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»»------► 𝚁𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚜 (18+)

Pairing: 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Summary: 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕; 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.

Word Count: 𝟹.𝟼𝚔

Warnings: 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚜, 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕, 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝

A/N: 𝚆𝚘𝚠! 𝚂𝚘, 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝟷𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜- 𝚂𝙾 𝙸 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙳𝙴!! 𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖; 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝙷𝚄𝙶𝙴 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎!<𝟹

𝙹𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!

Dealing with the effects of a rut was a notion Alastor was all too familiar with, and one he had surprisingly found rather effortless to maintain throughout his years in hell. A rut for the cursed Radio Demon was but a moment of time on the yearly calendar where the simplicity of agitation affected him more so than usual, and was, in no means, sexual, despite the biologicality of a ruts mere purpose.

Yet the complication of a new addition to the Hazbin Hotel had recklessly disarranged not only how he had felt towards the emotion of love, but the usual easy going months of a rut. The simple inclusion of you had riled up his rut in a way he never could have expected as he found himself reduced to a panting mess, craving your touch as his cock begged to be kissed by any part of your skin.

Not only was the desire of sexual intercourse new territory for Alastor, but it was a desire he had promised himself to not overtake his well controlled sense of self presentation. He couldn’t; he had an image to uphold and allowing any absurd yearning to dictate his actions was not only unbecoming of him, but detrimental to him.

So he did the best thing his mind could conjure; to avoid you and any thoughts of you until his rut finally reached the end of its exploits. Which was not only painstakingly difficult, but had annoyingly set a rather unsettling feeling inside of him as you had embedded yourself in a place within his usually vacant heart; his want to be with you, to engage in meaningless chatter with you, to simply bask in your presence, regardless of his rut, was consuming him more and more as he continued to avoid you.

It was difficult in both regards; his body, heart, gut, and cock all begged to be near you, but his mind demanded he keep his distance, to avoid your presence from worsening the need to fuck himself into you; and oh was that a task in itself, but one he had managed to pull off. He had noticed, of course, being the observant man he was, that it had deeply hurt and affected you as he avoided you for almost a month straight. The face that you would pull whenever he would allow his shadows to warp him away from a room you had entered, or whenever you attempted to call out to him, had his chest constricting in a way he wasn’t used to; a way that hurt his innards.

He had, to alleviate the pain of having to deny you his presence and the pain his rut had brought him, found himself busying his time with ridiculous chores around the hotel; ones he would usually leave for his owned souls to be allocated in. It had helped, for a time, until the remnants of your voice that reverberated through the hotel always ended up tickling his ears in such a lovely tone, forcing him to hide within the confines of his own materialised space every single night; only to pierce his long taloned claws into the barks of trees as he refused to even touch his own cock to relieve the pulsing of his sex that begged to be snugged within the warm and wet walls of your cunt.

Yet he found tonight was different to his usual need to hide from you. Your voice had yet again alerted him of your presence being in the lobby of the hotel, precisely in the bar area, and he had heard his own cursed name fall from the lusciousness of your lips in vexation. The familiarity of your silked voice had his cock throbbing in lust instantly, forcing his yellowed teeth to penetrate into the skin of his lower lip in an attempt to alleviate the sensations that his rut had inflicted upon him. But, for some reason, this time, his body had won over his mind as his hooves began to lead him closer to your voice. The pent up afflictions of everything he had allowed to build up over the course of the month had affected him dearly, and even though he usually refused to give in, this time, he couldn’t help but allow his primal urges to make the decision for him.

Drawing closer to your voice like a man entranced by a siren’s song, his breath began to heave as drool cascaded down his sharpened chin, hoping that no one would witness him in such a state; no one but you. But as he rounded the corner to the lobby of the hotel, his ears twitched in irritation as the familiar voice of Angel Dust shook through his system.

So you weren’t alone.

Rolling his own eyes, jealousy began to course through him. He knew if he hadn’t been avoiding you, you would be stuck to his side, not some adult picture show actor. As envy began to overtake him, the logical side of his mind was able to convince him to hide away in his room again, just like every other night, only to wreak havoc on his own living space to combat the sensations; but before he could turn away, you had spoken something that had made his heart pump in pain.

“I think Alastor hates me.”

He didn’t know why such a small sentence had affected him so; if anyone else had said such a thing he’d simply laugh before ignoring it, but the fact you believed he hated you had pained him in a way that had his body screaming to comfort you, to set your mind at ease despite how the other half of his mind wanted to reject his urges. Tightening his smile ever so slightly in pain, he allowed his body to once again dictate his course of actions; actions that had him warping himself into the shadows that lurked around the dimmed room before hiding inside your own shadow as you continued your conversation.

“He’s been avoiding me like the fucking plague, Angel, I don’t know what I’ve done or said to him that could’ve caused this, and everytime I try to talk to him he just disappears.” The torment in your voice had broken him, and although he knew his avoidance had hurt you throughout the past month, he had not taken into account that it would have manipulated you into believing he hated you. He had only wished to avoid facing his problems of the unfamiliarity of sexual arousal, an arousal that longed for you, as well as refusing to allow himself to lose control of his well put together persona, refusing to allow the possibility of his body pouncing on you before rutting himself deep inside you, despite how much he wished to do as much.

“Maybe he found out ya’ like him an’ wanna fuck his deer daddy dick and got all grossed out ‘bout it.” Angel had commented before laughing; smacking your back in jest, not realising how harshly those words most likely affected you.

Fuck.

Alastor wasn’t expecting the sensations of his rut to flare up so dramatically as the implication of you not only reciprocating his feelings, but the additional implication that you also wanted to fornicate with him was made known to him. His shadowed self began to tremble ever so slightly against the floorboards as the thought of you screaming out in pleasure below him swarmed his mind, dousing it in provocative images of you bared and ready for him.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking too. I can’t imagine anything else that would make him avoid me to this extent.” You had confirmed Alastor’s speculation as you responded to the porn actor, making the blood rush almost instantly to his already throbbing and needy cock. His body was reacting more erratically at this newfound information, and the desire to simply bend you over the bar right at that moment before fucking you in front of everyone around was becoming an urge that was rather difficult to fight off.

Tensing everything within, his overflowing thoughts of simply pumping into you drowned out the conversation between yourself and Angel. His ever consuming imagination of burying himself deep inside you before pumping his knot into your core was all that he could conjure in his mind. The only thought that doused him was seeing your pretty little abused cunt filled with his cock and cum. He hadn’t known how long he had stayed there, attached to your shadow as he allowed primal thoughts of mating with you surround him, but clearly long enough as you began shimmying yourself off the stool next to the bar before clicking your heels against the floor.

Focusing his attention back onto you, he prevented the deep growl that threatened to leave his larynx as his oculi fixated on your form; the same form that wore a ridiculously short dress with stockings and garter belts that squished so tightly into your skin so tight that he could see the fat of your flesh pop out from its indents ever so slightly.

Who did you think you were, allowing anyone to witness the soft plush of your skin?

You were Alastor's; only he should have the privilege of seeing such things.

Not registering the overly possessive thought that usually would have alerted him, Alastor continued to watch your movements from behind as he trailed his shadow along with yours. He hadn’t noticed his surroundings as you entered the library, his gaze solely focused on the slight sway of your hips and how the fat of your thighs undulated with every step you took, not until you stood still at an aisle within the room, looking for a type of book.

It was at that moment he recalled why he had avoided you for the past month; the desire to completely make you his was becoming too much, so much so that he had found his hand reaching out from the shadow below you, attempting to reach for the thick of your thighs, just for a tiny touch. But reason overtook him, causing his movements to halt, his fingers straining in a twitch as he denied himself the sweet touch of your unknowing skin; he couldn’t do this, regardless of how you had reciprocated his emotions, the estrangement of desire and love was unbecoming for him, a weakness he didn't want to exist.

But then you had to bend over as you reached for a book, your short dress riding up your hips as you did, gracing Alastor’s eyes with the flimsy piece of lingerie that covered your puffy cunt. His breath had hitched and his rut began screaming, demanding, forcing him to reach out to you, to finally consummate with you, but your own posterior achieved that for him as you bent your knees, unintentionally brushing your clothed core against his reaching fingers.

Before you could scream from the sudden touch, Alastor had quickly conjured a black appendage from the bookshelf, plunging it into your opening mouth, forcing the scream that threatened to abrupt from your throat to be silenced within your oesophagus. Materialising himself from the shadows he had once hidden himself within, he stood tall behind you, wrapping his taloned fingers against your throat before pushing your front against the bookshelf harshly, knocking some novels onto the floor in the process before he pushed his own front against your back as he humped his hard throbbing cock against the small of your back.

The terror in your eyes had made his cock twitch within his suit pants, but he needed you to know it was him, not some stranger doing this to you; so he tilted your neck back, forcing you to look up and into his eyes as he stood tall behind you. As your eyes connected, the terror in your eyes seemed to disappear instantaneously, replaced with shock and a glimmer of hope; lust.

“Such a filthy little darling aren’t you?” He had whispered in your ears as his cock still rubbed against your lower back. “Making me feel these things; this is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” His tone came out more frustrated than he had intended; but he was indeed frustrated, frustrated that you had made him lose control of himself.

The appendage in your mouth slowly left the confines of your throat as Alastor wished to hear your beautiful voice that called for him everyday, only to smear its tip across your lips as you coughed ever so softly. “Al-“ You began to speak as he rubbed his pelvis against you with more vigour. “Why are you-“ Your sentence contorted into a choked moan as his fingers around your throat were replaced for the same appendage that had just explored your mouth.

“Why am I doing this?” He completed your sentence for you as his talons caressed the sides of your waist, rubbing his thumbs into your clothed skin before hitching them skyward until his palms grasped your breasts. “Such a stupid little thing you are; a stupid, pretty little thing.” He groaned into your ear before allowing his urges to completely overtake him, his lips pressing sloppily against your cheek before his hands pulled the top of your dress down, allowing your bare breasts to become exposed to him.

Growling ever so loudly, his fingertips squeezed and massaged your breasts as though they were his own personal stress reliever, pinching your erect nipples before pulling on your mounds without remorse, forcing your scalp to lean back against his shoulder as you moaned out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. “That’s it.” Alastor groaned against your cheek as he continued his assault. “Keep moaning for your master like the good little whore you are.”

The appendage around your throat tightened ever so slightly as you had begun reciprocating his harsh humping against you, forcing your posterior to grind against his clothed cock.

Groaning at your positive response to his assault, Alastor's claws left your breasts to rip the dress off your body, the shredded remains falling to the floor. “Alastor-“ You had whined so seductively, making his need to rut into you more intense; something he didn’t think was possible.

“Keep saying it, my slutty darling; don’t stop.” He had begged you with demand before he dropped to his knees. “Don’t you dare stop saying my name.” A demand he threatened you with before his palms cupped the fat of your ass, squeezing it and puncturing his talons within it as you completed his request to keep crying out his name.

He knew, realistically, that he would not last long once he entered his overly needy cock inside of your lovely warm walls; especially with the fact of him being a complete virgin, and the pent up rage of his rut. Being the gentleman he was, despite how unruly his current actions were, he would never expect you to get him off without giving you the same satisfaction of a release. So he prolonged his tongue from his mouth before dragging it up the length of your stocking covered legs, covering the skin that peaked between your stockings and garter belt with his red salvia.

All the while he nipped and licked your thighs, you continued to moan his name, your hands gripping against the shelf before you as you prevented yourself from falling over from the sheer lust that was flowing through you. “Please, Alastor, please touch me.” You had begged so nicely, begged him to touch your cunt. He craved to tease you, to make you tell him exactly where you wished to be touched until you cried for him; but his need to fuck his cock into was too intense for any prolonging, so he gave into your request without question as he sunk his tongue between the cheeks of your ass before plunging it inside of your cunt.

With his face pressed against your soft and luscious ass as his tongue dove within your walls, the familiar taste of flesh doused his taste buds, but there was also another taste he had never experienced before; one that was unexplainable, but oh so lovely.

His new favourite treat, he had decided.

Your cries of pleasure made his ears twitch erratically in all directions, making his knot swell within his already hardened cock. His hands never left the plush of your posterior whilst he fucked his tongue inside of your core, massaging the fat as your gummy and warm walls massaged his oral muscle that slicked deep inside of you.

He wanted you to hurry up; to come undone on his tongue, to scream his name from your mouth and collapse on the floor quickly so he could finally relieve some of the pain that his rut had brought upon him. Conjuring another appendage, he guided it to lace around your untouched and throbbing clit. The noises that escaped your mouth as it did only motivated Alastor to press harder, to plunge his face against you further to force his tongue deeper, harder, and faster inside of you.

The moans, the cries, and the whining that left your beautiful lips almost had him releasing in his own pants, especially as your stocking covered thighs began trembling; the muscles in your legs threatening to cease working as your orgasm began approaching. Alastor couldn’t help but let his own groan of pleasure out of his throat as you began pushing your ass against his face, gyrating your hips to ride his tongue as you cried out.

He was surprised no one had heard you yet; but that was the least of his worries.

Groaning yet again, Alastor's eyes rolled back in pleasure as the over fluxation of your orgasm began to soak his tongue and seep onto his lips, your voice screaming his name as you pushed your cunt against his face as you came. Eating up your juices, he pulled away from your core ever so slowly, a string of lubricant connecting between your cunt and his tongue refusing to tear until he conjured multiple appendages from different surfaces to grasp around different parts of your body; squeezing you ever so slightly before forcing your face to be pressed against the floor as your ass was pulled up.

“Such a pretty little cunt for such a dirty little slut.” Alastor groaned as he looked at your exposed puffy sex. His hands making quick work of releasing his cock from the confines of his clothes as he desperately craved to fill you up with his cum. “My dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

You had nodded eagerly despite his appendages holding your skull down. “Yes, Alastor; I’m yours.” You moaned, telling him with your words and showing him with your body language how much you reciprocated his longing for you. Stroking a hand down your spine, Alastor pressed the tip of his cock against your welcoming walls.

“Good girl.” He groaned before pushing his cock inside you with a roughness you clearly weren’t expecting from the fucked out look on your face. He hadn’t expected the feeling of fornication to be so intense; so pleasurable. His cock was already on the verge of combusting as he soaked in the beauty of your cunt, the tightness and warmth it offered his length.

Alastor, right then and there, had decided he wanted this for the rest of his life; to have you, not only around his cock, but by his side.

Your voice screamed in shock as he forced his cock to hit against your cervix, making Alastor crave to push his throbbing knot to enter you; to finally fill you up. Rutting himself inside of you, he retracted his black appendages from your body before threading one hand through your hair whilst the other wrapped around your neck, pulling you backwards to flush your head against his chest.

Looking down at you as he roughly fucked his cock within you, he smiled with tension. “You’re mine now; you belong to me; I don’t care if I don’t own your soul. I will kill anyone who tries to keep you from me, do you understand?” You had screamed a flurry of yeses as Alastor pummelled his cock in and out of you after he had demanded for your submission to him; drool escaping your lips as his grip on your neck became tighter.

“Look at me.” He had demanded, his voice scratchy and glitched as he pulled your hair back further so you could make eye contact with him; and once you had managed to focus on fixating your gaze on his red glowing eyes instead of how deliciously his cock slid in and out of you with such roughness, forcing your body to jolt forward with every thrust, Alastor groaned as he gazed back into your eyes. “Look at me whilst I breed you.”

You did; you looked at him so intensely, even when the pain of him forcing his swelled knot to push into you, pushing the tip of his cock to intrude within the opening of your cervix as he pushed the rest of his length in, you still maintained a passionate eye contact with him. You had screamed through it despite your ability to maintain a gaze with him, and those screams were music to his ears, forcing groaned sighs to echo from his lips as his knot finally locked inside you, his thighs twitched and his balls squeezed as his cock spilled his thick and heavy seed inside you.

Alastor hadn’t known how long he had stayed within your walls as his cock continuously came inside your cunt, but it had been long; all that pent up aggression and sexual tension released in one session, forcing a months worth of cum to be released into your welcoming womb.

Leaning down towards you; his cock still stuck inside your cunt, he placed a kiss against your cheek; a sign of endearment to mark you as his officially.

“Mine.”

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Alastor (watching Y/N from afar): Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss!

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The Belly of a Black Heart - Alastor x Reader

18+. minors do not interact.

thank you @lustylita for the inspiration of this fic. your mind is a beautiful place. everyone check out her art and her concept to this story here. all credits to her, this was not my idea.

part 2

summary : After an unsuspecting death, you end up in hell and at the Hazbin Hotel. You become dead set on redemption. Alastor's feelings towards you are confusing and it pisses him off more than he can handle. In result, unknowingly to him, his feelings manifest through his shadow.

tw : no smut this chapter. angst. alastor being a jerk. mild gore/wound

words : 5.3k

notes : i hope you enjoy this chapter <3

When you wake the next morning, your head is a blur. Sitting up in your bed you take a minute to look around your new living situation. It takes a second to understand that this isn’t the room you usually wake up in but, despite all of that, you feel good.

The reality of being in hell was hard on you yesterday. You’ve had your little breakdown and denial fest.. you won’t let that bother you today. Pushing past things is how you manage. Always one step at a time. Plus, you’re in a place that offers redemption now. What’s done is done and now you can focus on how to get into heaven and maybe sort out a plan there. With God or something, right?

He’s literally God, maybe he could help your situation on earth. You doubt anyone here could help you… or even want to help you.

No headaches, your body doesn’t burn… today feels like you can start fresh. Rolling to get out of bed, your eyes catch a bundle of red in the corner of your eye.

Three red peonies tied together in a bow lay delicately over your unoccupied pillow.

You examine the vibrant flowers and thumb around the stems. You wonder who was thoughtful enough to give a simple yet welcoming gift.

Alastor’s fleeting expression and charming smile snatches your memory from last night. Your face almost burns, remembering how close he was to you, his face grazing against your cheek, breath fanning over you as it does.

Smiling to yourself, you think today would be a good day to get back on track. Charlie is willing to help you, and you might learn more about the gentleman from last night. You can even thank him for the lovely flowers.

The hotel buzzes with life when you walk to the formal dining room. Delicious breakfast foods waft through the air. The warm smell of coffee buzzes through your body.

“C’mon Husky, don’t chya wanna try it? I’ve been slavin’ over this all mornin’ for ya!” A tall, fluffy man leans over the dining room table, sliding a plate of food to a grumpy cat.

“Fuck no! Satan knows what you put in there and I don’t wanna risk dying twice.” Taking a swig from a browned bottle, the cat pushes away the plate.

The tall man’s shoulder slump as he lets out a groan. “Fine, but one day you’re gunna try my cookin’ and you’ll love it. You might even beg for moore.” He teases, taking the plate for himself as Husk rolls his eyes.

“Oh, good morning! How was your first night?” Charlie beams from the head of the table and everyone’s heads swivel to you. Suddenly, you’re on the spot.

“It was great, thank you. I actually had the best sleep I’ve had in a while,” you smile, “I needed it.”

“Everyone welcome our new guest! She arrived late last night.”

It was a small creature with a giant eye who lunged herself toward you first. Her little legs patting the floor and up your body before you could react.

“I’m Nifty, I clean.” A sinister giggle erupts from her lips before the tall man who offered.. Husk is it?.. a plate gently and removes her from you.

“Hey doll, I’m Angel.”

Alastor watches from the hallway as the group introduces themselves to you. Hidden in the shadows, he watches you closely. The way you smile fondly towards people you barely know, how you embrace each one with a greeting. Clearly, you lighten the room. But you’re a mystery, and one he doesn’t want to get involved with.

Does he?

Your sweet doe eyes are burned in a memory. He couldn’t help but get close enough to smell you, and fuck, did your saccerine smell burn through his nostrils as well. He could see your panic, the reality of your new eternal life smacking you in the face… the frustration it caused you last night.

But were you really keen on redemption? He could see the light beam behind your eyes once you stood at the center of your room. You belong here, you’re here for a reason. It’s hell afterall. Every sinner who comes here belongs to this wretched place to burn forever. Surely Charlie’s delusions didn’t persuade you in one night?

Surely you’re not that…simple?

“Will Alastor be joining us for breakfast? He’s the only one I haven’t seen this morning.” Alastor ears perk up at your voice from afar.

“Ehh, smiles doesn’t usually eat with us. Probably up in his room going to town on some animal he caught this mornin’.” Angel grimaces.

Watching your reaction closely, the slight fall of your face doesn’t go unnoticed. But you’re quick to recover with a smile and dig in with everyone else.

“Okay everyone! Gather around! Today we will be learning about each other.” Charlie’s hand gestures to you on the couch as everyone else filters into the common room.

Angel plops himself over the couch’s armchair next to you, stretching his long legs over your thighs. Husk mopes in the room, bottle in hand and leans against the fireplace. Nifty props herself over the table happily swinging her legs and Vaggie stands beside her partner, eyeing everyone down.

Your eyes carefully glance around the room, trying not to bring attention that you’re looking for Alastor. From your comment at breakfast before, you don’t want to keep bringing the man up to avoid conversations you don’t want to have.

But it fails.

“Looking for tall dark and creepy?” Angel shimmies his chest and throws you a wink.

Rolling your eyes you push playfully at Angel’s leg. “No, just making sure everyone is here.” Giving him a side eye you whisper, “nosey.”

Angel laughs and gives you a nudge, “Well looks like you’re in luck toots, looks who’s comin’.”

Perking up, you watch Alastor’s tall form stride in the room and take a seat in an armchair directly across from you. His smile is wide, but it seems strained? Folding one leg over the other, he relaxes back into his seat. His eyes scan the room, probably checking for roll-call, before landing directly over you.

You give a smile but he doesn’t react.

“Okay! Now that everyone is here, we will be telling 2 truths and a lie. Everyone will say two truths about themselves and one lie. The group will have to guess which one is a lie. So fun!” Charlie claps.

“I don’t want to put our new guest on the spot, so let’s start with Husk.”

A low groan emits from the fireplace where Husk stands. He really looks like he doesn’t want to be here, but maybe he’s been here long enough to know that he has to participate.

“Alright, uh, I can down a whole bottle of whiskey with no reaction, I suck at dice games, and I hate water.”

“I’ll give you something to down, Husky~” Angel tosses his head back and blows him a kiss.

“For fuckssake,” Husk rolls his eyes.

“Oh oh! I know, the lie is he hates water! I’ve seen him take bubble baths at night.” Nifty giggles sinisterly.

“Okay good job, Nifty.” Vaggie cringes and turns her attention to you, “Would you like to give it a try next?”

Glancing between her and Alastor’s heavy stare, has he been looking at you this whole time? You shrug. “Sure, I'll give it a shot. Let me think…” You hum.

“I’ve been in hell for a long time, I love to dance and I’m pretty good at it, and I stole drugs when I was alive.” You’re not that great with coming up with things on the spot, but you gave it your best shot. First things that came to your mind and all without being too personal.

Angel drags out a hum, “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt that you can dance. Not sure if I would paint you as someone who would steal. You act like Miss-goodie-two-shoes’s-distant relative over there. I’m gunna go with that one.”

You couldn’t help but contain your smile, you could have sworn that your appearance gave you away that you literally died just yesterday.

“Nope! I died yesterday and found this place last night. Thank god I saw your commercial, I don’t know where I’d be if I didn’t.”

Angel’s mouth drops open and leans forward. “Hold on, you’re like, super fresh? No kiddin’. So… you stole drugs?” He looks you up and down, “can you do it again?”

“Matter of fact, we don’t know much about you. Anything at all really. I’ll take it you’re here because you stole, but there’s gotta be more than that.” Husk examines his bottle.

You shift in your seat uncomfortably. “Yeah, I stole but- I don’t know.” Memories of stealing drugs, scamming people for money flood your mind. That stuff was bad, but did it really land you here in hell? I’m sure it’s a part of the 10 commandments or sins or whatever…

The man. Your knife.

You killed someone right before dying.

“What drugs do you like? I got some good connections. We could totally-”

“No! Nonono, no one is going to do that. Say no to drugs! Remember we are trying to get redeemed?” Charlie’s arms wave frantically as she lets out a nervous laugh.

It was all for protection. You never wanted to hurt anyone like that before, it’s not like you wake up blood thirty for killing. It was self defense.

Guilt bubbles within your gut, and it’s getting hard to breathe. Would they even care if you killed? You’re sure almost everyone in hell has killed, even in the afterlife.

“C’mon, toots, tell us a little about yourself. This is about sharing after-all,” Angel teases. “I wanna know all the shit you did when you were alive! You sound like a good time, Y’know my girl buddy would love you-”

“I think that’s enough for today.” A staticy voice interrupts the conversation. Your head swivels to meet the demon who carries a strained smile. The hair on his ears stick up in a frenzy while his claws grip over the top of his microphone cane.

“But Alastor we barely got star-”

“I think,” Alastors voice grows with static, every word pronounced precisely, “that is enough for today.”

Angel's legs slide off you as he stands to stretch, “Aww what a buzzkill.”

Before you have the chance to leave the room, your face is met with Alastor’s chest.

He lifts his chin, but his eyes bore down at yours. Your eyes shoot wide with the proximity, and something within his chest spurs as wait for him to speak.

“I would like to speak with you privately, my dear.”

Following him up the stairs and into his radio tower, you tread lightly in new territory. Papers over his desk are neatly stacked next to a forgotten cup of coffee. The walls are floor to ceiling windows overlooking Pride, you’ve come to know. Dusk stretches the horizon and little dots of light twinkle in the distance over the city. On the other side of the room, old equipment lined the wall. Hundreds of knobs and switches cover the machines and you wonder how he’s able to work such equipment. Speakers, extra microphones sat upon a bookshelf along with books, magazines and other nic-nacs you’re sure he has collected through the years.

You’re not sure how old the demon is, and you’re not sure how you haven’t thought about it since meeting him, especially when he has taken up most of your mind these past 24 hours.

You guess he’s from the roaring 20’s? 30’s? He’s dressed sophisticatedly with not a hair out of place. His posture paints him a perfect gentleman in a society where it mattered. His transatlantic accent was smooth and you long to hear it more than you should, or do. And guessing by this set up, the ON AIR sign that hangs directly over his desk, you could be right.

But what of this demon? What is his story? You’ll put a pin in it and ask angel later-

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I brought you here so I’ll cut to the chase.” Alastor’s arms are neatly behind his back as he looks over Pride. Without turning to you, he continues.

“I’m looking for more help around the hotel. Husk’s job is primarily tending to the bar, Nifty cleans and Charlie is over her head with trying to recruit sinners. I’d like to say that I have everything handled with paperwork and trying to keep this pace afloat, but I don’t.”

Your brows furrow in confusion. He.. can’t handle it all? He definitely gives the calm, cool collected attitude of one who would never need help.

“So, you need my help? I thought I was just a sinner trying to get redemption?”

Alastor stiffens for a moment before turning to you. “I thought you should know that Charlie and I had a discussion earlier. We think that you fit into the family seamlessly. We both thought you would be great at helping us with our little project.” He tilts his head, scanning you over, “Unless you don’t want to?”

You shake your head. This might not be a bad idea. This could actually help you in more ways than one. This could help you more with gaining redemption and be a part of a bigger picture.

“No, that all sounds great actually. What exactly do you have in mind for me to help you with?”

“More of the mundane things like checking over the hotel to make sure everything is in order, placing orders for food, toilet paper - the essentials.”

“So the mundane things you don’t want to do?” You laugh lightheartedly. “Sure, Alastor, I can do that for you. Do you have a check list for me?”

In one snap, Alastor conjures up a daily ‘to-do” list for you. Your eyes widen at his magic.

“If you can do that, why can’t you make food and toilet paper appear instead of ordering it?”

His smile is smug, “It’s a lot more complicated than that, little doe”

Turning on your heel, you say over your shoulder, “One day, I’d like to properly thank you for the flowers you left me.”

He watches you disappear through the doorway, confusion carved over his face. Flowers?

What an interesting thing to say… An odd woman.

Woman. Your presence had been the first in his studio.

Charlie and the guests know that no one is allowed in this room, for it’s locked 24/7. This room is his pride, his sanctuary and the one thing he’s carried on since dying. Besides killing and torturing innocent people, he supposes.

Clawing at the staff of his cane he shakes the thought of your company being… comforting.

His ear twitches in frustration. This foreign feeling- this odd hunger for catching your eye in a sea of others, to smell you near has become a twisted form of entertainment. He has to ignore the way his lower belly heats and aches when you're near…Is it entertainment? He stares at the door where you just stood.

Is his curiosity growing in the little moments you spend together or is it something he can’t pinpoint? His facade will fail to hold if he continues like this.

A predator assessing his pray like it’s a game. Except, it doesn’t feel like that kind of a hunt.

Stepping out from the bathroom after your nighttime routine, a darkness catches the corner of your eye.

“Hello?” you call out.

The darkness in the corner slithers across the floor and manifests itself in the center of your room.

You curse under your breath, while it’s not the craziest thing you’ve seen, it’s definitely unexpected.

“Um, hello there…” You stay standing in the doorway of your bathroom. Looking the creature over as it stands tall.

The creature, no, shadow, is dark, but you can make out that its body is made up of swirling smoke. It’s face gives a chiseled smile, imitating teeth through the smoke, and resting on top of it’s head were a pair of outgrown antlers that stretch wide.

You tilt your head at the creature, curious on why it hasn’t responded to you.

It tilts his head back, mimicking your movement.

“Cute,” you giggle, “what are you?”

The shadows' eyes glow green in response and gives you a bigger grin.

“Are you here at the hotel too? I just got here yesterday…” you shift on the balls of your feet. “Do you have a name?”

The shadow dissipates into the ground and for a moment, you’re spooked. Backing up into your bathroom, a coldness caresses your neck from behind.

Spinning around fast, you’re met with it again. The creature folds forward to meet your face.

Oh fuck no.

You fumble backwards a little too fast but the creature is quick to catch you by an arm. It steadies you easily.

“You’re.. Good, right? Friend?” The words fall stupidly out of your mouth. You feel like you’re talking to a child in simple words and a sweet voice. God knows that this creature is probably thousands of years old but you’re speaking to it like it lacks some form of intelligence.

The creature smiles and nods, backing away from you before wisping itself around your body in a cloud of smoke.

Warmth surrounds your body, unlike the coldness around your neck from before.

“Friend, okay…good.” You smile and embrace the dance it gives you.

The creature manifests itself over in front of your nightstand and the bundle of shadows steps aside to reveal the red peonies from this morning. Your eyebrows raise and realization hits you.

“That was you? What a lovely gift to give.. To me.” Surprise followed by stupidity hits you in the last bit of that sentence.

How could you be so stupid to think Alastor would give you those flowers? He hasn’t even spent much time around you, let alone want to speak to you. Every time you’re in the vicinity of him, he pretends you don’t exist.

Foolish.

Foolish to think that he would even take a liking to you.

And you mentioned it to him hours ago… God, he’s probably so confused and you look like a fucking idiot.

The shadow slumps at your reaction. Its swirls grow faster over its body, like the wheels in its head are thinking of a way to cheer you up.

Warmth caresses around your hips and playfully drags you to your bed. You let it happen because, for some ungodly reason, you trust this shadow.

It’s gentle hand lingers over your face, brushing over the skin of your cheek. A familiar feeling. Almost like the feeling of last night when Alastor’s-

No.

The creature lifts your chin to look at him as he takes a seat by you on the bed and you mentally brush away the cringe.

You both stare at each other for a moment. You're entranced by its odd behavior. Although, its presence feels familiar, a kind of nostalgia you cannot place. His warmth feels like a gentle hug, a friend in the darkness when you're alone.

The faint smell of whiskey, a bar of soap and lemongrass.

A warm song that dances inside your nostrils.

Your room is quiet, as you let the shadow tickle your face and neck.

Soft music begins to play when your eyes fight sleep. But you give into the lull of the shadows lullaby.

From that first night of meeting the creature, you’re woken up gently by it patting your head and urging you to get dressed. Funny enough, the creature disappears while you get ready, giving you privacy. But ultimately, you wouldn’t mind it at all if it stayed.

One night, after a particularly hard day working under Alastor, you named the being.

Umbra.

Not the most creative, but it was the first thing that popped in your head… and he, you’ve come to find out, was quite happy with the new nickname.

You weren’t sure where he came from, what he is, or what manifested himself to you that night, but you’re thankful for the company.

Umbra was quiet. He never spoke, but damn is he funny. Every night, he meets you in your room practically bouncing off the walls, or more so sliding everywhere in a mist of shadows and patiently listens when you talk about your day.

Every morning you wake up with new little flowers over your unoccupied pillow. Each of them a bundle of red, for some reason. But lovely all the same.

It became a nightly routine to where he’ll lull you to sleep with gentle caresses and soft old-timey music.

And it’s given you the best sleep of your life.

Alastor however, has been more distant than before. When asking for new lists everyday, he’ll stare down at you through lowered eyelids and hand you a list bigger than the last.

He never questioned your flowers comment, but you’re sure he hasn’t forgotten.

Though, through his aloof attitude, he still invades your personal space when talking to you - and he only talks to you when it’s absolutely needed. His stare burns new holes through you everyday before he locks himself up in his radio tower until dinner or Charlie's group exercises.

“Smiles has been such a fucking jerk lately, what did you do to’m?” Angel slumps over the armchair, preoccupied with texting.

“Me? He hardly talks to me! Everyday he’ll just hand me a list to do and disappears.”

“That’s exactly the problem, ever since he’s offered you a job here he’s been acting like there's a stick up his ass more than normal. You must being doin’ shit at your job.” He nudges you and you both laugh.

“Yeah, no idea. I try to talk to him. He’s the one person in this whole place I don’t even know about… but he ignores me.”

“I don’t think he completely ignores you, doll face. Do you notice how you’re the only thing he can look at when you’re around? Hard to get him to help Charlie lately, too.”

You blush and drag your gaze to the floor. “No, I didn’t notice that. What’s his deal anyways?”

Angel went into detail about how Alastor wa/is one of the most powerful overlords in the Pride ring. 7 years ago he disappeared or some shit but 7 months ago he came back and randomly ended up here. Some bullshit about wanting to help Charlie with her ridiculous delusions about saving a sinner. He’s just here for the ‘entertainment’, but he’s been a big help honestly. Especially in his battle during the extermination - before he got wounded.

Wounded? He could get hurt? A powerful overlord who has thousands of contracted souls could get… hurt? But there airs another question…

He doesn’t believe in redemption?

Your thoughts were cut short by a shadow carrying a mischievous grin lurking in the hallway. Umbra swirls in a mist of shadows as his eyes glow green and gestures for you to follow him.

Raising from the couch you head his way.

“Maybe he just needs some good head!” Angel calls out to you.

You follow Umbra as he slithers over the carpet, manifests himself over the walls and guides you upstairs. His cute grin makes you laugh, and you're excited to see what he has in store for you today.

Not noticing that you pass your own room, your eyes only watching Umbra flee with excitement, he leads you to a door at the end of a hallway. He turns to you, looking you once over and dissipates through the door.

Knowing you want him to follow, and without a second thought, your hand turns the knob and you fly inside Alastor’s radio room.

There, hunched over his desk wearing only his long sleeve undershirt and pants, Alastor’s back is turned to you.

“Who the fuck,” Alastor’s head turns over his shoulder, black eyes blown wide as his red pupils snap to you.

“Alastor- shit, I’m,” you back away, accidentally shutting the door behind you.

“Has anyone taught you proper manners? Don’t you know that walking in on someone is-” Every word cuts through you like a knife, the static in his voice grows louder in every syllable. The lights flicker around you as Alastor’s body grows larger in scale, his antlers growing wide.

“I didn’t know!” You yell honestly, you didn't know. Or, you weren’t paying attention.

“The door was locked, how did you get in here?” Red liquid oozes out of his mouth as his empty black eyes stare you down. But you’re not looking at the anger on his face, or the way his body engulfs the room. No, you're looking at how his arm covers a wound on his side. Your eyes scan to the side, where ointments and bandages lay askew over his desk.

“You’re hurt, Alastor.”

The radio demon stops, and for a moment, you catch surprise painted in his features.

“Let me help?” You offer, taking a step forward.

He doesn’t move.

“Get out.”

You step forward, unafraid of his form. He's hurt, and you can see the blood squelching against his hand, dripping to the floor.

You reach out, covering your hand over his bloodied one and your eyes flicker upwards to the beast before you.

A silent plea to let him help. If he’s been doing this on his own since the extermination, he hasn’t been doing a great job at mending it.

He gives a frustrated sigh, and shrinks back down to his normal self. Internally rolling your eyes at how easy that was to do… an all powerful overlord listening to you was a confidence booster to say the least.

You look down to assess the wound. His red undershirt wet and stained with blood on the right side of his torso.

You flash him a look for silent permission, and he nods ever so slightly, his eyes fixated on your face. You begin to unbutton his shirt from the top down. You scan your fingers delicately over his chest and down towards the wound. Alastor lets out a shaky sigh that goes unnoticed by you.

You expose his torso more by opening up his shirt to get a better look. Alastor leans back in his chair and curves his hips upwards ever so faintly. You swallow, fighting the demons in your head to take a closer look at his exposed body.

“Looks… bad.” You manage to say, focusing only on the wound before gentle fingers slide under your chin and angle your face upwards so he can see you fully.

And you swear, that for a moment, something swirls deep within his gaze. Something more than he lets on. A flash of hope? Eagerness?

Now’s not the time.

You clear your throat before grabbing supplies and getting to work.

Alastor was silent as you mended him. His eyes never left your face as you cleaned the wound and bandaged it neatly.

“All better!” You chime, doing your best to ignore the buzz on your chin from his touch, “Next time you try to do this yourself, try to find me? I don’t think it’s healed right for at least a couple weeks. You’re lucky it hasn’t gotten infected.”

“We’re in hell, dear, I’m sure there’s worse things to worry about than an infected wound.”

He didn’t even bother to say thank you.

Is this the sophisticated and well-mannered demon Charlie raved about? The helpful demon that made this hotel?

You let out a breath you didn’t know you’ve been holding and your shoulders shrug downward.

“Is there a reason why you’ve been so avoidant since I arrived? Everyone has been talking about how you’ve been acting differently since I showed up. Why is that? Did I do anything to you?” You avoid his eye contact by putting away the medical supplies inside a metal box.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, dear. I’ve always been the same.” He leans back in his chair.

Something doesn’t add up.

“Everyone talks about how you’re this powerful overlord, yet you lock yourself up in this tower all day and night. They all talk about how you were always around and ever since me you’re nowhere to be found.”

“I’d watch your mouth, little doe.” He snarls, but doesn’t move from his chair.

You stand, and for once you’re just taller than him even when he’s sitting down. Stories you’ve heard, the things the other residents say about him - nothing is adding up. Angel even went out of his way to ask what the fuck you did to him to act like this.

“I can’t help but think that you’re trying to avoid me. Are you scared of me or something? Or do you just like to see me do all of your bitch work so you don’t have to look at me?”

“And why,” Alastor stands, towering over you. You never realized how much taller and broader he is compared to you. His entire frame engulfs your size. “Would I be scared of a pathetic, weak sinner who died so easily doing something so reckless and ended up here?”

A beat, “I’d go far as to say you’re forgettable in this cesspool. Why would I go out of my way to avoid that?” He hums, lowering to your level at the waist. You want to punch that smug smile on his face.

You ball your fists and keep his eye contact. You scrunch up your nose and grind out every word with anger, “That’s hilarious coming from someone who did the same. Not so different, you and I.”

You didn’t care enough to see his expression before turning on your heel and head straight to your room.

Sinking onto your bed, you throw your head between your hands with a groan.

Asshole. Fucking asshole.

It doesn't take long before a presence in front of you lingers, and a warm caress slithers over your cheek.

“Not now, Umrba. I’m not in the mood.”

Umbra’s smokey hand tugs gently at your arm, pulling it forward and causing your head to droop. You allow him to pull you up and into an embrace.

Scents of whiskey, soap and lemongrass once again fill your head. A lovely haze that you’ve come to cherish. A friend.

A comfort.

A beautiful melody fills the air, and swallows you whole. Umbra’s body shakes with a staticy old tune.

“I’ll never smile again, until I smile at you” The voices sing a beautiful sorrowful melody, filling the air. Umbra’s arms skate over you and places his hands in yours.

The stance of a dance.

Umbra guides your one arm over his back, there he rests the other around your waist. A close embrace that you happily welcome.

“For tears would fill my eyes, my heart would realize…”

Guiding your hips in a gentle sway, you rest your cheek on his torso. The both of you sway to the melody slowly in your dimly lit room.

And, like always, the shadow doesn’t say a word. And maybe you like it that way. With all the chaos pounding loudly in your head, Umbra can always grant you the safe space you need. No judgment, no games.

No words.

Umbra pulls you around in a dizzying spin on your toes, earning a giggle from you. The music crescendos softly.

“I’ll never love again, I’m so in love with you…”

Guiding you around your room, you follow his lead. Wisps of smoke trail after him and curl at the bottom of your feet. Warmth is all you can feel.

You’re picked up swiftly and spun like a child before being placed softly in your bed. Umbra continues to play the melody until you are cast away in blissful sleep.

“Within my heart, I know I will never start to smile again, until I smile at you.”

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The Belly of a Black Heart - Alastor x Reader

18+. minors do not interact.

thank you @lustylita for the inspiration of this fic. your mind is a beautiful place. everyone check out her art and her concept to this story here. all credits to her, this was not my idea.

If this world is wearing thin And you're thinking of escape I'll go anywhere with you Just wrap me up in chains But if you try to go alone Don't think I'll understand

part 1

tw : violence, slight gore. No smut

words : 3.4k

notes : this chapter is world building. this story will absolutely have smut and a little angst. no dark content this story. but minors dni.

Your feet are fast beneath you. The rain pelts your face and uncomfortably slithers down into the fabric of your clothes.

But you keep running. In any other circumstance, you would say, at this moment, that you’re running because your life depends on it.

But your life, quite literally, depends on it.

Streetlights are a blur as you run down the empty street, pumping your arms higher and faster. Grinding your teeth and ignoring the way your lungs threaten to give out on you, you fight the urge to look back.

Your body screams to stop. But the only thing you need to feel, the only thing that matters, is feeling that plastic bag within your palm.

A faint groan falls past your lips as you try to keep up with your pace. Just a little farther, just a little faster and you’ll make it safe. Back to-

The roaring of an engine cuts through the downpour of rain. A bright light swerves over your form from behind you and grows bigger.

Don’t look back, don’t look back. Keep going. For her. For her. For her.

The car revs up to you all too fast. A pained noise comes up through your throat as tears welt at your eyes, but you don’t stop.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” A man screams at you through the open car window.

Darting your eyes to the right graces you an opening. An alley. And before thinking twice, you throw your body down the path.

You sprint down the cobblestone, careful not to catch your shoe on the uneven rock. It’s dark, and without the streetlights, you do the best you can to adjust. You’re caught between two tall buildings, the rain a little gentler now. Dodging between trash and dumpsters, you keep going.

This won’t be how you die.

But another building greets you at the end of this path. Catching your breath, you bring your hands to the stone and feel. Hoping, praying that there’s-

A ladder.

Shoving the plastic bag into your pocket, you grip the cold steel of the ladder and begin to climb.

All before rough hands forcefully grip your shoulders and throw you to the ground.

You wail as your skull cracks over a skewed rock.

“Thought you could outrun us, little bitch?”

“Y’can’t just take what y’want without payin’, you fucking whore!”

Three hooded men surround your body. Your eyes slide down to see a sharp object glistening in the faint light.

Fight, flight, or freeze.

You’ve heard the term, but you’ve never been in a moment where you needed to think of what to do so quickly. You know damn well you’d be fucked if you didn’t try. If you fled, they’d find you. Hunt you down. They’d probably make your death last longer. You knew what you were dealing with, you’ve gotten what you needed plenty of times from them. Always a clean transaction.

But stealing? This time? You knew what they were about. If you froze you’d stand no chance. Even if you knew them, they wouldn’t grant you mercy.

Stabilizing yourself onto your palm, your other hand sheaths a knife you keep hidden in your sock.

“Whoa! Deciding to be a big girl today?”

“Get the fuck back!” You don’t recognize your gavelled voice.

Swiping your knife at one man's belly catches him by surprise. And to your surprise, you got him good. Yelling out in pain, the man slumps forward and grips his stomach. Thankfully, this one wore a thin shirt under an open jacket.

“Jesus, fuck! Oh, y’done it now ya cunt.”

Thrashing in their hold, kicking anywhere you could, biting, screaming, scratching - it’s done no good.

One man is quick to put you in a headlock while the other lands blow after blow over your face.

The world is fading. Your vision blurs with blood. Your mouth slacks open and becomes numb from the pain, like your body is giving you one last grace before you die. Through puffy eyelids, you lift your head the best you can before catching the eyes of the man before you.

He steps close to your face, taking in your bloodied mess, and smiles menacingly before the blade of a cold knife slides over your throat.

–

Nausea hits you quickly when you wake. Are you awake? Is this a dream?

You hiss through gritted teeth as you roll your head to the side over… stone? You’re laying down… outside?

The sounds of screams finally filter through your ears all at once, like a radio was just turned up too loud and it rattles your bones.

The…fuck?

You rack your memory, shifting through everything you can remember from just before. It’s hazy, but you’re sure you blacked out. You throw your face into your hands, despite how your body protests any movement you give. And then like a freight train, it all hits you at once.

Sprinting down an empty street through the rain, the baggie you desperately held… Three mens’ faces. The feeling of slicing through one’s stomach like it was butter, watching the blood splatter over the cobblestone with a sickening splash as his intestines threaten to spill.

The look on the man's face as something cold touches your throat. The warmth that spilled down your body after that.

You died.

You’re fucking joking.

Denial, panic, dread, anxiety - it all crashes into you at once. Your home, your bills, your job were the first things that came to mind. What about your family? What would they think? Your lifeless body flashes through your mind.

What about my body? Will they hide me? Leave me there to rot? You’ve known in the past that they‘ve displayed bodies to others as a warning… but what will they do with yours?

Oh god, what would your family think of how your body looked when you died? They’ll know you suffered.

The pills.

Fuck the pills. Would they think you’re a druggie? Would they know-

Her.

Your body shakes as you blanch. You dry heave over the stone but nothing comes.

What about her? How will she be able to-

“Well well well! Lookie what the mortal realm dragged here! Fresh meat.” A gravel voice comes from, you look up to see, a dumpster.

“Oy, she’s fresh. Reeks of human.” The other agrees.

Adjusting your eyes, you assess the place you’re in. You guess you haven’t even considered where you are… were you alive? The mortal realm? ….Human?

Your body aches as you rise to your feet, swaying as you stand fully.

You shake your head, “what?” It comes out as a whisper. Not knowing if you’re speaking to yourself, into existence, or asking the men at the dumpster chain smoking cigarettes.

“Oy, poor thing don’t know where she’s at!”

“Give her a second - Hey! Hey miss! What ya in for?”

You take a moment to look… You’re standing in an alley.

Funny.

This alleyway is much shorter than the one you were just in. There's a group of men in suits smoking next to a dumpster, all dressed in slacked smiles and top hats. All very excited to hear what you have to say.

No. Not men.

Are you dreaming? You’ve gotta be. These men don’t look normal. Their bodies resemble sharks. Sharp teeth line their smile, bulbous noses… even tails.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly. You don’t even feel like you’re in your own body.

One shark-man-thing elbows another after a comment you don’t hear, “Oy, don’t fuck around, not her fault she don’t know, right there, doll face?”

“Welcome to hell!” Another shark cackles out.

Your vision tunnels. You really are dead.

“So, sweetheart, ya gunna tell us what yer in for?”

Panic sets in and you're gone. Sprinting down the alley and into the vermillion streets of… hell.

Never knowing that you’d sprint like your life depended on it again, you bob and weave between small red creatures with horns, tall gangly dark voids, monsters with falling flesh that expose their bones, prickly beings with multiple arms…

A dream. Wake up.

You ran for miles. Hours, you’re sure of it. Satan himself must be laughing because you swear you didn't leave this one area even though you’ve been trying to escape for hours. You’ve passed the same towns, the same buildings, shops and landmarks multiple times now.

Your body refused to run any longer. Your legs feel like jelly and quiver with every step. You suppose it’s getting dark. You would never guess that ‘hell’ had a nighttime. Wasn’t it all flames and eternal suffering? These creatures here surely look like their suffering, but it wasn’t quite the image you’ve always pictured.

There were gift shops, libraries, tall business buildings, grocery stores, games, bars - a sinners paradise. Everything you could think of was right here.

The smells of burning flesh and acid still pierced your senses and in some areas you’d find mutilated bodies, vomit and unknown fluids littering the streets… but in other areas, they were clean, the people friendly.

This has got to be the workings of some fabricated bat-shit wild drugs your doctor gave you at the hospital. You’ll wake soon.

Dragging your feet along, the glow of multiple tv’s through a window catches your attention.

Your eyes are heavy. Everything about you is heavy. So you stare into the oblivion for god knows how long of commercials, wild news stories and-

“Are you a way-ward sinner looking for redemption? Are you fresh from the cut and confused why you’re here?” A staticy transatlantic voice booms through the screens. A wave of interest gives you a second wind.

“Well come on down to the Hazbin Hotel!” The commercial shows a happy group standing in front of a hotel. The camera pans to one individual in particular, holding out her hands to the camera with a comforting smile.

“I believe that you can change and find your way into heaven! Allow me and our staff to help you with your path to redemption!” The camera cuts to pictures of the inside. Beautiful wallpaper lined the walls, fresh new carpet, golden accents throughout, new bathrooms and a beautiful wooden bar… fresh new rooms with offensively comfortable beds.

“After the most recent extermination, our hotel was destroyed. But! With a little help, we have re-built it bottom up. We have new additions as well! Come read in our extensive library, relax in our spa, come have a drink at our new and bigger bar. Come lay in bedrooms twice the size as the last one! And it’s all waiting for you here at the Hazbin Hotel!”

The Hazbin Hotel… it sounds like just what you needed. A bed, some food, a drink and most importantly - a bed to sleep this dream off.

Taking a once over the directions to the hotel listed on the screen, you begin your walk up to the highest point in hell.

A damn is that a walk. With all the running you did all day, you’re lucky you were able to walk across town and up the hill to where a luxurious and brightly lit hotel stands tall.

Taking in the beauty of it all and the grand entrance doors, you knock gently.

It didn’t take long for the door to burst open and you're met with that same friendly face you saw in the commercial.

“Hello there! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where we can make your redemption become a reality! I am so happy you’re here!” The frantic woman takes your hand in hers, shaking it firmly.

“Charlie, Charlie, I know you’re excited but-” A shorter woman appears behind her with long white hair and purple skin. Her eye meets yours as she offers a small smile.

“I’m Vaggie, this is Charlie. Are you here to check-into the hotel?”

Bouncing up and down, the tall blond balls her fists together in excitement.

“I’m Charlie Morningstar! The owner of this hotel! And you are?”

You smile, giving her your name before she squeals in excitement.

“If you’d have me, I’d like to check in.” You say.

“Ohmygoodness this is great! Come on, we will give you a tour!” With a sigh from Vaggie, Charlie gently takes your hand and leads you inside.

Surprisingly, a clean scent hits you as you walk through the threshold. It’s warm and inviting, unlike most of the places you ventured to today. Golden lanterns light up the lobby beautifully, the marble of the floor shines brightly beneath the ambiance.

“This is our lobby, where we check-in guests like you!”

A beautiful golden double ended staircase lined with red carpet stands tall at the end of the lobby. Elevators line the hallways behind it, to the right is a common area with luxurious furniture, fully equipped with that same mahogany bar you saw on the commercial.

“It’s… beautiful.” You sigh and under your breath you continue, “Too bad it’s just a dream.”

You notice that the shoulders on both women beside you fall. Charlie chuckles nervously, “What do you mean it’s a dream?”

You shrug. “I mean, isn’t this all a dream? I pass out and I wake up… here,” you gesture to the beautiful lobby. “I’m sure I’ll wake up soon, but I never imagined that I could conjure up a place like this.”

Charlie fiddles with her fingers and opens her mouth to respond, but it’s Vaggie who steps forward.

“Did you say that you ‘passed out and woke up here?’” You nod, head still spinning around to take it all in. The ceilings are high and painted with beautiful artwork, expressing all colors that you haven’t really seen much outside in this dream.

Vaggie is hesitant before she continues.

“I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but this isn’t a dream. You’ve died and ended up in hell.” Her hand on your shoulder is gentle.

You cock your head to face her. You want to laugh. You want to smile it off. Of course they would say that, doesn’t everyone in dreams tell you that? But the expression she carries is genuine and there’s this tension in the air.

And you feel that spiral all over again. Your heart rate quickens and it’s difficult to swallow, your mouth is so dry… you shake your head.

“Ah! What do we have here, Charlotte?”

That familiar transatlantic accent courses through the room as smooth as you’ve heard once before.

“She’s just arrived!” Charlie clears her throat, blanketing the tension with her upbeat sing-song voice.

“I thought I could smell something… fresh. What do they call you, sweetheart?” He hums.

Peering up, you’re met with a tall man dressed in a red suit. His hands rest over a cane as his gaze peers down at you. A wicked smile paints his face as his ears stand proudly atop his head.

You give him your name, offering him a small smile and in response, the man cocks his head to the side, ears tilting inwards as he does.

“A lovely name. I’m Alastor, it is quite a pleasure to meet you.” Your eyes scan his face and that beautiful smile. His eyes are a deep red and his features sharp. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

His vermillion stare is heavy as he offers a hand. You take it hesitantly and to your surprise, he is far more gentle than Charlie’s initial greeting. His thumb swipes over your knuckles as his eyes drink your entire being in.

“Charlie, I think I’ll take care of the rest.”

Vaggie cuts in, “I don’t think so. Not a good idea to be alon-”

Alastor’s head cracks in the direction of her. The slightest flicker of lights is barely noticeable in the lobby.

“It’s okay, Vaggie. It’s late anyways! We will spend all day with her tomorrow. Oh! I have so many ideas on exercises and breakfast and lunch and-”

“Yes, we do.” Vaggie’s hand rests over the blonde’s then her attention turns to you. “Just… be careful. Alastor will show you to your room when you’re done. We will see you in the morning.”

The girls bid you goodnight and the lobby feels strangely empty without them here.

You’re left with Alastor, who you don’t know his role here yet, who’s stare is unwavering ever since he’s met you.

“Right this way, dear.” The metal of his cane gently guides you through the halls as he continues the tour Charlie set off.

The man is eerily quiet through the tour. With his arms folded behind his back, he would take you to each floor and show you all the things this place has to offer.

The stare he gives burns on your skin, but you do your best to ignore. You’re not in any state to question right now. Especially as to why he walks so close, why he brushes up against you when opening doors for you and why he’s failed to focus on anything other than your frazzled state.

The hotel is beautiful. Full of everything anyone could ever want. A library, a spa, a gym, a bar, formal dining room, common rooms, fully equipped kitchen. This place has it all, and you’re welcome here? Everything this hotel has, is for you to gain redemption and go to heaven?

The thought of heaven crosses your mind. You mull it over. Heaven would be nice to spend eternity but… Why? Why weren’t you chosen to go to heaven and ended up here?

But this sense of dread fills you deep in your core. You’ve died. Did they already find your body? How much time has passed on earth?

“Is it not up to your standards, little doe?” Alastor’s voice chimes in, lifting an eyebrow.

Pushing away the thought, you shake your head. “No, no, that’s not it at all. This place is beautiful. I’m just,” you sigh, shoulders slumping inward.

“It’ll take time.” You don’t notice the way his hand twitches.

“I don’t even know why I am here.” Your footsteps are muffled by the lush carpet as you pass the hotel rooms.

“Some don’t understand why they’re here when they first arrive. I’m sure a bath and some rest will help.” Stopping in front of a mahogany door, Alastor steps close to you. The tips of his shoes almost touch yours. The wisps of his hair curl under his chin as he looks down to you. His curious expression was only a flash, as it was replaced with a casual grin, but it didn’t go unnoticed. Your line of sight rests at the base of his chest, his scent of whiskey and soap fill your senses.

A hand grazes over your waist, his face brushes over your cheek as he leans forward to open the door. His warmth radiates into you, but only for a fleeting moment-

“And here we are, my dear. Your very own living quarters!” Spinning you around quickly, your eyes fall on the large room that you can now call yours.

A king bed plush with pillows and a soft comforter. A desk, a closet, a couch and lounge chair set that sit perfectly in front of a golden fireplace. In the back - a large bathroom with a claw foot tub and stand up shower.

You gasp at it all.

“Mine?” You turn to Alastor standing tall at the doorway. The light from behind him outcasts his features that are facing you. His presence is strong and you’ve noticed that the moment you met. His stance always unwavering, his movements calculated. Something pulls beneath your chest, a nagging feeling that there’s more beneath the aloof surface.

“All yours, little doe.”

He watches you silently before he continues.

“My radio studio is the door directly to your left and my room is just across the hall. If you need anything, I am close.”

“Thank you, Alastor.” You smile at him. A genuine smile. And it feels like the first one in a while. Things don’t feel so grim after all. You could really make this work. Your chest flutters with hope.

Hell, you’ll even give redemption a shot.

Alastor hesitates. Keeping his gaze over yours as you stand in the middle of your room. You can’t see any of his features, but his eyes burn through yours. The deep red forces its way through the darkness, and you can’t quite pinpoint the emotion that lays there.

“Until tomorrow, goodnight.” And before you could wish the same, he is gone and your door is already closed.

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With a hot shower to scrub away the day, you crawl into bed. Sleep manifests faster than you think. Guess you didn’t realize how tired you were. And before you know it, you're comfortably slumped and drifting into peaceful sleep.

You didn’t even realize the shadow that slithers under your door.

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confessioncassette · 1 month

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Bro litas mind is so creative and sweet I am

….brainstorming….

Alastor x reader idea!!

Disclaimer: if anyone wants to write it you have my consent AS LONG as you credit/ tag me!

Alastor pretends that he can't stand you (he adores you, and it baffles/ confuses him), and because of that, he usually will keep away from you. Only talking to you if he has to or if it's about the hotel. You're not bothered by it. Sure, you like him a lot, but are happy to admire him from afar anyway. You go about your day until his shaddow starts following you, chirping happily when you smile at it, and after a day of it helping you out with hotel tasks and playing around with you, it materialises and starts clinging to you affectionately once it senses that Alastor is trying to call it back to him, only just noticing that it wasn't with him. The affection throws you for a loop so bad that you shout to its owner for help because now it's piggie-backing you with its legs around your waist crossed at the ancles, all while nuzzling into the junction between your neck and sholder, it also starts to nibble on you when you hear the static of its owner getting louder. You've never seen Alastor so flusted till the moment he walks in and sees what his shadow is doing.

Idk, I think it would be cute, I support the idea that Alastor's shaddow mirrors his honest feelings, and if he doesn't have his shaddow on a tight leash... it acts upon his desirs.

#wip #woooooo this will be fun!!

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𝐀 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭 - 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦, 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐧.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟏.𝟖𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

"Dear listeners, we have a special guest this evening. It's quite rare now-a-days that I invite others on my show, but you're in for a special treat! Please give it up for this lovely lady..."

Turning his attention towards you, Alastor gestures that you have the floor.

Shifting uncomfortably in your seat, you nod to the radio demon.

"You'd be perfect for this!" Charlie's voice rings through your memory. "No better way to rep the hotel than with our best resident! You really mean it, Alastor? She can guest star on your broadcast?"

"I couldn't think of anyone more fitting, Charlie dear. What do you say? Would you give me the honor of interviewing you tonight?"

You're sure that the look on your face alerts Charlie to come by your side. "It'll be short, right Alastor? Just talk about your experience and what we do here. I know you can do it!"

Crimson eyes slither to yours. The radio demon's hands curl around the microphone head of his cane, nails clicking against the metal as he does.

"I can guarantee that it'll be short and sweet. Nothing more."

Clearing your throat and leaning into the microphone resting on the table in front of you, you introduce yourself to his listeners.

"I've been here at the Hazbin Hotel for 6 months now..." Your eyes flicker nervously to Alastor, but all he gives in return is a soft smile. "And I've really enjoyed my time here. Everyday we have a group session where we practice good conduct, trust exercises and bond with the other residents here at the hotel. I've made lifelong friendships here."

"This little darling came here a wayward sinner not too long ago, but she has made remarkable progress! Dear, can you tell the listeners what you have learned so far?"

"I've learned that... even stranded souls can have genuine hearts. I don't think even when I was mortal that I found good people who cared. We all care about each other here and watch each other's backs."

"Ahh," the radio demon coos, his crimson eyes fixated softly on you, "truly a heartwarming statement. Almost makes one sentimental, doesn't it my dear listeners? Any last words, darling?"

You shift, warmth fills your chest as the faces of your friends flash before your eyes. Their smiles are genuine, their laughs are comforting... the memory of Angel's boisterous laugh and hand resting upon your shoulder after you blew out the candles of your 'happy 1 month' cake floods your memory. Charlies songs gently caress your brain, Nifty's antics never failing to make you laugh, Husk's comforting and approving smile after you make strides in a group exercise, the smell of Sir Pentious's homemade cookies ghost your nostrils, Vaggie's unwavering loyalty to you all...

It's all a warm hug. Who knew that months ago when you were rock bottom you'd eventually find this new place to call home.

"This Hotel has been a true blessing. People laugh at the idea of redemption, but we are proof that souls can change. Charlie truly cares for her people, and you might think it's funny, but I whole-heartedly believe in her cause. Just look at how she protected Pride during the most recent extermination. We were on the front lines protecting YOU. I think that says a lot about what we do here..." You trail off.

Your eyes meet Alastors unwavering gaze.

"Well, you heard it here first, folks. If you want to give redemption a shot, come on down to the Hazbin Hotel! After the recent extermination, our beloved hotel was destroyed. But I am happy to announce that we have re-built the hotel from the foundation up - thanks to our residents and the Princess of Hell! New bedrooms, bathrooms, bar, dining room, furniture- you'd have it all here!"

A staticy recording of applause fills the radio room, followed up by jaunty jazz music as Alastor begins again in a smooth low voice, "Thank you for joining me tonight. I am your humble host, Alastor, signing off for the night...."

With a flick of a switch, the show was off the air.

"Not so bad for your first interview, my dear. How do you feel after being in the spotlight?" Alastor's shoulders relax as he leans back in his chair.

"I was pretty nervous at first, I won't lie."

"Naw, deary, everyone gets a bit of stage fright the first time."

Your brows furrow in confusion, "did you?"

"HA! No. I'd like to think that I was born to be on the air. As a mortal, it was a dream that I was living in. I got lucky," he shrugs, "but whenever I had guests, they always shared that same look. Fidgety, uncomfortable... they got used to it if I invited them back often enough." Alastor rests his chin over his knuckles as his eyes pass you over thoughtfully.

"Things take time, darling. You did exceptionally well."

"Thanks, Al." You give a soft smile.

Alastor was quiet for a few moments before slicing the stillness with his upbeat voice.

"I do have something else for you tonight."

You perk up, sitting straight in your chair. Curiosity swirls in your stomach- or is it anxiety?

"Oh?" You cock your head to the side as you watch Alastor stand. Grabbing his microphone cane and sticking it to the floor with a metal thud.

The expression that paints his face is unreadable.

"If I recall correctly, you have a fond fascination with space, am I correct?"

You still, eyeing the radio demon up and down. His red eyes glow, glazed over with mischief.

"You remembered that? I was drunk... talking to Angel about what life was like as a mortal." You rack your memory. It's hazy, but you remember.

"Darling, I'm pretty good at listening. I deemed this piece of information worth keeping."

You tap your finger on the table, waiting for him to continue.

"I want to show you the stars tonight, if you'll let me. There's a rare celestial phenomenon happening tonight."

"The stars? But, how? Hell has no way of viewing the stars."

Alastor stalks towards you, cane behind his back. Looking down at you he extends a hand.

An invitation.

And you take it. His fingers curl around your palm gently, a thumb swipes over the back of your hand. Pulling you out of your seat, his body still towers over yours.

"I pulled a few strings, my darling." Letting go of your hand, his warmth faded as quickly as it came. Your first instinct is to pull him back in, but before you finish the thought, he pulls the most beautiful crystal out of his coat pocket and presents it to you.

Dazzling pink and purples swirl under the surface of the rock and beautifully gleams under the lights in his radio tower.

Your mouth slacks open, in awe of the sparkles that hypnotize you.

"It's beautiful." You whisper.

"Not only is it beautiful, but it's a useful tool. Come," and you follow his strides to the center of his radio tower.

Holding out his hand with the crystal in the center of his palm, the rock begins to glow. Streams of purples and pinks swirl from the bottom of your feet, up your body and close over the both of you. Scents of fresh spring flowers and crisp morning air flood your nostrils as your hair wisps in the crystal's wake of wind. The last thing you see before a fog of pink, was Alastors glowing red eyes staring back at you.

In an instant, the wall of pink dissipates and you're left standing in... you look around.... A forest?

You stand on top of a mountain peak overlooking mountains littered with pine trees.

Crisp air pricks at your skin as you hear the gentle whirl of wind dancing through the leaves of the trees around you. A sound that you never thought you'd hear again is music to your ears - birds singing their songs for all the world to hear.

It's lighter here, wherever this is. The air is clear. The landscape is serene.

"It's... light out. What time is it?" You spin around to face the radio demon whose hands are folded behind his back.

The relaxed smile he holds widens to a sincere and toothy grin.

"Just past 3 o'clock in the mortal realm, my dear."

With how beautiful the landscape is, you couldn't help but notice that the sky isn't freckled with stars.

"This is where we will see the stars?" You ask, whirling your head to take in the mountains once more.

"That will come later. But for now..." The heels of Alastor's shoes click louder as he strides up behind you.

His gloved hand takes yours, his gaze flashes with excitement before turning his attention to the north. You lift your chin to where he looks.

The sun rests high in the sky, shining brightly. Strangely, staring at the sun after you’ve died and went to hell doesn’t hurt like you remember it did when you were mortal. You’re able to take it all in without squinting.

“Any moment now, darling.” Alastor coos, his thumb swiping over your knuckles.

And just like he said, the sky dims and there’s a sudden drop in temperature. To the right of the sun, the moon slowly engulfed its warmth. Your hands tighten around Alastors.

The moon is full, and now completely black as it finds its place in front of the sun. A beautiful ring glows behind the moon, in such a way that it’s enchanting.

An eerie but marvelous sight.

You’ve never seen something like this.

“What is this?” You ask breathlessly.

“A solar eclipse, darling. They’re very rare, but very powerful.” He turns to you with a soft smile. “You know, some mortals believe this phenomenon brings bad luck. But others, like myself, see it more of… good luck.”

“What do you mean?” You examine his face.

“The sun rules the day, and the sleepy moon rules the night. Seeking companionship, the moon is drawn to his bride and they come together to create an eclipse. Lovers, others believe. Lovers that get lost in the moment and create stars to light their return to normalcy.” The hold on your hand drops, “I think it's fitting.”

“I never knew. This is.. I don’t even know what to say, Alastor. Thank you for showing me this.” At a loss of words, you take in the eclipse one last time before the moon slowly glides away. As it does, the sun shines once more, brightening up the sky and warming the landscape.

“We’re not done yet, darling. I have more planned!” Alastors grin widens as he twirls his cane and lands it with a sharp metal click on the mountain.

“We get to stay?” Excitement wells in your chest. You’d love nothing more than to spend more time alone with the demon. You do wonder though, why he even brought you here in the first place.

“We get to stay as long as you wish, my dear. Tonight was planned for you.”

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