.

Keeping a few paces behind him, you were distracted by hissing emerging from the alleys you had passed. Peering into the darkness, you were met with several pairs of glowing orbs blinking back at you.

Glancing behind you, it was then you noticed that you and Alastor had attracted a following of little red creatures with black horns and spiked tails. They each seemed to be carrying weapons, which were an array of knives, spears, rope, and other random objects that they could find.

“Um, Alastor?” you murmured tensely.

“Yes, darling?”

“Are those things dangerous?”

“Hmm?” he glanced back halfheartedly. Upon seeing the group of creatures that had surrounded the two of you, he stopped. His eyes hardened in understanding as his gaze flickered from you to the surrounding creatures. The situation seemed to be a new concept for him. He was never the prey, always the predator. He wasn’t used to being burdened with looking after a fragile human life, though you could tell he raged for the hunt.

Before you could even blink, he savagely tugged you forward, wrapping his arms around you and enveloping you completely. Your automatic response was to struggle, pushing against his chest to alleviate the uncomfortable proximity, but something about the way he held you against his large frame felt comforting. It was as if he was offended by the implication that someone would dare even consider touching what was his. Your throat clenched at the overwhelming scent of him so close to you. How was it possible to smell like raw power?

His body started to tremble, causing you to glance up instinctively. You had regretted it instantly.

His fangs had protruded from his mouth while his jaw seemed to dislocate itself. The sound of his bones popping out of place made you cringe. His crimson eyes blackened into the familiarly threatening dials and his antlers grew in height and length in a terrifying display. You hated when he transformed into the horrifying beast before you. It was downright haunting, but you understood that it was a display of power. It was a silent threat to anyone who dared defy him, and it worked every time.

The small gremlin-like beings took one look at his ghastly transformation and scattered in a heap of whimpers and screeches, leaving no trace that they had ever been actively planning your assassination. Alastor quickly returned to his favorable condition, finally releasing you before fixing his hair and brushing off his coat absentmindedly like he hadn’t just effortlessly contorted into a nightmare in physical form.

“Filthy scavengers,” he seethed, taking a moment to inspect you. “Be mindful of threats, dearest.” With that, he extended his arm as an invitation for you to grab ahold of it.

Still shaking, you interlocked your arm with his and remained silent as he led you further to his intended destination.

A few minutes later, you had arrived at what appeared to be a run-down metaphysical shop. “This looks… quaint,” you commented dryly, trying to mask your apprehension with false sincerity.

Expecting to walk right in, you were taken aback when Alastor released your arm and motioned for you to go no further. “I’ll only be a moment. You may wait here until I return.”

You scoffed. “Are you kidding me? Less than five minutes ago there was a mob eying me like a piece of meat and now you want to leave me out here by myself? Are you purposely throwing me to the wolves?”

His head slowly tilted and he arched an amused brow as he regarded you. “Have you already forgotten? Use the staff, sweetheart!”

Without another word, he entered the store, leaving you behind to brood over your own frustration of the callous demon.

Just as before, you cleared your mind and imagined the staff in your hand once again. Each time you conjured it, the easier it became. Once the staff had emerged you called upon his shadow to accompany you. The black shadow crawled out of the staff and looked to you expectantly as if waiting for a command.

Shrugging your shoulders, you explained, “Um, Alastor is running an errand. He said he’ll be back in a bit. I guess if you don’t mind, you can just hang around until he’s finished?”

The shadow blinked at you, showing no indication that it heard nor understood you, but after a moment of awkward silence, it morphed into an obscure shape and fell to the asphalt, crawling towards your feet and settling around your own shadow. You assumed that meant he was alert and watching over you without being too obvious.

“Well, well, well. If it ain’t the broad who got away.”

Your breath hitched as you twirled around to see Angel Dust approaching you, appearing unharmed, much to your relief. “Angel! I’m so glad you found me! I was worried!”

“Worried about me? Nah, I ain’t fuckin’ stupid. Once Smiles showed up, I amscrayed. I know better than to get between those mooks when they’re at each other’s throats like that. I figured, eh, what’s one little brawl gonna cause, ya know?”

Worrying your lip, you mumbled, “I’m sorry Valentino hit you. I didn’t think that-”

“Look,” he cut you off, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one before taking a long drag. “Big Vee don’t fuck around. You got your meeting, and now you owe me one. You got it?”

Swallowing hard, you replied, “Yeah. Um. Got it.”

He considered you for a moment before rolling his eyes and huffing dramatically. “Alright, alright. I get it. Yous didn’t know what you were gettin’ into. I might have hoped bringin’ you to Mista Valentino would earn me some good favor, but whatever. You made it out alive.”

You met his mock indifference with a scowl. “Gee, thanks for the overwhelming concern.”

“I’m not your babysitter,” he snapped back, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Nobody forced you to go, toots. You made that choice all on your own.” He flicked the cherry from the cig and crossed one set of his arms before looking you over. “But… you know. I’m not completely devastated over the fact that you’re okay, or whatever.”

Aw. A genuine moment of affection. Whatever Charlie saw in him, clearly she was onto something.

The sound of the shop door opening drew your attention. Your brief exchange of tenderness was short-lived at the sight of Alastor’s glare directed at the spider demon. “Well. If it isn’t you?” The static in his voice crackled dangerously as a low hum emerged around you.

“Uh… Heya, deer daddy,” Angel greeted awkwardly, flinging his cigarette aside and taking an instinctive step back. “Lookin’ good! You seem a little upset-”

Angel Dust was silenced by Alastor’s hand wrapped around his throat, his descent upon him so quick, you had felt the air whisk past you rather than saw Alastor move. The Radio Demon thrust the spider against the wall of the shop, his demeanor absolutely lethal. “Why don’t you explain the reasoning behind your careless venture with our human guest?” His claws punctuated his disdain. “Hmm?”

Angel’s arms flailed wildly, trying to release himself from the unyielding grip of the Overlord. “Alastor, stop!” you shouted, not sure what you could do to help. “You’re hurting him!”

“That’s the point, my dear,” he hissed, squeezing once more for emphasis before releasing his hold. Angel fell harshly to the ground, coughing violently while scrambling back to distance himself.

Keeping your eyes on the fuming Radio Demon, you cautiously moved to stand beside Angel, carefully helping him to his feet. “What’s the matter with you? I already told you, I asked him to take me there! There’s no reason for you to go all psycho on him!”

Angel Dust was trembling, his face even paler than it previously was, but still he managed to croak out, “I don’t want any beef, Al! I was just helpin’ the broad out!”

Alastor regarded him impassively, sneering at the spider’s defense. His entire aura demanded compliance that you had to be mindful of.

Reaching up to place a hand on Angel’s shoulder due to the height difference, you plead with Alastor. “Please, just cut him some slack? It was a mistake. We all make them. He’s my friend.”

The calm and collected demeanor Alastor held shattered as his eyes switched to their creepy dials. “A ‘friend’, is he?” He spat the word out like it tasted bitter on his tongue. “How carelessly you cast that reverence on such a debased individual.”

“Don’t be mean,” you argued as you released Angel, daring to move closer to Alastor. You weren’t impervious to his glare geared at the spider, hardly regarding you at all, but you chose to ignore it. You desperately hoped that he would calm down. This was the cruelest that you had ever seen him, and you didn’t like it at all.

“Uhhh… what’s going on?” Charlie’s voice cut through the tension instantly, as she exited the limousine that had pulled up beside you. Vaggie exited shortly behind her, a scowl on her face while Charlie looked around to assess the situation. “Is everyone okay?”

“Peachy, babe,” Angel Dust mumbled, rubbing his tender throat.

“How did you find us?” you asked, a bit dumbfounded.

Vaggie huffed sarcastically. “You’re the only living human in all of Hell. Word travels fast. As soon as we heard that you were openly walking the streets with the Shitlord, we came to make sure you were okay.”

“We’re fine,” you lied, glancing over to Alastor who had an indifferent expression mixed with his disingenuous grin. “Aren’t we, Alastor?”

The Radio Demon shifted his posture and straightened his monocle before replying in a falsely sweet tone. “Are we?” You plead silently with him to spare Angel Dust from his wrath, but you weren’t sure if he was picking up on it. He seemed… off. He wasn’t this angry before he went into the shop. Maybe his temperament didn’t have anything to do with Angel at all…

“Maybe we should get out of here?” Charlie suggested, her eyes darting around nervously. “I really don’t think it’s safe for you to be out here.”

You nodded your head, taking a step toward the limousine when Alastor suddenly appeared right next to you, his sudden shift unnerving you almost as much as it terrified you. He placed a hand on your shoulder and casually spoke, “I’m afraid we’ve made prior arrangements.”

Vaggie spun her dagger dangerously around her fingers, her heated gaze boring into the Radio Demon while Charlie looked taken aback. “What kind of arrangements?” the princess inquired doubtfully.

“Pardon our haste, but I must insist we cut this bull session short,” he declared, ignoring Charlie’s question. “We will reconvene at another time.”

“Alastor,” Charlie urged, exchanging nervous glances between her girlfriend, you, and Angel Dust. “I really think we should talk before making any rash-”

A piercing shriek had cut through the air, causing everyone to cover their ears and recoil at the intensity of it. It was like nothing you had heard before. It sounded like a banshee mixed with dial-up internet if it were filtered through an old stereo. Daring to look up, you saw that the sound was coming from Alastor who looked like he’d been possessed by a satanic entity. It was almost as bad as when he shifted into his nightmare-self.

Finally, an angry voice cut through the static. “Knock it off!”

The horrifying sound instantly died out, allowing you to lower your hands, though a faint ringing remained as you peered over to the limousine to see Husk stumbling out, looking very cross.

“The fuck is your problem?!” he growled at Alastor, staring daggers at him.

Alastor flashed his teeth in an even bigger smile, curled in such a way that not only signified that he was in a foul mood, but that he was, in fact, royally pissed off. What the fuck happened in that shop?

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