#alastor is moxxies grandfather au

[seas-storyarchive]

crossover request.

Alastor is the adoptive father of Moxxies Mother Eloise and made a soul deal with her when she moved away. Years later he meets Moxxie thinking he’s Crimson.

--

Alastor.. never really thought he'd be a father. He did regret not leaving his mother any grandchildren after he died, but.. courting a woman hadn't even been on his mind at the time - a creole man making it on to radio, including his extracurriculars.. not a moment to spare.

But here, in hell, he had all the time. As well as a new little one to spend it on. A little baby imp he'd plucked up after an extermination, who's parents had been killed. Little lady had plenty of moxie, fussing against him at first when he'd plucked her up. Only to relax into his arms after a moment.

"My, my.. what a strong little lady you are." Alastor said, now at home and giving the baby a bottle. "Quite the spirit." As he watched her drink, he smiled. "I think I'll call you Eloise. Yes, a fine name for a wonderful little lady."

Okay, so maybe - just maybe - impulsively adopting a baby girl was a bad idea. But.. consider.. Alastor actually had an itch to scratch with his feelings of not having children before death.

He made sure Eloise had everything she needed to succeed in life, teaching her to be a proper lady, and even teaching her some of her grandmother's recipes- not pass them, the memories of his mother, along to his child?? Alastor would rather die again, thanks.

Teaching her to dance, how to speak French, that Jazz was superior music and radio was the best medium to express oneself. It was perfect. And she taught him things too. Patience, happiness, love, every little lesson a parent needed.

The day Eloise brought Crimson home? Alastor nearly waged war upon the demon imp. Nearly. He knew what a sleazeball was, how they acted, and tried to discreetly warn his daughter. But.. Eloise was as stubborn as him, curses. And, one day..

"I'm going to marry him, and move to the Wrath ring. Regardless of if you approve or not, daddy." She said to him, the day before she left actually.

Well.. "I expected this.." Alastor produced a radio and a contract. "This radio belonged to your grandmother, princesse." As Eloise took the radio in her arms, he continued. "It should still pick up my broadcasts, should you want to hear me."

"Oh daddy." Eloise looked from the radio to Alastor, a smile and tears in her eyes. She then noticed the contract, "daddy? What's that for?"

"This, princesse, will let me know how you're doing and if you should need me." Alastor said.

Eloise laughed softly. "Oh daddy, I'll be okay." She smile, signing it anyway. "But I'll sign it, just because I love you."

Alastor smiled, dropping to his knees to pull his daughter into a hug. "Oh, my petite princesse." He kissed her forehead. "I'll keep your favorite station going, always playing your favorites. Day and night."

"Merci papa." The red imp gave her father a kiss on the cheek before pulling away.

"Soyez en sécurité maintenant." Alastor said as he stood up. "Don't make me break all the rings to come find you, princesse."

"I promise I won't, daddy." Eloise said, tears running down her face as she smiled. "Smile daddy, I won't have you without one on the day I leave."

Alastor honored her wish, smiling as she turned and left the house, went off the small porch, and to Crimson's waiting car. He stood and watched them drive off, staying put for hours, before he made his way to the attic for his radio show.

--

Moxxie always listened to his mother, and well.. with his mother. To the old radio that belonged to his great-grandmother. To the station that was always playing.

Sometimes there would be a voice on the station, a soft one who introduced songs or told jokes that were obviously dated, dad jokes.

Moxxie, an observant tot, noticed his mother would always laugh at each one. "Maman, why are you laughing? Those jokes aren't even funny."

"Oh Moxxie, bebe, I forgot. You know this voice on the radio?" Eloise was ashamed of herself, pulling Moxxie onto her lap.

Moxxie nodded. "Yeah.."

"Well, that's your grandfather. He works in radio." Eloise said with a smile.

"Why don't we see him?" Moxxie asked, looking up at his mother.

"Well, bebe.. he and your daddy don't get along. And he doesn't live in Wrath."

"Where does he live?"

"He lives, and don't ever tell your daddy I told you, in the Pride ring."

Moxxie's eyes widened. "He's a mortal?" Even toddlers knew only Mortal Sinners existed on Pride.

Eloise nodded. "Hmm. But he's such a sweet an' loving man." Her smile softened. "I hope we can visit him, one of these days. He'll love you."

Moxxie nodded with a smile. He hoped so. His grandfather sounded nice!

--

The day Alastor felt the contract break - was a dark day indeed. He saw the contract break into bits, and so did his heart. He sobbed in front of the fireplace.

"I- I'm going to kill you, Crimson! Mark my words! You'll be a dead imp when I find you!"

--

Moxxie, now a teenager, curled on his mother's chair. He held the radio, tears in his eyes. There was no music. No voice. No static. There was silence.

"Grandpa.. I- I need to hear your voice.. please.." Moxxie sobbed, clutching the radio tighter.

--

Millie looked at the old radio that her husband had on the coffee table. It had been there since she had moved in, since they got married..

This thing never worked. Just sat there. It was so old. To the point the whole thing was hanging on to a former shell of its glory with duct tape and hope. Moxxie's hope. For what? He never explained. He always just told her it was and heirloom - his great-grandmother had it, his grandfather passed it to his mother, and now it was his.

She jumped when Moxxie called in from the kitchen. "Millie! The beignets are ready!" The mysteries of the radio could wait. It's beignet time!

--

It was Blitz's idea. To go to the Pride Ring. Where there were sinners and debauchery and.. well, it wasn't all that different from Imp City.

Oh! Moxxie had an idea!

He heard the Radio Demon was back. Maybe- just maybe.. he could get his mother's radio back to working order! Maybe he knew his grandfather! He carefully packed the radio, and a photo of his mother, into his backpack before they had to leave.

--

"Hey Al? Um.. who's this?" Alastor had been sitting in his chair, whilst everyone was watching a movie, looking at an old scrapbook. And Charlie had seen one of the pictures.

"This is my daughter." He admitted, smiling as he looked at the picture she had sent him of her wedding to that bastard Crimson - his half was ripped off, by Alastor when that photo arrived.

"No fuckin' way!" Angel was now paying attention.

Alastor nodded, turning the pages to the beginning before flippping the book to show them.

"My daughter, Eloise." He gave them a few seconds to look before flipping the page. "I found her after an extermination."

Charlie cooed at a photo of the little black haired imp with her hair in two puffs while she wore a pink spring dress. "She's so cute!"

"She.. she was my whole world.." Alastor said, his voice heavy, as this was too much. "I.. I'm sorry, I.." he closed the book, and pulled it back to his chest, covering his eyes with one hand as he sobbed.

Lucifer appeared on the arm of his chair, giving the man a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. "Antlers.. I- I didn't.. I'm sorry, for your loss."

"Alastor.." Vaggie stood up, concerned.

"She- she was taken.. b- by that fucker!" Alastor spoke through his radio, even that was affected.

"Who? Tell me whos I gotta kill fer hurtin' my buddy's familia!" Angel stood up with a 12 gauge in hand - where the hell did he.. nevermind.

"C-"

There was the slamming open of a door.

"Sir!"

"Shut it, Moxxie! You were the one who wanted to see if the Radio Demon was here!"

"Oh.. adoring fans, I see." Hold the fucking phone! The radio and book were gone, and Alastor was back to normal. Fucking psycho. "Come, chums." He instructed, and everyone else just went along with it, "let us greet these wayward.."

There were three red imps standing there. One had large horns, another had black hair and the final one had white hair.

"Hi! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" Charlie greeted the imps. "I don't know how far imps will get, as it's a first for everyone, but-"

"Whoa! Whoa, lady.. look, we don't want your shitty happy hotel shit." Said the tallest imp.

"Mister Blitz, sir!" The black haired imp scolded. "That's the princess!"

The white haired one spoke up. "Um, what my boss," he gestured to the tallest imp, "and my wife Millie," he took the hand of the black haired imp and kissed it, "mean is.. we're looking for the Radio Demon. See.." He removed his backpack and pulled out the busted radio - only to get attacked by a tendril, dropping the radio and breaking it even further, pinning him to the wall and choking him.

Alastor's eyes were black voids, with radio dials in the center, his teeth flashing as he spoke. "W̸̩̟̋h̷̼͕̆̉ÿ̵̩̣͘ ̶̹͊ḏ̷͛̓o̶̫̽ ̸͓̍̄ͅŷ̶̯̖͠o̸͔͝ṵ̴̮͂ ̶͖̀h̸̗͆a̷̮͓͛v̷̧̌é̴̻̊ ̸̞͝͠m̴̧̰͊̀y̷͔̔̒ ̵̰̲̀̆d̷͔̒͜͝a̸͓̔̂ū̴̱̆g̴̱̈́h̴͚̺̅̅t̶͉͇͗̏e̶̱̽r̴̺̙̃̄'̴͉͋̕s̴̖͌͒ ̴̬̌r̸̗͕̊͝ǎ̵͕̈ͅd̴͈̳̿i̵̯̎̀o̴̫͇̾?"

"It-" Moxxie coughed. "It was my mother's.." he gasped for air, and was ripped from the wall by the tentacle to be face to face with the demon. "M- my dad i- is Crimson.. E- Eloise w- was my mother.." he could barely breath, his vision was failing.

"Drop him!" Blitz pulled out a rifle, sticking his fingers in his mouth and whistling, at the same timd Millie pulled out hers.

"Al!" Charlie tried to calm him down. "Look at him, do you see anything of your daughter in him?"

Alastor was quiet, staring at the demon, before dropping him.

Moxxie coughed, wiping tears from his eyes as he rubbed his eyes. "M- Mom said.. said you worked in radio.. d- didn't think.. you know, sir.."

"Drink." Alastor handed the imp a glass of water, which he drank from.

"What in the world is the matter with you!?" Millie kept her gun trained on Alastor as she walked to her husband, the deer backing away to allow her space.

"You probably just want this," he snapped his fingers, and the radio repaired itself, "fixed and to go about your business-!"

A white shape that was snarling and snapping attacked Alastor. As the hellhound scratched and bit him, Alastor screeched like the seven circles of hell were ripping him apart.

"Loona! Stop!" Moxxie grabbed the gun and shot it into the ceiling. Granted, that made him dizzy from moving so fast, but he had more important things to worry about.

Loona, surprised by the noise, backed up. She kept her eyes on the Radio Demon, snarling as she moved back to her dad.

"Mox! He almost killed- whoa whoa!" Blitz dropped his gun.

"I don't blame my grandfather for that. I look like my dad, and I wish I looked more like my mom.." Moxxie said, lowering the shotgun.

"You have her spirit, kid. You got moxie, in spades, even." Alastor joked, making everyone save for Moxxie groan, sitting up. He offered him a hand. "Allow me to formally introduce myself. Alastor, pleasure to meet-"

Moxxie dropped the gun, turned around and hugged the man, who hugged him back. "You hug like her. I missed her hugs.." he sobbed. "I- I missed hearing your jokes on the radio.. e- even if you weren't in my life, I- I still-" his choked on a sob.

Alastor hugged the little imp close. "Oh, non, non.. grandpa's here. I've got you, mon petite prince."

After watching this for a few minutes - not a soul on either side of the room spoke - Moxxie and Alastor separated.

"Let's start over." Moxxie said with a smile, before clearing his throat and holding out a hand. "My name's Moxxie, pleasure to meet all of you. Truly a pleasure."

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva boss x hazbin hotel #cross over #alastor is moxxies grandfather au #request