#hes very smug at Vaggies panic though

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Vaggie: Alastor can you watch the eggs their being....eggs and I have to- just take them off my hands

Alastor: ooo i certainly will....

Vaggie:.....in a peaceful manner. Alastor.

Alastor: mmm well that's less fun, also why should I watch them?

Vaggie: well you're going to some meeting and I have to help charlie-

Alastor: didn't she excuse you from your duties for today?

Vaggie:...why would she- why would I ask for that??

Alastor: why, you have to come to this meeting to my dear!

Vaggie: no I dont?? It's an overlord meeting I'm not an overlord-

Alastor: but you are!

Vaggie: if anything charlie should probably be going with you rather then me- what what??

Alastor: I'll explain on the way! *just fucking leaves*

Vaggie: wha- alastor! Alastor I swear to the lord you better explain!

Alastor: hmmm, well you're an overlord my dear I don't think there's anything else TO explain

Vaggie: right...but I'm NOT an overlord??

Alastor: I beg to differ, I knew there was something off about you but couldn't place it until Charlie said something

Vaggie: Charlie- what does- okay you know what? You're insane. I'm going to go talk to Charlie myself!

Alastor grabs her shirt collar like a kitten: ah-ah-ah you have a meeting to attend my dear! It's be bad manners if you skipped it, whoch I suppose you've been skipping them for the past 5 or so years?

Vaggie: No, I haven't! and let go of my you asshole!

Alastor: hmmm no I don't think I will~ come on now! We're already half way there!

Vaggie: ugh, at least tell me how you and xharlie think I'm an overlord- which I'm NOT by the way!

Alastor: well...do you remember that sinner you saved? The one you had a slat with and ended uo teaching self defense?

Vaggie: how do you-....ah, charlie- what does that have to do with anything??

Alastor radio noise of displeasure: well, APPARENTLY they told more demons, you DO remember the large influx of demons who came to you right?

Vaggie: I.....I um....yeah....

Alastor: well they said they owed you 'favors' correct?

Vaggie:....fuck.

Alastor: they gave you their souls until said favor is called upon! You not using it has apparently given you the reputation of a very lenient overlord, a defensive and protective one at that! So more people cane to you, you trianed them in defense and most gave you their souls so you could call upon them for a favor at a time of your choosing!

Vaggie: going through the 5 stages of grief trying to process it all

Alastor: On top of that, the other overlords seem to be threatened by the fact you have so many souls and demons going to you WILLINGLY, you not showing up to meetings and beong little morningstars girlfriend doesnt help that either!So this will be a fun first meeting~

Vaggie: no no no no no nope! Alastor, you let me go right this second! I am not- no! Alastor! Alastor!!!

Zestial: Alastor and...oh the defensive Overlord nice to meet you again nd to finally meet you

Vaggie: ¿¡Quién diablos es esta araña joder!? (Who the hell is this spider fuck!?)

Part 1 | Part 2(here!!) | Part 3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel alastor #chaggie #accidental overlord vaggie au #i feel like Al would be pissed at vaggie knowing charlie told him #he lieks to seem mroe powerful/high and mighty and he cant bw that if she knows he gets info form other people #hes very smug at Vaggies panic though #charlie meanwhile already misses her girlfriend #Nifty throwing herself off the roof doesnt help #hazbin hotel overlord #the egg boizs are having a grand old time though #i used google translate for the Spanish part im sorry if its wrong- #i wanted vaggie to say “who the hell is this spider fuck!?” but everytime i tried it always ended up as something different #i tried for like 1p minutes #i THINK i got it down but im not sure if the '!?' changes any words/symbols #translator says it does but im not 100% how right it is so- if its not that then its 'who the hell is this fucking spider' which still work #not to important i guess lol #diablos actually mgiht mean devil and inferno hell but uh....its- its fine #any spanish speakers feel free to correct me😅

[ang3l-fac33]

WJEJJF I HAD THE CUTEST IDEA can you please write a oneshot for husk being a total father figure for some younger sinner at the hotel (I feel like he’d be a reluctant teen dad haha) thank you so much! Love your writing!

of course! thank you for the request! :D i’m not sure if you meant the reader to be a teen so i apologize if i got it wrong!

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husk x teen! reader. (platonic)

genre: fluff

husk was standing behind the bar counter cleaning a glass, and not looking really thrilled to be there as usual. sitting on the other side of the bar table was angel dust, sipping away at some fruity pink alcoholic beverage that he made a few minutes prior.

there was a comfortable silence between the two, both of them not having much to say to each other, but husk prefered the silence, it helped with the headache he was currently nursing from having to deal with everyone’s bullshit in the hotel.

the only two people he was most comfortable with was angel and you. you were a rather young sinner, only fifteen. that didn’t really sit right with husk, you being so young in a place like this?

maybe that’s why he felt the need to look out for you, because you were so young. he didn’t want you to end up like him, washed up with a long history of bad choices. just because you were in hell doesn’t mean that you couldn’t do good things.

you were young and impressionable, another reason why he kept a close eye on you. more than half the people in the hotel were bad influences. he really wasn’t the best either but at least he was sensible.

angel would constantly talk about drugs and sex, alastor was just plain creepy, charlie, well, she was fine.. it’s just that you were known to be a bit.. what’s the word? mischievous. and charlie didn’t have the heart to tell you ‘no’ half the times. vaggie was fine as well, though a little more on the aggressive side. and, well, nifty was.. well, nifty.

he felt like he was the only one fit enough to actually help you. but it’s not like he would admit any of this out loud of course. you still were very very annoying to him, and angel gave him enough teasing for his fatherly behavior. he can’t believe he got sucked into all of this.

the silence was soon interrupted by the hotel’s doors slamming open. husk flinched and sighed, already knowing who it was. you grinned as you made your way over to the bar, hopping on one of the stools next to angel dust.

angel dust gave you a side glance and a small smirk. he had grown fond of you, and due to your young status he viewed you as a younger sibling. plus it was also fun to tease husk about his father like tendencies towards you. “hey squirt. how was your day huh?”

you smiled, kicking your feet back and forth excitedly. “it was awesome! i went out with cherri bomb and she taught me how to blow shit up!” you said it as if it were the coolest thing ever, but to husk it made his heart drop. bombs? are you serious?

husk wanted to say something but he held it back, not wanting to offend the demon spider with his opinions about cherri. she was the guy’s best friend after all. as angel dust continued to encourage this, husk sighed.

“can i get you something to drink kid?” husk asked, trying to avert the conversation to avoid a bigger headache. “i’ve got orange juice, apple juice—“

“give me what he’s having!” you demanded, pointing towards the pink alcoholic beverage in angel dust’s hand. husk wrinkled his nose before giving a scoff of amusement, putting away his glass. “not happening.”

you pouted childishly at the denial of your requested drink, and angel dust laughed. “c’mon, let the kid have a drink. it won’t hurt him.”

husk’s brows raised in disbelief. “they’re fifteen!” he exclaimed, his wings giving a tiny flutter of irritation. “just because this is hell doesn’t mean that they can do whatever they want!”

“pfft— okay *dad*”

that makes husk freeze, and for a moment he panics. he knew you were just being sarcastic but something about it just.. whatever.

the smug and amused look angel dust was giving him made him instantly snap out of it with another scoff. “whatever kid. do you want a non alcoholic beverage or not?” he growled, grabbing a clean glass.

you rolled your eyes and sighed. “fine.. give me an orange juice.”

husk made quick work of pouring you an orange juice, making sure it was nice and cold before sliding it over to you, then grabbed a whole bottle of alcohol for himself.

as the minutes passed husk found himself quietly drinking as he watched you and angel dust chatter on about random things, a small smile tugging at his lips. he felt relaxed again, his headache being a little less bad now.

you may be annoying at times but you really were a good kid.

#lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer magne #hazbin husk #husk hazbin hotel #husk x reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer

[cyberneticfandoms]

Epilogue

(Credit to Void!Al goes to @rileesrambles!)

(Takes place after Devoid of Music and Devoid of Stability)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Alastor, Charlie Magne, Angel Dust, Vaggie

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Charlie was here. Charlie Magne. Princess of Hell. Alastor’s business partner turned friend was here in the Void.

The thought was too good to be true. It was easier to believe she was a hallucination, because there was no way in Hell that his Charlie would have gotten herself killed and discarded into this personal little abyss for no reason. While it was a very ‘Charlie’ thing to do, he wouldn’t entertain the notion that she’d do something so selfless for him of all demons. Was her being here even possible? Mouth snapping shut from its slack-jawed state, Alastor tore his gaze away with a scowl.

“You’re not real,” he growled matter-of-factly, smile twisting into something bitter. The sound of her footsteps became muffled when he clamped his hands over his ears, frustration festering at the way his eyes burned yet again. Alastor’s mind was getting all the better at tormenting him, wasn’t it? Why else would he be thinking of her?

“What- Al? Of course I’m real!” No amount of pressure could block out the soft voice with familiar undertones of worry. She isn’t real. She isn’t real. She isn’t-

Her hand touched his shoulder and Alastor flinched violently, tail flashing up in surprise. A whine bubbled out of his chest as the hand jerked away, and the deer regretted having moved in the first place. He whirled around, eyes wide and trailing instantly to the retreating limb. The subtle press of her skin had been warm, soft, comforting, and he wanted it even if the contact made his own skin crawl at the now unfamiliar sensation. Touch was never needed, but he’d always enjoyed initiating it with those he claimed as friends – regardless of whether they agreed or not - and soaking in the attention he just craved at times.

“Alastor,” she started, quieter this time. “I don't know what happened to you,” the way her eyes flicked between his bloody claws and arms suggested otherwise, “but we need to leave now.”

Alastor finally took a good look at the princess, forcing down the doubt and the hurt and the disbelief. Full-fledged horns adorned her head, and her teeth were sharpened to fine points, pushing away the passive persona she was known for. Three sets of wings sprouted from her back, a display of her demonic and fallen angel bloodlines working in tandem to create a truly intimidating figure. The most concerning thing was that there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on her face. Alastor wouldn’t call her weak, considering the power radiating off her, but vulnerable seemed more appropriate. Despite the display, it was impossible to ignore the way Charlie’s face scrunched up in a mixture of strain and concern.

“Alastor,” she winced, thrusting her hand out for him to take, “I can’t keep this place open to the both of us for much longer!”

The deer jolted away, fixing wide eyes on the outstretched hand. Breathing was becoming rather difficult as Alastor’s eyes flickered between the offered limb and the unguarded desperation in her expression.

This... was happening. Was any of it real? How did she get here? This wasn’t possible and he couldn’t for the life of him understand why. Why, if she was real, would she be choosing to help him instead of being with the people he’d ensured would stay in Hell instead of being double-dead? It had become clearer to him the more he thought that there was a reason it was him and not them that had their second chance at life taken. He didn’t deserve redemption. The very idea was wasted on him, so why the hell was Charlie trying to save him?

“I… I can’t...” his voice came out in a horrified whisper rather than the confident declaration he’d been hoping for. Staring at the offered hand – fake, not real, she can’t be here – he edged backwards, mind reeling.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped, sympathy flooding her face, as she lunged forward to latch onto his wrist and pull him close. Alastor squirmed on reflex, panic flooding his mind as she pinned his back against her chest, her other arm curling around to stop flailing claws from gashing her. The static overwhelming Alastor’s brain threatened to spill out between his clenched teeth. It filled the silent air with crackling bursts, her hold making it feel as though ants were skittering under his skin. He’d wanted to be touched for so long so why did it feel so wrong? Why was he fighting it? He was supposed to be stronger than this-

He might've heard her breathless ‘hold on!’ before her grip was tightening and her wings were beating hard enough to jostle the pair of them. Despite his panicked struggles making her job infinitely harder, Charlie didn't drop the flighty deer, managing to get their feet off any semblance of ground. The pressure on Alastor's chest doubled as they got higher (farther? Were they even moving? It was impossible to tell what was up or down-) and his nails dug into soft flesh while the air was forced from his lungs.

The void itself seemed to be resisting, dragging them down with every jerking movement as if they were moving through tar, like the abyss was trying to reclaim it's sole prisoner.

Charlie didn't let it. Hold constantly tightening, she pushed onward despite her choppy breathing, despite Alastor's own labored gasps and weakening kicks. Charlie’s wings were flapping frantically behind her. Alastor was becoming numb to it all. The rustling sounds, the smell of sweat, the pressure of arms burning into his own that was becoming too much. Static screeching turned to white noise, filling his head to the brim while his eyes slammed shut to quell the nausea rising in his throat.

“Alastor …just… bit farther,” her muffled voice came as though he were underwater. With every inhale stubbornly refusing to fill his chest he may as well have been trying to breathe in oil. The coil around his body was unbearably tight now as the void clung and fought to drag them deeper. Charlie cried out as the invisible barrier stretched further and further, the tension nearly overpowering them.

“Almost… there…!” Blood trickled from her arm where Alastor's claws dug in. His ears flattened against his head. He regretted not saying more to Charlie. She was actually here wasn’t she? Getting hurt for him, and he didn't offer so much as a hello. He truly was the worst, wasn't he? That's what Alastor realized as her protective hold became painful.

Then the tension snapped.

In an instant Alastor was jarred from Charlie's grasp with a yelp, left to flail aimlessly in the dark. Feeling cold and alone once more, his mind went dangerously blank. Charlie let out a shriek somewhere off to the side but opening his eyes only led to the same endless black. The deer didn't have a second to panic before he was weightless, the pressure leaving him in one desperate breath. His vision was bombarded with light before he slammed into something hard, head hitting with a solid thunk, and consciousness fleeing in the wake of pain then the numbness he’d been begging for.

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Observing the maroon tinted room dully, Angel Dust wondered how he and Vaggie were the most logical choices to “standby” while Charlie did her thing. Sure, Vaggie was her girlfriend and most protective companion; and maybe Angel didn’t have anything else to do but make sure the princess got out of this alive, and he was understandably concerned when he first heard the idea, but… Okay maybe they were the best options.

Despite this fact, Angel sighed for the umpteenth time that hour, observing his claws in apparent disinterest. Vaggie rolled her eyes at the spider’s fidgeting. Neither would admit it aloud, but the thickness in the air attested to their worry. They’d been alone in the Radio Demon’s room for quite a while, taking in the endless deer memorabilia and marveling at how Alastor had made his room look so… 1930s.

Angel would find himself glancing at the radio on the nightstand, half expecting it to play an upbeat ­– Lucifer he would even take a jazzy – tune, but it never did. Except for the occasional white noise, the radio had stayed eerily silent for the past five months.

None of them liked to talk about… what had happened… but it had obviously affected them all in different ways. Niffty had been inconsolable, burying herself in her work and cleaning the hotel until it shined and then cleaning it some more. Husk drowned himself in alcohol, staying blackout drunk and moodier than he normally was. Vaggie had been livid, itching for a fight and exploding at even the most minor things. Charlie had been a mess, crying about how it had been her fault somehow and that she should’ve done better despite attempts to console her. Angel had been… well, he’d gone back to the studio for a few weeks, and he didn’t even feel pleasured with the extra time he’d spent there.

After the Hazbin Hotel had taken off and gotten more patrons Alastor had managed to become even more peppy and prone to impromptu dance-numbers. Angel had figured the deer demon was just getting his fill of entertainment – and at the beginning he’s sure that’s all it was – but as time flew by something… changed.

He didn’t know when Alastor’s smiles had become less creepy and turned softer or his touches less grabby (not that he minded grabby) and more reassuring. There was something in the way the deer would cheerfully present another helping of his mama’s jambalaya that gave off such a… domestic vibe. His cooking had become expected, welcomed, and even craved, though he would never admit it because Alastor used to look so smug when they hurriedly piled seconds onto their plates. Even with the smug air about him it was hard not to notice the way the deer’s ears perked or his eyes lit up at the compliments to his cooking. A jaunty tune always filled the air when he was in such a good mood.

That’s why when the deer was suddenly gone it had hit them all so hard.

“So… How long is this supposed to take?” Angel broke the silence with what he hoped was a nonchalant tone. The unimpressed look he received in return made him glad Vaggie didn’t point out the unsubtle way he’d broken the tense quiet.

“For the third time, I don’t know,” Vaggie grimaced, pulling her gaze away from the sheer amount of red in the room to glare at Angel. “She’s never done something like this before! It took long enough to get her ready for this trip…” She let out a sigh, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall. Even Vaggie had been heartbroken when… it had happened, but Charlie had been devastated. She’d been adamant about finding some way to bring him back and lo and behold…

Angel took a long look at her downcast face, eyebrows furrowing. With a huff he lowered the radio he’d been messing with back to the nightstand and strolled over to the moth demon.

“Eh, I don’t think we have anything to worry about. Charlie’s a strong gal, she’ll pull through!” Draping an arm across her shoulder, he held in a relieved sigh as she relaxed and took the comfort for what it was. “And when she drags Smiles back to the land of the not-so-living, we’ll kick his ass for making us all worry so much!”

That earned a snort from Vaggie, and she flashed the spider a genuine smile that he gladly returned. Angel couldn’t ignore the way his heart warmed at the grateful look she gave him, and he hated to admit it, but he was glad he picked up a few more friends in his stay at this cheesy hotel…

A loud crash ruined the moment and the pair jumped, twisting around with wide eyes. Two bodies were crumpled on the floor. Angel almost didn’t realize the moth demon had rushed forward until she was crashing to her knees and dropping her summoned spear in favor of checking on their friends.

“Gracias a Dios, they’re breathing!”

Angel stayed frozen a moment longer, blinking at the overwhelming iron smell, the crimson spilling across the floor, and the way neither of them so much as twitched. Snapping out of his stupor, he opened his mouth to say something useful.

“Oh, shit.”

The spider demon rushed forward to help.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #void!alastor #the void #sensory deprivation #implied character death #my writing #ANGST #maybe the next part of this series will be fluffy #who knows? #not me!

[a-copper-butterfly]

Fanfic snippet

i did a thing

yeah i wrote something. this is like an idea that im building on, may be. i dont know. if you think i should continue this, like it.

Chapter 1: A visit from the Baron

world count : 2580

Charlie/Alistair  Husk/Angel Dust

Charlie pouted at Alistair as he laughed at his own joke the laugher track poured out of his mic. He turned around to look at her plan. Husk was trying to snack back the bottle she had used to weight the corner of the page down. Vaggie slapped his hand away. He growled at her. Angel leaned again the back across from Husk pretending not to listen to Charlie.

“well dear,” Alistair asked “what gotten you so excited?” Charlie Bounced on the spot. Ginning madly,

“we have to wait for Nifty, is a surprise for all of you,” Alistair smiled with hooded eyes and lifted his arm. Charlie reached out to stop him snagging his sleeve but not his hand. He snapped his fingers and a hole formed in the celling. Nifty shrieked as she fell though it. She quickly got up and zipped over to the group. Charlie tried to glower at Alistair for being mean but a sudden shout interrupted her.

“BOY!”

The shout echoed around the lobby and everyone stopped. Turning towards the sources of the sound. The door to the hotel was open and a cold wind blow through, which was impressive in it self as this was hell and noted for its hot climate.

A tall man stood in the door way. His Black suite was picked out with red highlights and a number of knickknacks hang from the red belt at his wait. They chimed mutely in a wind that blows behind him. The top hat on his head remined her of Alistair’s, but this one had feathers and what look like chicken bones stuck in it. It was ringed with small skulls. His skin was as black as night seeming to draw light in to it. This contrasted with the bright white skull that was pained on the top half of his face, leaving his lower jaw bare. His bony hands rested on a back cane in front of him it was topped with a silver skull. He was not from this place. The wide grin on his faces was more mischief than evil. The smell of cigars waffled through the room as his words died away. His eyes glowed like the fires of hell but Charlie knew no fire like it and they where locked on the little gathering by the desk. Namely Alistair’s red and pinstriped back.

The static that normal filled the air around Alistair has flat lined. The singe motional sound was more eerie than the normal crackle. His face was frozen in a smug grin but his eyes where unfocused. He hadn’t turned around at the shout.

Angel recovered first,

“who’s this flash looking Motherfu…” his sentence was cut short by Husk almost jumping over the bar to cover his mouth. The genuine fear on the bartenders faces stopped the Spider demon form struggling.

Vaggie already had her spear out but her eyes where darting form man in the door way to Alistair waiting to, although unwillingly, follow his lead. Nifty was clinging to her leg visibly shaking. Her one eye unblinking as it stared at the man.

Charily who was still holding Alistair’s sleeve frowned and looked up at him. He was still frozen. She was about to speak when the sudden sound of radio static picked up again.

Alistair whirled around arms thrown wide grin on his face but the audiences track on his mic was silent.

“Baron!” he exclaimed began to make his was over to the other man. There was a tension in his movement that Charlie had never seen before. “what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I bring you news, now are you gonna invite me in or are we gonna talk out in the cold all night?” the mans grin remained on his faces but his voice managed to send chill up Charlies back. Vaggie had pushed Nifty behind the bar with Husk and was inching in front of Angel and Charlie, she didn’t like this man ether. But that may also be because Alistair seemed to know him, not just the bad vibes he was giving off.

Then Alistair did something Charlie never though she would see. He bowed to the other man, a genuine bow not a flamboyant way of mocking him but a show of respect.

“Of course, Sir, you are always welcome here,” if it wasn’t for the amp on his voice the gang may not have heard that.

The so called “Baron” stepped though the threshold of the Hotel and a cold wind followed him.

“you got anywhere for us to chat, lad you’re not gonna like what I have to say,” The Baron didn’t remove his hat and he walked with a slight strut. His foot print left marks on the floor. Alistair’s ears flicked downward for half a second. But his grin remained I place,

“this way, we can sit in the study,” with a dramatic swish of his coat tails Alistair turned and began to lead the stranger to one of the smaller rooms on the ground floor.

The mans gin was still in places when he turned to the little group by the counter.

“bring the little lady,” he said like an after though, “this affects her as well.” he breezed past Alistair into the room.

Alistair looked over at Charly she could see his ears slightly twitching, she wondered what emotion he was trying to hide.

“Charlie my dear, would you come here for a moment please.” he called. Vaggie gave her the side eye, daring her to trot over to him like a good little puppy, Charlie shrugged sheepishly at her. As she slowly, to prove a point, walked over to Alistair she looked at the foot prints the Baron had left. it looked like dirt, lose, wet dirt fresh from the ground like he had just walked though a pile of earth. She frowned at the mess, Nifty would throw a fit over this. Then she remembered the way the small cleaner had cowered at the sight of the tall man, I think she if fine to leave it for now.

She scowled at Alistair as she slipped passed him into the room. Alistair closed the door behind her with a resounding thud. She suddenly felt trapped.

The Baron was reclining in a winged back chair facing them, his legs where crossed and Charlie could see the caked mud on his shiny black shoes. She pouted at the mess he had left leading up to the chair. Alistair walked further into the room his hands behind his back, his smirk in places. But now that they where out of the prying eye of the lobby his smugness was losing it strength. The Baron observed the two as Charlie was guided to a small sofa facing him. Alistair remained standing behind her laying a hand on her shoulder. The hand could be seen as comforting, reassuring her that he was with her in the situation but it could also be seen as stopping her form running.

“sweet heart may I introduces Baron Samedi,” he smiled sweetly at Charlie as he gestured at the newly named Baron Samedi, who smiled and gave her a friendly nod. “Baron may I introduces Princess Charlotte Magne of hell, and manager of this fine establishments.” The Baron Laughed out loud and Charlie tried to stop her polite smile form dropping,

“so you’re the one who came up with this kooky idea,” he slapped his thighs and threw his head back.

The laughed continued. Charlie was really struggling to keep a polite face on. A twitch from the hand on her shoulder made her look up at Alistair, his face hadn’t changed but the slight vibration running through his ears suggested he was getting very irritated with this man. Why he was showing restraint now was worrying.

As his laughing died down, the Baron he sat up stair in his chair.

“I though it was a little out of character for the lad, but it’s an interesting idea, redemption and all that. I myself am in the reincarnation business.” At this Charlie brighten up smiling widely and wiggling in her seat,

“really that’s amazing, how do you pick who gets reincarnated have you ever taken anyone form hell?” she had a hundred more questions on her tongue but Alistair tighten his gip on her shoulder and the Baron waving his hand made her stop. That hand may not have been for comfort alter all.

“but that not what I came here to talk about,” the Baron was staring at Alistair again, “I need to talk to you boy, but I’m not doing it when your covered in shadows,” Charlie felt the hand slip from her shoulder,

“Any way to change your mind?” she heard the demon next to her say, it was without his normal energy. the Baron leaned his elbows on his knees and shook his head. Charlie heard Alistair sigh,

“very well,” he said and suddenly the room was full of wind. It swept past her, blowing her hair everywhere. The shadows on the walls that flowed Alistair everywhere where being affected by this mystical gale as well. they writhed and snatched at nothingness before being dragged towards the door and out of the room. The baron just sat there unaffected by this. the light in the room flickered and then when out plunging the room into darkness.

Charly had to use both hands the swipe the hair out of her face when as quickly as it had started the gale stopped. She looked around her eyes not yet accustom to the dark. The hiss of a match being lit caught her attention the white skull on the Baron’s face was momentary illuminated by the flair of the match as he lit a fat cigar. He took a pull, the ember at the end lighting his faces again. It was then that Charlie noticed it, well rather noticed the lack of noise. The static that followed Alistair around much like his shadows was gone. She was shocked to find herself panicking, where was he. had the Baron done something to him. She could feel the panic turning into rage as she looked around franticly for Alistair. The cling of glass made her turn to one of the corners,

“Drink my dear?” it was Alistair’s voice but it was different. It didn’t have the chatty nature or volume it normally had, it was softer, less jarring and almost peace full. The relief that flooded her system nearly made her sag into the chair but she could still feel the Barons eyes on her in the gloom,

“Err, yes please,” she replied. There was a cling of glass a second time and she could feel the air around her move.

The Baron took another pull of his cigar lighting the small bubble by his face. A hand appeared holding a glass of what looked like whisky. The hand was pale and the cuff of a brown jacket covered the arm. No claws tipped its fingers, it jerked away form the light when the baron took the offered glass.

“why so shy boy?” he said a light chuckle in his voice. Charlie felt the hand on her shoulder again and nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked up at where she though Alistair might be. Why was he being shy? What was he hiding? The hand slipped down her arm and lifted it at the elbow, he pressed a cold glass into her hand. Oh yes, her drink. she smiled up at Alistair his hands where a little colder than normal but she could feel the smooth skin where as she had only ever felt his gloves.

“thank you,” she muttered trying to make out his shape in the dark. she felt the sofa next to her dip as he sat down.

“with the grates respected Baron, Your Business?” The Baron was back to laughing again. Alistair’s voice was soothing like this but it was also unnerving, when she had gotten use to the static and the laughed track, just hearing his pure unaffected voice was strange. She took a sip of her drink, it was whisky, not her favour but she needed it at this point. Her eyes where gradually focusing in the dark room she looked over at the demon and noticed one thing. He didn’t have his ears.

“another blooded soul has dropped into my care,” the Baron said when he had finished laughing. Charlie could feel the tension pouring off Alistair now. The Baron seemed to know this but took a pull form his cigar again, “and another on the way,” Charlie could make out clear shaped now. The Baron had his legs over the arm of the chair and was blowing smoke up into the rafters. A measured breath from Alistair pulled her back to him,

“how old?” he asked quietly,

“the one here already or the one on her way?” The Baron asked all the mirth from his previous conversations had gone,

“both,” it was a short answer. The Baron shifted in his seat,

“the youngest had just seen her fifth summer, the oldest has seen about twelve,” another wave of smoke nearly made Charlie cough.

“curse form birth?” another short and to the point question.

“of course they are, boy, otherwise they would be no threat.” The creek of the Chair alerted Charlie to the Baron standing up. Alistair jumped up from next to her “Look, I’m only here to warn you. This isn’t my area I’m just the messenger here. So do what you think is best. Destroy them or whatever.” She could feel the Baron grin, “you’re always saying you would like more of a challenge. What better to challenge you than yourself” he began to laugh again.

The wind was back again. It was coming from the other direction this time. Charlie was nearly blown off the sofa. when she had pulled the hair out of her eyes again the lights where up and Alister was standing grinning at the Baron. The static was back. It was almost comforting.

“well Baron it has been a pleasure as always.” He bowed again as he said this. The Baron grinned,

“you should join us for a party at some point lad, the misses would love to see ya again,” he chucked “you can bring your princess, its been a while since the Guédé family have dined with royalty.”

He began to laugh louder this time. The wind whipped around his feet it seemed to be full of ash. It began to cover his body as he laughed before long he was completely enveloped in the ashy wind. The moment his laughter faded the wind stopped, dropping a layer of ash onto the carpet along with his muddy foot prints.

The Door was kicked open by Vaggie less than two seconds later. Nifty who seemed to have gotten over her fear zipped into the room, made a unholy screech and began to clean up the mess. Vaggie was beside Charlie,

“what happened? where is the creepy skull man?” Angel and Husk where wisely staying by the door. Alistair was still watching where the Baron had been. Abruptly he turned and walked out of the room pushing past the two men at the door.

“jeez what’s gotten into him?” Angel asked crossing his arms as he leaned on the door frame.

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