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Begging - Radioapple One-Shot - For Mature Audience

Warning ! This text is for mature people only ! It's containt some sexual interaction, even if they don't really describe !

First of all, I don't really know asexuality or aromantism. To be fair, even if I'm considering myself in this spectrum (for being ace, I'm not aro), I don't know if I illustrate good the people form this community. If I'm not, I'm sorry about that.

I don't pretend to understand the character of Alastor and Lucifer. Man, you can say they're a little OOC here, but I try to write something about them who satisfy myself and I want to share it with you ! I hope you enjoyed it !

Oh, and sorry, it's a big baby. I'd hestitated to do multipical post but, in the end, I'd decided to post all in one !

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"You're nothing but a piece of shit," Lucifer growled as he staggered back.

"And yet, I smell better than you." replied Alastor, his steps assured despite the amount of alcohol in his blood.

It was around 4 a.m. and they had just returned to the hotel. The lobby was empty of life, the other residents probably asleep. The duo had spent a rather restless night. At Charlie's request, they followed Vox and Valentino throughout the evening to see if they had any contact with a demon who had breached the hotel's security. Alastor had insisted that he could simply use his magic to listen their conversation via the radios, and Lucifer had agreed. But the Princess of Hell had been adamant: no demonic or angelic power. The demon who had attacked the hotel was very powerful and could watch Vox and Valentino as well as them. So they had to be discreet, disguise ourselves and follow them. When Lucifer pointed out that Alastor could carry out the task alone, his daughter replied that she was afraid for him in case of trouble. The King of Hell relented under his daughter's pleading gaze, causing Alastor to roll his eyes.

So they left early in the evening incognito. Angel had dressed them so they wouldn't be recognized, which had been a challenge. It wasn't as if they looked like everyman. Alastor had ended up disguised as a fat, mismatched old cat man, and Lucifer as a chic old imp woman.

At first, they had carried out their mission in all seriousness, ignoring each other most of the time in order to concentrate on the two Overlords. Then, at some point during the evening, they found themselves in a bar. They ordered drinks and positioned themselves far away so they didn't risk to be spotted by Vox and Valentino. They drank in silence, then Lucifer ordered another drink. Alastor laughed at him and told him not to get drunk as they had a mission to finish. Lucifer gave him an angry look and retorted that it would take more than that to finish him off. One thing led to another and they ended up ordering far, far too much alcohol, which they finished. In a daze, they hadn't noticed that Vox and Valentino had left. They'd falled their mission.

In a pitiful state, both had returned to the hotel with difficulty, even if the Radio Demon hid his condition better than his companion.

"I smell because you pushed me into the garbage!" exclaimed Lucifer as he pointed an accusing finger at the man disguised as a cat.

"You wallowed on your own," Alastor retorted in a half-truth. Lucifer had staggered and fallen onto the Overlord, who had reflexively pushed him away. Lucifer had tipped over into the waste.

"You bastard!" shouted Lucifer. "That's not true, and you know it!"

"Listen." growled the Radio Demon, rubbing his forehead. "I've put up with you long enough and, for your own safety, it would be best if I returned to my room."

"My own safety!" sneered the King. "Come on, Albert, even in this state, you can't do anything against me."

The Overlord slowly turned his head towards the angel, who had a provocative sneer on his face.

"I could kill you with my own will," threatened the Demon. Lucifer laughed.

"Oh, how cute!" teased the latter, hands clasped and an adorable pout on his face, but those eyes were clearly defiant. "The little kitty hisses at me and gets the little claws out of his little paws! Don't be ridiculous, kid. You're too weak to do anything to me."

A ball of frustration and rage grew in his chest as his usual smile began to take on a destructive expression.

Whether Alastor liked it or not, Lucifer was right. He could never beat him, even if he made a contract with all the souls in Hell. The angel was on another level, even for Zestial. Adam himself, at the height of his power, had failed to inflict an injury on him when he'd knocked the Radio Demon out in one blow. He couldn't dominate him on a battlefield.

Even beating him over his daughter's affection was increasingly compromised. Lucifer and Charlie were growing closer. She hugged him more often, went to him for advice more, and spoke of him to Alastor with great enthusiasm. Of course, the Radio Demon remained an important friend to the Princess of Hell, but it was becoming complicated to win the competition for his affection. He was losing that battle.

"I'll make you beg my name if you say the word 'weak' again, little man," said the Radio Demon in his most menacing voice, the one he'd reserved for the Overlord he'd destroyed and annihilated.

Lucifer gave him the most provocative smile he could muster and staggered towards him. He placed his finger on his chest and, with just a tiny fraction of his power, pushed him. Alastor ended up on the ground several meters away. His back hit the marble with pain and he winced under the impact. He straightened up and looked at the angel.

"Weak." declared the latter with unmitigated contempt.

Alastor then stood up quickly and approached with a determined step. He couldn't beat him. He couldn't use his demonic powers. He had to surprise him as much as possible to gain the upper hand. When he reached the gate, an idea suddenly occurred to him that disgusted him to no end. There was one battle he hadn't fought yet before the armistice was sounded.

Without warning, he advanced even closer to Lucifer. Lucifer was prepared for a blow. Not when Alastor's hand reached behind his head and drew him to him. The Demon's lips touched the angel's with great force and determination. This surprised the King of the Hell so much that he let the Demon Radio take over the situation.

It wasn't the first time Alastor had kissed someone. When he was alive, he was used to this kind of behavior. Kissing, fucking, he had to do it to appear normal, to be like the others, to fit into a society he'd never wanted to be part of in the first place. He'd had girlfriends, mainly because he thought it would please his mother. I'm normal, Mom, look, I'm bringing girls home! One of them will probably be my wife, look how happy I am!

The truth was, all that romance and what went with it didn't appeal to him. Having to play the lover to a woman in whom he felt only the respect he had for all his kind was clearly not his thing. He wasn't romantically attracted to these women, nor sexually. The relationships he had always ended because of this. Because of his "impotence" when, in reality, it was just that he didn't have that desire in him. But then again, in his day, that wasn't something people understood.

When his mother had assured him that he didn't have to force himself to please her, to fit in, he'd felt an affection so great it would have brought tears to his eyes. He hugged her and silently thanked her for understanding him.

It had been a while since he'd played this role, but Lucifer didn't seem to mind. He had literally surrendered himself to his kiss, opening his mouth to allow him access to his oral cavity. Alastor deepened his kiss, dominatingly slipping his tongue into the angel's mouth to begin a frenzied dance. He brought the King's body closer, his hand behind his firm head and the other on those unyielding hips. As he squeezed, he could feel Lucifer's erection against his leg. Typical.

The Radio Demon made them melt into the shadows and they suddenly landed on a bed. Alastor hadn't calculated where he'd teleported to; he simply didn't want to soil his room. He just knew he was somewhere in the hotel.

He broke the kiss and began nibbling Lucifer's neck, his breathing ragged and his excitement clearly visible. With one firm hand, the Radio Demon imprisoned both of the angel's wrists above his head, while the other descended sensuously down the old woman's dress.

Alastor heard a slight hiccup from Lucifer as he sank his teeth into his flesh and felt his shudder as Alastor finally reached the skin of his legs. Then, suddenly, the King's body tensed.

"Oulah, wait, stop!" whispered the angel, softly. This made the Overlord stop." What are we doing here?"

The Radio Demon licked the bite mark on the King's skin.

"Foreplay." he replied simply, factually. He tried to move his hand up under his dress but was stopped.

"No, Alastor! Stop!" panicked Lucifer softly. Alastor stepped back slightly, one eyebrow raised. It was the first time he'd heard the King call him by his first name.

"What's the matter?" sighed this one. "Don't tell me you don't want it, I can feel it from here."

"That's not the problem!" exclaimed the angel, red-faced. "It's just that... Are you the one throwing that?"

"Throw what?" questioned the Demon.

"Well, that!" replied Lucifer in a low voice.

"That what? The sexual relationship?" tried to clarify Alastor.

"Yes!" exclaimed Lucifer softly.

"The answer seems pretty obvious to me," scoffed the Overlord, "Even to a backward person like you."

"But, you don't like it, do you?" asked the King.

The Demon in cat's clothing was startled before frowning dangerously.

"How do you know that?" he said dryly.

"Not hard to see, even for a backward person like me," Lucifer ironized. "You don't seem at all attracted to other people's charms and what's more, you're totally indifferent when you see this sort of thing on the street."

Alastor stared at him for a moment. Rather observant, for someone who didn't like him.

"Yeah, so what?" he finally says with a shrug. "It doesn't mean I can't have sex."

"Yes, but that just means you're not going to enjoy it," retorted the angel. "And then, frankly, do you really want to fuck me?"

"No." Alastor's answer came without thinking, instinctively.

"Ah!" sneered Lucifer. "So, the question is, what do you want from me?"

"That you beg me." continued the Demon. When he realized what he'd said, he fell silent. Lucifer, beneath him, wore an expression of pure surprise.

Alastor suddenly felt embarrassed by the situation. But what was he thinking? He realized that the alcohol had affected him far more than he had realized. He never acted on these impulses, usually. He'd spent his life controlling himself and others. He was the one in charge. How could he have fallen into this situation? He began to walk away, letting go of Lucifer's wrists and looking away.

"You're right," he admitted reluctantly. "This situation is ridiculous. Let's not talk about it anymore."

He was about to vanish into the shadows when suddenly he heard a voice that was irresistible to his ears.

"Please."

A ball of pure power formed in his chest, swelling under the effect of dopamine. He turned his head towards Lucifer, who bit his lower lip red. He was embarrassed, really uncomfortable, but his voice, the tone he'd used, was really pleading, as if he owed him something, as if it was a matter of life or death. It was everything the Radio Demon wanted. Eyes round with surprise, he let Lucifer straighten up.

"Okay, damn, oh this is awkward." this one stammered before taking a small breath. "Okay, so, here's how it's going to work. We're going to sit opposite each other and I'm going to... I'm going to beg you. You just look at me in the eye. Okay?"

Alastor was confused, his smile almost gone due to his psychological state. He shook his head and placed his hands in front of him, as if to regain control of the situation.

"Wait, I don't understand." he said finally "You're just going to beg me like that? With nothing in return?"

Lucifer bit his lips again and blushed profusely. Alastor frowned and thought before realizing. The angel had an erection.

"Listen!" exclaimed the King softly. "I'm not asking you to do anything. Hell, I don't even know how I'm going to react to what's about to happen!" He ran a hand through his hair, removing the wig he had from his old-woman disguise. "Let's test it, shall we? It doesn't work, it doesn't work, that's it!"

The Radio Demon had a question that immediately came to his mind, but he preferred not to ask it. The ball of pure power was already dissipating and he had an irresistible urge to feel it again. He finally nodded.

"Okay." he replied softly. He settled on the bed, sitting in front of Lucifer. The angel closed his eyes for a few seconds, then settled back comfortably. He then stared at him, and Alastor waited a few moments before hearing the King's imploring voice again.

"Please."

The sensation grew inside him again, and as Lucifer's pleas continued, it grew and devoured him. He felt so good, so powerful, so euphoric just hearing the angel pray to him. He'd felt this way before when his victims implored him, but never on this level. It was much more intense when it came from the mouth of a quasi-divine being.

As agreed, he looked into his eyes, observing him as the Demon glowered in satisfaction. He was so locked in his own state that he didn't notice the spark of desire in Lucifer's eyes until a few moments later. He then began to analyze his behavior. The King's face was taut with intense effort. He bit his lips repeatedly, as if holding something back. His breathing was erratic, even though his words seemed under control. Alastor slowly began to understand what was happening when he saw that only one hand was visible in his field of vision. He wanted to lower his gaze to where he thought the other was, but suddenly felt fingers tracing up his chin.

Lucifer had straightened his head slightly to prevent him from seeing further down. His gaze had become imploring.

"I'm begging you," he whispered. The lump in Alastor's chest swelled even more when he realized that this request wasn't feigned.

With a small smile, he gave him an amused look as he saw Lucifer tense up and hold back another, more powerful sound from coming out of his mouth.

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It had been several weeks since what had happened that evening and, frankly, the situation between them hadn't changed. Alastor was sipping his tea and reading a book in the hotel lounge as he thought about what had happened next.

When Lucifer had finally ejaculated, they parted without a word, as if the situation didn't need to be discussed. The next day, they met up in the kitchen with the other residents and started arguing about how they hadn't succeeded in their mission the day before. Business as usual.

The Radio Demon didn't mind. It was only an interlude, a parenthesis caused by the alcohol they'd admittedly abused. In his mind, it was all but forgotten, although the feeling of power he'd felt hadn't really faded. Occasionally, he felt slightly nostalgic about it, but he quickly moved on. He had learned not to dwell on the past.

He heard footsteps and was not at all surprised to see Angel Dust and Lucifer enter the room. The big Pornstar and the little King got on quite well. At first, like everyone else he met, Angel had been very heavy-handed and suggestive, but that hadn't lasted. In the end, they acted more like nephew and uncle: not close enough to have a father-son relationship, but close enough for Lucifer to be a role model for Angel. The King felt affection for the Pornstar and it showed. In fact, he often called him "kiddo".

"Hey, Al!" called Angel cheerfully. Lucifer leaned against the edge of the door, looking much less cheerful.

"Angel," replied Alastor politely. He didn't look away from his book and continued sipping his tea.

"Charlie and Vaggie are suggesting we go see a show in town!" exclaimed the Spider Demon enthusiastically. "Are you coming?"

The Radio Demon raised an eyebrow and turned a page of his book.

"What kind of show?" he asked. "I don't think there's anything to see in Hell that could lead souls to redemption."

"Oh, Alastor!" gasped Angel, rolling his eyes. "It's nothing to do with that! It's just an outing between us! So, are you coming? Everyone's coming!"

Alastor finally looked up from his reading, intrigued.

"Everyone?" he asked, glancing at Lucifer. Lucifer winced.

"Not me, bellhop." he grunted in response. "Need someone to watch the hotel."

"Then, I can stay here." sighed the Radio Demon "Go have fun with these trivialities."

"Oh, come on, Al!" exclaimed Angel. "It's going to be fun! It's been a while since we've done this!"

"Because there had already been a first time?" asked Alastor.

"Touché." sneered the Pornstar. "But that makes the event even more important!"

"No," said the Radio Demon.

"Please?" asked Angel, in a pleading tone.

The Overlord looked up at the Spider Demon, who was making an adorable little boil, in an attempt to soften him up. He knew Angel often used this ploy to get what he wanted. He'd seen several residents succumb to this little trick. However, as much as he loved to be wanted, the fact that this insect was making this request left him indifferent.

"Sorry, Angel." he sighed again. "But begging doesn't make me hot or cold. The answer's still no."

Pornstar looked a little disappointed before pouting.

"Whatever you say, sour old man!" he said in a joking tone. "Stay locked up while we go have a blast without you!"

He left the room with a cheerful step. Alastor returned to his reading before realizing that Lucifer was no longer standing in the doorway when Angel had disappeared. Had he left before the discussion was over? Suddenly, he felt a presence close to his ear.

"Please." said a voice in a tone of absolute entreaty.

Alastor closed his eyes as the ball in his chest, which had begun to fade, reformed into a magnificent, burning sensation of power. He cast a dark look of satisfaction in the direction of the sound emission. He quickly met Lucifer's eyes, shining with defiance.

The King shrugged his shoulders and headed for the exit.

"Just to test your claims," he declared. He stopped in the doorway and turned a provocative expression toward him. "Not so indifferent, it would seem."

He left with a satisfied smile as Alastor glared at him.

That little prick.

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Alastor looked down the corridor with undisguised disgust. The decoration of the third floor was Lucifer's responsibility and the Radio Demon was adamant: it was hideous. He didn't know where to start: the shimmering blue tone? The circus imagery that didn't go with the color? Or was it those clown paintings that took up the vast majority of the space? He had the impression that every one of them was watching him, ready to devour him. He'd never been afraid of clowns, oh dear God, no, but he felt like throwing them all away for the affront of looking at him as if he were their breakfast.

He found the person responsible for this carnage a few yards away, as he added a new painting. His annoyance reached its peak.

"Can you stop putting clowns everywhere?!" he snarled. Lucifer ignored him completely. "You know the whole point is to get people to come and win Heaven, not to get them to commit suicide?"

"So, my dearest Alberto," began the King, his tone full of sarcasm. "Everyone loves circus. They're places that bring joy and happiness! When people get to this floor, they'll think: 'Wow! It's like walking into a dream!" "

"They'll mostly turn around and complain to management that we're trying to spy on them." growled Alastor and he tapped the angel's chest with his microphone. "And management is me. So, you're going to give me the pleasure of handing out an appropriate decoration."

"So, little guy." counter Lucifer, who slapped the microphone. "You may be the hotel manager, but my daughter's the boss! So, what she says goes above your orders. Now, she's asked me to manage the decoration of this floor. You can't argue with that."

Frustration was evident in the Radio Demon's features.

"Charlie and I are handling this together," he clarified. "I have the right to give my opinion on what goes on in this place. Your decoration is part of that. So take it down and put the old one back up."

"Oh yes!" ironized Lucifer. "I'm sure the Lovecraftian atmosphere was much more welcoming!"

"At least it had style," said Alastor.

"That's why Charlie asked me to change it," concluded the King with a smug look on his face.

The Radio Demon glared at him as the angel raised an eyebrow in provocation. God, he wanted to silence that laughable little being. Suddenly, Lucifer's face switched between two temporalities: that of the moment, with an expression of defiance, and another of a few months ago, tense and eager, holding back from cumming as he begged. Alastor felt the lump reform in his chest, this urge to make him swallow his smug air turning into an irresistible desire to see him again in a position of weakness. His gaze must have intensified, for Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked. "Do I have something on my face?"

The Radio Demon regained his consistency. He mustn't give in to this impulse.

"Yes, indeed," he replied. The angel seemed surprised and began to touch his head.

"What? What is it?!" he exclaimed, searching for an impurity.

Alastor hummed a little tune before leaning forward, close to his interlocutor's face. The King raised an eyebrow as the Radio Demon detailed him in minute. Finally, he shrugged.

"Sorry, it's just your cake face," he replied sarcastically.

Lucifer grimaced.

"Ah, ah." he said without humor. "Fuck you."

"Oh, you'd love to." growled Alastor.

This led to a silence in the room that the Demon struggled to understand before realizing what he'd just said. He'd gone off the rails again. Hadn't he just said not to give in to this impulse? The situation was out of his control. He had to back down, and fast. Before he could make a move, he suddenly heard a voice speaking in a tone that had an effect on him he couldn't have foreseen.

"Pretty please."

Lucifer stared at him defiantly, though the words that came out of his mouth had nothing to do with his provocative expression. They stared at each other for a long moment, each burning with a vivid, destructive energy. Alastor was about to pounce on the little man in order to dominate him, to put him in his place, to give in to this impulse as he did to the one ordering him to kill, when he heard the elevator door open.

"Alastor?" called Vaggie, arriving quickly at the two companions. The Radio Demon had straightened up quickly to face the newcomer, his expression still as smiling and imperturbable as ever while his body was a veritable rollercoaster. What the hell would have happened if she hadn't appeared? What was wrong with him? This was the first time this had ever happened to him.

Was it sexual desire? No, it didn't seem to be. His body wasn't reacting as if it was. At least, it was as usual. There was only that burning desire in his chest, a desire he already knew from those hunts and murders, but more powerful, uncontrollable. He glanced at Lucifer, who had his back to Vaggie and himself. He had the feeling he didn't want to face them, to avoid showing the obvious signs of his discomfort.

"What is it, dear?" he asked. If the former exorcist found the situation strange, she didn't point it out.

"We need you downstairs," she said, simply. "Can you join us quickly?"

"I'll be right there!" he exclaimed. He readjusted his bow tie and watched Lucifer discreetly.

"Your Majesty." he said, with a slight tone of contempt that in reality was only feigned.

"Bellboy." replied Lucifer, with the same intonation. Alastor seemed to detect the confusion in his voice, but ignored it.

"I expect you to respect my directives," added the Radio Demon.

"Of course," agreed Lucifer. This set Alastor and Vaggie off, and they frowned.

So the Overlord walked away with the former exorcist down the corridor, towards the elevator. When they finally got within a few steps of the elevator, they heard a clicking sound. The two employees frowned, seeing nothing in particular happening. Finally, A1astor laid eyes on the portraits and almost broke his microphone in frustration.

All the clowns in the paintings had been replaced by the Radio Demon in gag-like positions. What all the pieces had in common was that, whatever the position, a middle finger was brandished.

The Overlord fulminated while the former exorcist laughed softly.

That fucking bastard.

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From that day on, Alastor's urges grew stronger and more irresistible. In response, he preferred to keep his distance from the angel. Not that he was running away, no, no, far from it. He was Demon Radio, after all, and it was in front of him that people ran for cover. No, he'd call it more of a strategic retreat. Cliche, but not far from the truth.

He didn't understand what was happening to him. He didn't know why that fireball in his chest reignited whenever Lucifer was around.

At first, he'd told himself it was just because he'd had a good time, weeks ago, soon to be months. So he told himself he'd go back to those old habits, in order to calm the devouring appetite for domination. He'd started hunting again, discreetly, so as not to alert the hotel to his activities. He had succeeded in catching and killing several preachers as well as Hell natives. He tortured them, forcing them to submit and implore him. But nothing worked. Even though it gave him immediate pleasure and relief from the burning, it always returned as a torch whenever he perceived the presence of the King of Hell. And boy, did this place stink of Lucifer. Wherever he was in this fucking city, he could feel the angelic presence ruling it by closing his eyes. He was so disgusted by it that he lived under its control.

He had refuted the sexual impulse for some time. He had looked at his body every time the emotion became intense and it didn't react. He wasn't getting hard, he wasn't feeling any pleasure from touching himself, even though he could feel Lucifer's presence close to him. No, there was nothing sexual about what he was feeling. Not for him. It gave him a similar sensation, perhaps, but it had nothing to do with it. But then, was it really just him who was having this effect on him? That was out of the question. But the more time passed, the less he could deny the possibility. The King of Hell had triggered something in him that he could control less and less.

One evening, a few weeks after their last altercation, they all gathered in the hotel lobby. After the success of their first outing, the hotel's residents had decided to go out more often. This evening was shaping up well for them. Everyone was keen to get out and about in the city of the pentagram. Alastor looked on with a sigh. He'd taken part in a few of these outings and, although he had to admit he'd enjoyed himself, he found them exhausting. Not that he didn't enjoy the action, far from it, but he was much in demand on these excursions and much preferred to drink tea with Rosie, in a calmer, more composed way.

The big absentee from these escapades was Lucifer, who had never taken part in any of them. The official reason was that someone needed to watch over the hotel. The unofficial reason was that the King of Hell was not at all comfortable with the souls he was supposed to govern. In itself, it was an open secret, but no one dared intervene. Give him time, Charlie concluded.

"Are you ready, everyone?" asked Charlie enthusiastically. Lucifer laughed at the situation.

"Sweetie," he said tenderly, "you say that like you know where you're going!"

The young woman laughed, which seemed to bring her father great joy.

"But that's what adventure is all about, Dad!" she exclaimed. "Every outing takes us somewhere unknown!"

"We often end up in the same bar, though." said Husk with a shrug. Angel gave him a playful punch on the shoulder.

"Yeah, but we never get there the same way!" he retorted, eliciting a knowing smile from the Cat Demon.

"You really should come with us, Dad." said Charlie, softly, as she took her father's hands. "I'm sure you'd like that."

Lucifer's smile grew tense and his expression slightly panicked. He forced a laugh.

"Oh, sweetie!" he said playfully, "I'm too old for this crap!"

"For being old, you're faded," Alastor growled softly into his beard.

He didn't think he'd be heard. It had been some time since he'd said so much as a word to the angel. He turned his gaze to him and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you're talking to me again?" blurted the King, which drew the Radio Demon's attention.

"I've had nothing to say to you until now," said the Overlord. He made a gesture as if to shake off some dust. "I wasn't going to keep wasting my breath talking to a senile man."

"Senile, eh?" sneered Lucifer. "Tell me, bellboy, how old did you die? Because judging by your constitution, I'd say around forty. You must not be in the best of physical shape, buddy."

He presented his body to him with a global hand gesture.

"Me, I'm still dashing and only a few millennia old. So no, I'm not faded."

"If that's true," continued Alastor, "then why don't you take your daughter and your friends for a walk? Unless the thousand-year-old being is afraid?"

Lucifer glared at him before smiling provocatively.

"Oh, please!" he said in a pleading but comical tone "Save me from those poor damned!" He gave a forced chuckle before finally declaring, "Don't be ridiculous."

The angel turned his attention to his daughter as the Radio Demon cursed him from the depths of his soul. That alone, that little joke, had broken something in Alastor. It was all over. He could resist no longer. He remained silent as the discussions between the other residents continued. Finally, they began to leave. Charlie looked at the Overlord.

"Are you coming?" she asked. He nodded in the negative.

"I'm sorry, dear," he said, "but tonight I have some business to attend to."

She looked at him for a moment before smiling shyly.

"Have a nice evening, then." she tossed him before exiting the hotel.

Only the two of them remained in the hall. Lucifer stretched with a yawn before turning back to the stairs. He had to be careful, he told himself. He had to wait. The others might retrace their steps. However, all his logical thoughts vanished when he realized that Lucifer was simply ignoring him. With a determined step, he came up behind the angel and put a firm grip on his waist. The King of Hell didn't even have time to let out a startled hiccup as Alastor sank his teeth into the flesh of his neck. A low moan escaped Lucifer's lips as the Radio Demon melted them into the shadows and moved them. When they reached the room the Overlord had chosen, he threw the angel onto the bed. The latter quickly turned to face the Demon, who fell on him with a fever he didn't know he had. He blocked the angel's arms and dominated him with his size and presence. The burning in his chest increased in size as he saw the lost expression of the King of Hell.

"Alastor?" he asked, confused.

"Beg me." ordered the Overlord, his gaze filled with uncontrolled desire. "Anything you want. Ask me to eat or go to the bathroom. Beg me to let you live or just stop. For God sake, if you have to fuck me for it, then do it. Anything, but beg me."

Lucifer was speechless as the Radio Demon thought himself ridiculous. He had literally just prayed to him. It was ironic, wasn't it?

He didn't move an inch, however, looking into the golden and red globes for a reaction from the King of Hell. The latter seemed to digest the information like a ping pong ball: with difficulty. Alastor was beginning to doubt what he'd just done, and a feeling of unease began to invade him. It must have shown in his expression, because suddenly Lucifer began to speak:

"Wait!" he said, as if to hold him back when the Demon hadn't moved. "It's just that... Wow, damn, that's hyper hot. I mean, in the sense that it's sexy, not in the sense that it's hot. After all, we're in Hell, so both are true in themselves, so you could say the situation is hot and I'm hot? And I'm hot because, damn it, it was hot and at the same time, it's hot? No, because it's hot, isn't it? Maybe we should add an air conditioner."

"Lucifer", Alastor reminded him. He could only notice the shiver that ran through the man's body beneath him.

"Sorry." apologized the angel. "It's just that... Fuck."

He bit his lower lip as the red rose to his cheeks.

"Uh." continued the King. "So, you... you want us to do what we did last time?"

The Overlord's ball began to consume him as he heard these words come from the angel's mouth. He lowered his eyes to his partner's crotch and easily noted his arousal. He returned to observing Lucifer's face, which was flushed and never leaving his eyeballs. Alastor then made a decision and moved back to the side of the King, lying on his side, his face level with the angel's, leaning forward to catch the slightest detail of his expression. He then lowered his hand to his partner's lower body, causing Lucifer's eyes to widen in surprise.

"Wait!" he exclaimed again. "You don't have to! I can..."

"No." interrupted Alastor. "I want to do it. Just... tell me how."

They looked at each other for a moment before Lucifer, flushed, grabbed his hand and guided it to his crotch.

"It's not complicated," he whispered. "All you have to do is move your hand up and down and watch my body react."

"Don't hesitate to guide me," ordered Alastor. He received a chuckle in reply.

"Begging, I get it," Lucifer sneered. The Demon looked at him intently.

They started slowly, letting them both get their bearings. It was the first time Alastor had done this with a man. He'd never felt attracted to the male gender until now, and the truth was, it wasn't the male gender that attracted him. It was him. Him specifically. The King played the game with far more experience than his partner. He seemed more used to this kind of situation and Alastor could easily understand why. He is a father, after all. However, he had a few things going for him. He was very observant and paid close attention to his partner. Because he could read him, he would slow down the pace when he saw it was going too fast for Alastor, or too intense. Sometimes he'd cut out moments to just let him breathe, gently encouraging him but never touching him, as if he knew he hated that. None of those previous relationships had ever thought of him like that. None of the women he'd shared a bed with had understood him like this.

When the apotheosis finally came for Lucifer, he didn't even feel disgusted because he could see. Not that he was enjoying the sensation of the liquid on his fingers. But to be honest, he wasn't interested in what was happening below the belt. It was the angel's face that fascinated him. His reactions were a delight. He was the one who'd caused this. Alastor, the Radio Demon, the Overlord, the human, was able to give these expressions to Lucifer, King, Fallen Angel, most powerful Being in Hell, who could kill him with the snap of a finger. The lump in his chest had spread throughout his body and now the heat was bearable, almost pleasant.

Lucifer closed his eyes and tried to regain control of his breathing as Alastor lay entirely beside him. He continued to watch him as the angel regained his senses. The King finally opened his eyes and looked at him for a few seconds before frowning.

"Why do you look at me like that?" he asked "Do I have anything on my face?"

Alastor didn't know what he meant by this, but simply shrugged.

"Yes, you have" he says.

"My cake face, is it?" growled the King. Alastor's smile turned mocking.

"No." he replied. "Semen. Or anything that came out of your penis."

The red in Lucifer's cheeks became much more intense, and the Demon couldn't prevent a teasing little laugh from escaping his lips.

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Since then, their relationship had evolved and Alastor still wasn't sure what to make of it. From time to time, the two of them isolated themselves and enjoyed each other's company. Most of the time, they were just like each other. Always arguing, always provoking, but they had that little something extra that made the Radio Demon feel no more frustration. A warmth emanated from his body that became bearable and pleasant. When this heat became too strong, too intense, he would meet Lucifer in his apartments, who would bring him the relief he needed.

At first, it was awkward. Alastor's demands were brutal and impulsive. He didn't know how to handle the situation, and he was aware of it. But the angel was indulgent. He met his expectations, sometimes without even receiving anything in return, whispering pleas that soothed the Radio Demon's impulses, always respecting his limits. He didn't force him, he wasn't demanding. He was just patient, guiding him into a relationship the Overlord had never known before.

As they went along, Alastor began to take an interest in the King, in the sense that he could notice his wants and needs. He became less selfish in his pleasure and tried to do to Lucifer what he was doing to him. Now comes the discussion of penetration.

It was a normal weekday evening and the Radio Demon was watching the King smiling satiatedly, his eyes closed in satisfaction. Once again, Alastor had given him the pleasure he'd asked for, even if he was beginning to understand his partner's bodily signals. Occasionally, he took the initiative and was rewarded with erratic, spontaneous pleas. However, if the Overlord had learned from these previous partners, it was that it wasn't enough.

"You can penetrate me, you know?" said the Demon simply from start to finish.

Lucifer widened his eyes in surprise before turning his gaze to the bed's second occupant.

"Huh?" the King asked eloquently. Alastor rolled his eyes in frustration.

"During our lovemaking," the Demon clarified. "You can penetrate me. The reverse is not possible, at least not naturally. I can conjure a few things, if you want."

Lucifer propped himself up on his elbows and looked at the Overlord with confusion. The Demon didn't know what to make of his expression.

"What?" he finally says.

"Would you like that?" questioned the King.

"That's not the point," Alastor sighed. "I'm just saying..."

"No, no, no, no, no." cut in Lucifer. "Alastor, this is important to me. Would you like that?"

The Demon remained silent for a moment. He was pondering the situation.

"No." he finally said. It was the truth. He had absolutely no desire for this.

"Then we won't." the King continued with a shrug. "I'm satisfied with the way things are going."

"It never lasts, Lucifer." murmured Alastor, softly, in a breath, which caught the angel's attention.

There was a short silence before the King finally said:

"Look, I don't know what happened in your previous relationships. I don't know your story and I don't care. We..." he hesitated before saying in a much less assured voice, "We're building something. So we might as well make it pleasant for both of us, okay?"

"Are you telling me you've never wanted to fuck me?" questioned Alastor. He received a grunt of frustration.

"No!" he exclaimed, causing the Demon to raise an eyebrow. "I mean, yes, of course I do ! I've fantasized about it before! But that doesn't mean I want to do it."

He ran a hand through his hair.

"Relationships are all about compromise," he explains. "You adapt to the person in front of you, you discuss, you see what pleases him or her. Ecstasy comes with the other person's consent. There's nothing more satisfying than knowing your partner has the same desire as you."

He licked his lips before continuing:

"You took a step forward. You consented to bring me this pleasure. For my part, I did the same. In the end, even though it took effort on both our parts, we both came out ahead." He gave him a sidelong glance, "The day you really want to do this, when it comes from your willingness to consent to a new thing, then we'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, it's okay, we'll go back. There's time to experiment. But it has to be at everyone's discretion."

"So, if I understand correctly," teased Alastor, "it's that the quid pro quo for penetration will be proportional to the effort it requires of me?"

Lucifer laughed, a pure, angelic laugh. Alastor's heart sank.

"That's how deals work, isn't it?" sneered the angel.

Alastor felt a powerful emotion engulf his soul, and he was afraid to put a name to it. He'd only felt this way once before, in a different register, with a different person. The sensation was the same, but the substance was different. He straightened up and moved closer to Lucifer's face to place a long kiss on his lips. Surprised by the gesture, the King remained motionless as the Demon deepened the kiss, placing a warm hand on the nape of his neck. There was nothing lecherous in this exchange. The Overlord was just passing on his gratitude through this contact. When he broke it, they were both embarrassed by the situation. Lucifer gave a tense little laugh.

"On the other hand," he said, in a jovial tone. "You really need to mind your mouth. You've got the breath of a jackal."

Alastor grimaced mockingly.

"If you get those fucking clowns out of the third-floor hallway," he growled.

"Hey, that's not fair!" protested the King.

"What?" teased the Demon. "Proportional to the effort you're asking of me, right?"

Lucifer raised his eyes to heaven.

"Fuck you." he huffed.

"One day, maybe." replied Alastor, raising an eyebrow.

The King chuckled, which made the Demon smile sincerely.

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More time passed and the feeling in Alastor's chest only grew stronger. He was afraid of what it meant, but continued his relationship with Lucifer anyway.

The further they went, the more affectionate the Demon became towards the angel, through small, innocuous gestures. He prepared meals for him. He cleaned up after him when the headstrong King moved on. He listened quietly when he lost himself in his creative train of thought. In the evenings, he made a habit of going to his room to read, sitting in an armchair while Lucifer made those plastic ducks. At first, he could see that the angel was confused by his presence. Normally, Alastor only entered the King's private space to curry favor, not just to spend time in his company. But the Demon felt the need to be at his side. He hadn't known such a state of fulfillment since... since he was abruptly separated from his mother when she died. Overnight, the most important person in his life had disappeared, like a flash of smoke in a magic trick. He'd lived a few more years on Earth before being brutally killed, and he'd never known such a feeling of solitude. His mother was everything to him. She was the person who knew him best, who understood him, who accepted him despite the fact that he was a raging psychopath. She was also the only person who didn't fear him. Now there was this idiot who brought him the same relief.

Lucifer knew who he was. He knew every inch of his soul, for he was a quasi-divine being, the master of Hell. He knew every sin committed by every one of his subjects. He could read their souls as if he were reading a book. He had confessed to him one day when his depression had hit harder than usual. Alastor had asked him why he didn't go out with the others. Lucifer had told him this secret. He'd told him that he saw everything in every preacher he met. It was his curse.

"Everything?" asked the Demon.

"Everything," agreed the angel, looking at him sadly.

Instinctively, Alastor's hand went to his lips, as if to touch the invisible thread of his contract. The King had moved towards him and gently removed his hand to place a kiss on it. It was a new gesture, surely unthought-of, for Lucifer was in a state of powerful distress. He ignored the gesture, which had disturbed him. It was one more compromise in their relationship. It was all very well for him to indulge in this romantic mawkishness for the loneliness it filled within him.

Their relationship was beginning to permeate their daily lives and was increasingly noticed by the other residents. No one had said anything to Alastor, however. From what Lucifer was telling him, he hadn't had any feedback either. The Demon couldn't care less. In fact, their bond wasn't all that different. They were just more patient with each other than they had been at first. Arguments and provocations were common, but they happened less frequently.

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Alastor held his bloodied arm and swore at the deep wound. The demon that had already attacked the hotel had launched a new offensive, and there were many of them. Very many. The Radio Demon was standing at the hotel entrance, defending it against the onslaught of sinners and underworld natives. Suddenly, the demon, as powerful as an Overlord, had inflicted a cut on his arm, almost slicing him in two. Alastor then erected a shield between the enemies and the hotel, protecting the residents from the frontal assault. Charlie, Vaggie, Husk and Niffty stood beside him. Charlie looked with panic at the cut on his arm, but Alastor took no notice. He was already thinking about what to do next. His protection wasn't going to hold and, if the demon had wounded him, then he could easily overcome the others, who were far less powerful than him. Except for Charlie, but she was a special case. She couldn't master her powers. So she was useless right now. He'd tried to convince her to learn to use her strength, but to no avail. She was too afraid of herself to be able to control herself.

As Vaggie looked at his wound, he heard the rustle of wings coming towards them. He looked up at the same time as the rest of them and saw Lucifer coming down carrying Angel in his arms, like a princess. The situation was rather comical, the King being literally a third of the Spider Demon's size, which meant he was in a rather uncomfortable position. When they landed, Angel emerged from Lucifer's embrace, who was looking on in all seriousness as the attackers crowded against the wall.

"Guys, we're in deep shit!" he exclaimed as he approached them with great strides. "See those bastards?" he pointed at the wall. "There's twice as many of them on the other side! And they're coming fast!"

"Are you serious right now?!" exclaimed Husk as he looked at Angel. "How the hell did that clown manage to recruit so many people?!"

"I don't know!" exclaimed Angel, placing a hand on the Cat Demon's shoulder. "But I'll say it again, we're in deep shit!"

"No, we'll be fine," said Lucifer. He turned his attention back to the other residents of the hotel. He stared at Alastor: "Bellboy, you've got to take care of those coming up behind. We'll stay up front to contain the bulk of the assault. If I'm there, they'll concentrate on me. That'll give you time to take care of those bastards and come back to lend us a hand."

The other residents looked at the King as if he'd gone mad. Alastor, for his part, waited for what was to come, although a familiar sensation was growing in his chest.

"Wait, sir." asked Vaggie, stunned. "Are you sure about this?"

"Of what?" questioned Lucifer. He raised an eyebrow. "Why, do I look hesitant?"

"Luci!" exclaimed Angel. "We just saw thousands of demons charging at us! As powerful as he is, Alastor can't handle them all!"

"Of course he can, kiddo!" sighed the angel. "It's small fry, nothing out of the ordinary."

"Dad." said Charlie suddenly, his tone genuinely concerned. "Alastor's hurt."

A worried expression settled over Lucifer's features as he stepped towards the Radio Demon. He looked at the cut on his arm and suddenly seemed more relieved.

"Ah, this?" he said. "It's nothing!"

"His arm's almost cut in half," Vaggie added, eyebrows furrowed, clearly disapproving.

"Vaggie." said the King. "It's not an injury like that that's going to stop Bellboy."

"You could at least treat him!" exclaimed Charlie angrily.

"I might as well save my power for the fight," the angel defended. "He'll do just fine on his own."

He turned to the Radio Demon, an expression of pure confidence on his face.

"As soon as you're done, cover the rear with protection like this, we never know. And hurry back, we're going to need you."

The feeling in Alastor's chest swelled at these words and he felt like he was going to explode. Lucifer rolled up his sleeves and turned to face the attackers.

"Dad!" exclaimed Charlie. "You overestimate him!"

"On the contrary, sweetie," he replied firmly. "It's you who underestimates him."

That was the last straw. The Radio Demon straightened up, to the protests of the other residents. He paid them no mind, however. His target was right in front of him. So small and yet so imposing in its aura, in its presence, in the emotions it aroused in him. He took a determined step towards the angel.

"Lucifer", he called in a voice that had no radio echo. This surprised everyone present, including the main man, who turned to him, eyes wide.

"Alastor?" he asked, bewildered by the Overlord's tone and use of his first name.

The Demon moved swiftly towards his target and, with his able-bodied, blood-covered hand, grabbed the angel's neck. With one gesture, he bridged the gap between them and passionately embraced the King of Hell. With this gesture, he conveyed all the feelings he was experiencing at the moment: the exhilarating sensation of being considered powerful, the pride he felt at being treated as an equal, the gratitude of being understood by another to an extent he hadn't known for a long time. And then this affection. That damn affection that had been polluting him for some time now. When he broke contact, their lips were swollen from the intensity of the kiss they'd shared. Lucifer looked at him with many complex feelings. Finally, Alastor caressed his partner's cheek with his bloody hand, leaving a red trace on the angel's mother-of-pearl skin.

"As soon as we're done dealing with this shit, we're going to that damn room and you're going to take me in any position you want, as many times as you want." he ordered. Lucifer's cheeks quickly flushed and his expression, once complex, was now bemused, although Alastor could see excitement in his pupils.

The Demon moved away as he heard Angel exclaim, "I knew it! "

It wasn't a compromise. It was a gift that he gave him willingly. To thank him for making him fall in love.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #radioapple #For Mature Audience #A bit OOC I guess #hope you like it

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hiemaldesirae · 20 days

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Arrax here: this idea is kinda funny/weird, but I'm in a weird mood so: (also Hannibal/Hazbin Hotel crossover) Vox has NEVER told anyone how he died. EVER not even Alastor knows....well one person knows. Lucifer. Vox and Lucifer made a deal--because Hannibal killed Vox. Vox at least wanted to know if 'the fucker,' ate him. (The answer is no. Why did Hannibal kill Vox? The FBI team picked up Vox the Priest cough-cult leader-cough as a suspect, and Vox figured out who the real killer was via the clues given in his interrogation and because of Hannibal's fucking name.) ("Like, Hannibal the Fucking Cannibal? He was right there, the whole TIME! AND THEN THE MOTHERFUCKER DIDN'T EVEN EAT ME!") The deal with Lucifer is simple show Vox what happened to his body after death, and Vox will be....Lucifer's best friend?? Uh, okay whatever his majesty wants.

It goes well during the 7 years Alastor's gone. It's okay during his return, as most of the dates? Friendship meetings? Are at the palace and they play video games and just genuinely fuck around having fun. (Vox may give Lucifer ideas on how to fuck Mammon over, time to time. It is funny.)

However, do to helping Lucifer deal with Mammon Vox gets pulled into something....else. Apparently, some sinner is playing dad with the princess, and Lucifer doesn't want his first visit with her in ages to go wrong. So he takes Vox along--Vox doesn't want to go--AT ALL, but a deal is a deal, and....in all Honesty Lucifer is one of the few beings he can call a friend now. So he goes, thinking it's probably Husk or Maybe Angel Dust--easily dealt with sinners for the King of Hell with his overlord best friend cheering him on.

This unfortunately is not the case. Vox feels his suspicions rise when Lucifer winks at him and says wait out hear for a minute, and don't worry about anyone sensing you. I've hidden you.

It's not until Vox it literally summoned into a middle of a song off-- "Have you met my bestie, Vox? (Shared duet between Vox and Lucifer with Vox in his Priest outfit:) They say, when you're looking for assistance (Vox takes over every electric device and broadcasts Lucifer's Voice, here, cutting out Alastor's parts.) It's smart to pick the path of least resistance

Others say, that in your needy hour (here Vox drops to his knees in prayer while Lucifer unfolds his wings and surrounds Vox with them)

There's no substitute for pure angelic power! " They finish their part of the song off, with Lucifer gently picking Vox up and setting him on his feet, easily giving the TV overlord a side hug.

With Lucifer's right arm around him, and the sudden screech of radio static mixed with angry stag echoes through the air as the princess claps her hands--"Dad, you have a friend?!? Besides the sins?!?"

Vox however is wide eyed at the very angry Alastor, whose radio dial eyes are on the King's arm, still wrapped tightly around Vox's shoulders.

It's then, the TV overlord realizes he really should have taken the damn joint Val offered him that morning.

IM GONNA CRY. where the HELL did that first part come from arrax your mind is wonderful LMFAOO i can just imagine the absolute shock and indignation on voxs face (screen??) when hes going like 'MOTHERFUCKER DIDNT EVEN EAT ME??' thats perfect. thats great thank you so much for that contribution

OH MY GOD. alastor would be fuming at the part where vox starts praying i just know it he'd be like '...whys he not praying for me. why is it for that 4'2 little gremlin absentee father BITCH' im going to scream and cry this is SO FUCKING FUNNY HAHAHAG

like. like. look at what i see okay i will illustrate it (metaphorically) for you guys

vox: heyyyy uh. luci, your majesty, big man, could you consider letting me go since the song's done and all.... (very vehemently not looking in alastors direction)

lucifer: no can do bestie! so, char-char, have you been introduced to my Best Friend (has also noticed alastor's Very Negative Attention and instead of looking away is locking eyes with him)

charlie: um! well.............. about that......... (thinking back to the meeting with valentino) so. uh,

meanwhile alastor looks like a rabid animal in the background

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #radiostatic #i think. this is what you were going for right #general asks #lucifer/vox bestie au

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mariyekos · 12 days

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Saw some great Dante art on Twitter and now my head is spinning with a new HC.

I've HC'd Dante having a scar over his chest from the Yamato+Rebellion stabbings for a while, and I've also tossed around HCs about Dante and Vergil sort of aging out of their humanity. (The tl;dr of that is their human side ages until it "dies" and they're left with their demon forms being the default, so they have to imitate a human form to look human, a la Sparda). In the art I linked above, instead of having a normal scar over his chest, he has this glowing mini-cavity/void instead.

In comes the HC-

So, when Dante is first stabbed in DMC3, the scar over his heart starts as a normal scar. Maybe over the next couple of years it lightens and looked kind of odd, but Dante chalks it up to just being a magical scar and doesn't pay that much attention to it (because he doesn't like thinking about why he has it). Then DMC 1 happens, he's stabbed by Rebellion (and Alastor) again, and the next time he sees himself shirtless in a mirror he realizes wait, the center of his chest is definitely glowing. Faintly, but glowing nonetheless.

From then on the glow would gradually increase, going from looking like skin with a glow to actually seeming like a void of light over his sternum (see the art above, plus DMC4 DT included below). The older he gets the larger the glowing portion grows, and the more intense the glow becomes (from illuminated skin to void of light). At first it freaks him out, but he eventually learns to accept it and stops caring too much.

His shirts in DMC4/5 have a little bit of a lower neckline than would work for this idea, but let's just say he'd keep his shirt zipped/buttoned up about an inch higher, and that the glow started more toward the center of his chest rather than sternum. The DT glows are pretty centered after all. After unlocking his SDT in DMC5 the glowing portion would end up high enough to not be hidden by his DMC5 shirt though. I imagine him ignoring Nero's questions on that when they meet back up for chapter 13, and that Lady and Trish already knew to some extent so they didn't bother asking. Maybe he'd eventually figure out to mask it, but it would be something he'd have to intentionally do, rather than the default.

Putting some pictures of his DT illustrating what I mean below the cut, but that's about it! The tl;dr of this one is "wouldn't it be cool if Dante's chest in his human form ended up glowing as he aged, to match his demon form?"

I'm skipping over his DMC1 triggers because they don't really match his DT in other games and don't fit into my view on this. DMC1 was the game where they were figuring things out.

DMC2-

I'll be honest, I haven't played DMC2. But looking it up Dante has 2 forms, including this one which has the glowing fissure in the chest. It's a thin cross that goes all the way up/down his chest as opposed to the thinner, deeper triggers in 4 and 5, but it's the start of the fissure designs so I'll run with it!.

DMC3-

Dante's DT is very fluid in DMC3, but doesn't have the glowing chest. His sternum is pretty prominent though. My explanation for these DTs is that Dante is younger as of DMC3, so the glow hasn't started yet because his demon side is still maturing.

DMC4-

And here's the real start of fissure/light-void chest Dante. This one also forms a cross, but the bulk of it is I'm the center of the chest, and the sort of "light-void" I imagine appearing on Dante's chest is one that would eventually grow to look like the center of this one.

DMC5-

Dante's normal DT in DMC5 has just about the same design as the DMC4 one so I'm skipping that, but his Sin Devil Trigger keeps that glowing chest look. In game the SDT is referred to as Dante's "true form," which gives this one extra points. Where his normal DT is like a glow coming out from the chest, this one is a glow within his core that's being guarded by the pieces around/over it.

#dmc #dante dmc #eruwrites #erurandomness #erubabbles #devil may cry #hcs

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seas-storyarchive · 1 month

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Lens Flair - What if

Note: this has Angel and Alastor friendship; could be seen as Radiorose (if not in one-sided)

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It started as a taunting gift from Angel.

Hmm.. no, can't kill him. Valentino would call for war. Not to mention Charlie would be angry with him. No, no, that simply wouldn't be do.

He was hesitant, at first. He had his monocle, his vision was leagues better in death than it had been in life. So..

"Angel Dust?"

"Yeah, Smiles?" Angel was sitting with the others, most likely for cover from whatever Alastor would potentially do to him.

"Why on earth did you get me.. these?" He showed the item, they were red glasses with black rims.

So, he didn't sound mad? Well, not yet anyways. "Oh! It's cause yous like ta read, and ya squint a lot when yous confused at somethin', and I thought it'd be a nice way not ta strain yer lookin' at all dhose small prints or gettin' lost in da mental sause or whatevah's up dhere." Angel waved an arm about to illustrate his point. "Gotta keep dhem doe eyes looking wide, afta all. Let me know if dhey work alright, or if ya need a prescription pair, I got a guy dhat owes me a favor."

He looked at the glasses in his hands, feeling conflicted. "Hmm..." Dare he put them on? In front of others? Well, he was no stranger to glasses.. but..

"Here, lemme help ya." When the fuck did Angel get up and come so close!?

"Hmm!?" Alastor was frozen, like a dear in headlights, when Angel pulled the arms of the glasses open and carefully slid them onto Alastor's face.

Despite how having human ears anymore and the constant hair products, Alastor's hair still retained enough thickness to hold the glasses in place along with his nose.

Seeing the world through red lenses? Hm.. wonderful! Oh, if only they had these in his time! What a world of difference it would have made!

"Hey, Smiles." The snapping of fingers in front of him made him blink and his ears twitch.

Alastor looked up to see Angel had backed away a bit, one lower hand holding the elbow of the upper hand that wasn't in his face, trying to decide if he liked the image.

"How you feelin'-!?" A hug. A fucking hug. Initiated, by Alastor. Angel hesitantly hugged him back, as Alastor wasn't known for his hugs and- was that a tail that was brushin' against his lower arms! Holy hell!

"Wonderful, my fine fellow." He pulled back to smile at Angel. "One would even say.. enriched."

"Well, let's see." He turned to the others on the couch and chairs, watching. Al's face mostly blocked by Angel, so they weren't seeing much. "Nifft, can I see the book Al was readin'?"

"Okay!" Niffty grabbed the book and hopped off the couch, making her way over. Her eye widened when she saw Alastor's face, gasping. "Oh, Alastor sir! You look great!" She said as Angel took the book from her.

There was a very soft noise of something brushing against fabric - oh yea, the tail - as Alastor smiled at Niffty. "Why thank you, Niffty! I feel, well, simply nifty."

"Don't count it yet, let's check dhat readin' ah yours." Angel opened to the first page, mindful of the satin bookmark halfway through, holding it up. "Can you read dhis?"

Alastor tried, and found out he could - the noise getting louder as he made a 'happy deer noise' as Charlie and Niffty joked once. "Ho ho! Why, I haven't been able to see this clearly since 1931 when I got a new prescription! I'd venture to say that this is the clearest that everything has ever been!"

"Ignorin' dhat littl' tidbit for now- you ready ta put on a show?" Angel asked with a smirk.

"I suppose..?" Alastor tilted his head, squinting - nope, glasses seemed to only make this funnier. But Angel wisely kept it quiet as he turned around.

"Alright, yous mugs! Get ready fer a surpise.." Angel paused, and turned to Alastor, "wait, Smiles, do the creepy neck thin- yea, that.." creepy eyes on the back of his head bitch. "Oh, wait! Can you strike a pose - oh dhere's da money maker baby!"

Angel turned back to the crowd, clearing his throat. "Now, please give a round ah applause fer Smiles and his new eyewear!" He stepped away from Alastor.

They saw the back of his head, nothing new, while his body was in a performative pose.

"And- turn, baby! Show off dhat money maker!" Angel encouraged, his hands held up to form a square to 'focus' on Alastor.

Turn Alastor did, a wide and friendly smile on his face, to show off his new eyewear.

Husk spat out his drink. Vaggie's mouth dropped open. Lucifer cut himself while carving a duck. Charlie and Rosie - she'd helped Angel pick out the glasses, of course she was there - were silent.

Charlie was the first to speak, seeing the slow deflation of Alastor's face. "Oh Al! You look amazing!" She stood up with a smile, walking towards him and taking his hands.

"Y- you really think so?" Alastor asked, with a stutter, embarrassed. "I uh.. I have a face meant for radio and all, so I never truly considered getting a new prescription in death.."

"Uh, yeah! You look amazing!" Charlie turned to the room. "Right, everyone?" She squinted her eyes a bit in warning.

"Uh, yeah.. nice eyewear." Husk said, in fear of his life, before quickly starting to chug his beer.

"Not bad, Antlers." Lucifer said, finally mentally saying 'fuck it' and summoning a first aid kit.

"It suits you, truly." Ah, Vagatha.. always so curt with him.

And now, always time for the honest opinion of-

"Why I must say!" Rosie was fanning her face and - was she blushing!? "I wasn't expecting those to be such a perfect fit."

Oh.. oh, Alastor could work with this.

"Really? How so?" Alastor grinned at he moved away from Charlie to prance about - also testing his spacial awareness with the glasses.

"Oh, you know! I just.. glasses, and you, and your.. your immaculate image! I didn't want to up end-"

Alastor was suddenly in her face - nose to nose, for lack of a comparison, good ol' Alastor and ignoring boundaries - and all words died in Rosie's mouth. Oh, oh no - he's hot!

"Up end, how?" Alastor grinned as he asked her - breath of death be damned. "I think these make me look more, hm, articulate with my facial expressions." He batted his doe eye lashes at her. "Don't you think?"

Fuck! Fucking fuck! Rosie had trapped herself, the sound of sharp nails gripping and tearing into upholstery was heard.

And then - this little moment was ruined.

"Yeah! Get it, babies!" Angel whistled and started to whoop.

Alastor pulled away too quick for Rosie's liking, but at the same time she was also relieved.

"Well! If you'll all excuse me," Alastor backed up from Rosie, a smile of - oh, so triumph was what he was going for.. that bitch, "I must prepare for a radio broadcast!" And then, he vanished into shadows.

"Um, Rosie?" Charlie's voice made Rosie snap her head towards her. "Are.. are you okay?" Was she.. smiling?

"Y- yes. I'm.. I'm fine." No, she was not. She stood up, retracting her nails from the chair. "I, have some business to tend to in Cannibal Town! Fair well for the day, all!"

And, she was gone. After a minute..

"Damn, Smiles got a way wit' da ladies!" Angel said with a grin as he laughed. "Did you see dah way dhat chick looked at Smiles? Looked like she was ready for some bow-chicka-wow-wow!"

"Angel Dust, please!" Charlie scolded.

"What? You heard how she grippped Smiles' chair!" Angel laughed. "Oh! Oh man! At least now, I don't gotta teach Smiles how to charm someone! Kid's doing fine on his own!" He was now doubled over.

"Didn't think he had it in him." Husk said, before going to down another drink to get rid of the images the first one disgustingly left him with.

"Guys.." Charlie was trying to get them to stop.

"Seriously. Stop it." Vaggie had to agree with Charlie.

Angel kept laughing. "Hey- hey Luci? What you think? Smiles on top?"

Lucifer gave an ungodly snort. "Guy is definitely a power bottom with her."

Angel was now on the floor. "That's even funnier holy shit!"

Niffty's eye widened. "New lore.." She then rushed off to go write her stories.

"Charlie, let's just leave them be." Vaggie said, guiding Charlie out of the room.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel what if #radiorose #could be #one sided radiorose #also could be #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie

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ask-the-hazbin-host · 3 months

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Salutations!

Anything to ask The Radio Demon? Tune on in!

[A Hazbin Hotel Ask/RP blog with illustrated responses when I can manage

Canon and headcanon based portrayal

Some headcanons that I will base my portrayal on:

Alastor is, in fact, sex repulsed

Alastor, however, isn't entirely closed to the idea of romance, he's just oblivious, as well as difficult to get through to

Alastor isn't (yet) aware of his own sexuality

mora tba

Information for long form roleplay:

feel free to discuss plots ooc beforehand, but making it up on the spot is alright too

OC friendly

selective with crossovers

no NSFW plots

when it comes to romantic plots I strongly suggest we discuss it beforehand, because building a romance with this character won't be easy and it'll take time

also will be a bit selective for romance plots

my writing format is: 3rd person narration, literate, novella style, quotation marks (as opposed to asterisks or brackets)

not picky about tenses

it isn't necessary for you to match my writing style but I have a preference for those who do

will add anything if needed

Other rp accounts:

@ask-the-big-boss-of-hell-himself

@ask-the-imp-founder

@ask-the-fizz

Mod info:

Jackson or Jax

he/him

personal blog: @mandaloresson

ko-fi]

#hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #the radio demon #ask hazbin #hazbin rp #hazbin hotel fanart #art

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nokingsonlyfooles · 2 months

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Finish the Feed and Plug the Thing(s?)

It's the thing! You know! The thing! You've seen the thing, haven't you? You're on the internet, you must like things! This one is so rare I don't even post it every day! Ooooh, maybe you should CLICK the thing?

It should be illustrated but I'm slow at that right now and I got bored with not putting up new instalments. It's got text-based steampunk marginalized techno-wizards in it, though! Magic is code and code is magic!

Today there's a new instalment!

I'm lookin for readers! And if you're reading, you gotta tell me, 'cos my hit counter is free and buggy AF. I'll never see you for sure unless you say something!

Current known readers: 3 (hi!), 1st Goalpost: 10?

Current supporters: 1 (hi Kith!), 1st Goalpost: 5?

And under the cut, a sample... er, a sample from a WIP that's only tangentially related because I need to get over the fear of showing it to people gradually or I'll never put it up anywhere. Thanks for volunteering to help me with my mental health! CW: Language, abuse, trauma, two sluts being slutty because that's how they relate to people, etc...

[Soooo... This is what I'm writing right now instead of getting the NDA out of Cyre. I know I shouldn't be, but it's getting to be like samefooding when I'm stressed. Pretty stressed due to new meds that are rewiring my brain in fun new ways, and I keep goin' back to it.

[But, honestly, Satan laid eggs in my brain, this hatched, and it's still hatching. I know I shouldn't mix my original work with toys that don't belong to me, it's tacky and possibly illegal, but so am I. I just wish I could be those things unselfconsciously. Scared to show anyone but the spouse likes it and I wanna encourage him to put himself out there more so... I'M DOIN IT FOR YOOOOOU, BABE!

[But just a contextless sample for now...]

“No, no, I prefer the kitchen. One should always serve one’s friends in the kitchen, it’s just more personable. It’s just, they used to lock me out of mine. Sharp objects, you know.”

Angel stretched across the doorway, two hands on either side. “And, are ya cool with sharp objects now?”

David waggled a hand. He brushed politely past. “Oh, more or less. I’ll give you a dramatic, screaming heads up if I have an urge to stab myself, all right? Or maybe…” He paused and laid a hand on the countertop. “Your bread box is snoring. Also, there is a sticky note on it that says, ‘Do Not Open, Not Bread’?”

“It’s Niff,” Angel said. He pulled David away. “And she sleeps with a cleaver, so… Eh, just keep ya voice down.”

“And don’t open it?”

“Yeah.”

Angel started to put the coffee together. David sat at the kitchen table, wary of opening anything at all.

“Carmine would give you a job makin weapons in a heartbeat,” Angel said, without looking over. “S’long as that metal thing don’t tire ya out like the mind control. But the rent’s free, and the food’s free — when there’s food.”

“Oh. Well, that’s nice to know.”

“There’s usually some jambalaya in the fridge, since Alastor showed up.”

“He cooks?” David touched a hand to his head, blinking. “Good Lord, I think I cook. No, that’s not me. I’m sorry, I did say I had to pick up a lot of my memories second-hand. I swiped most of them off this poor, stupid kid, and I have some of his too. He cooks. It’s all very cheap and easy, but there are a lot of fancy desserts. The boy has a mad passion for fancy desserts, and he can’t afford them if he doesn’t make them himself.”

“How did you leverage your memories out of a stupid kid, if ya don’t mind my askin?”

“Well, I can’t read minds, but he can, and I happened to be living rent free in his head at the time. Coincidentally, he knew someone who knew me quite well, and he read her mind, and then I used him to read her some more…” David shook his head. “It’s weird here, but it’s not un-weird where I come from. You have no idea.” He chuckled. “Things are weird all over, to the best of my recollection. Fancy a midnight tiramisu, Mr. Dust?”

“Maybe. If ya can do me a cannoli, I’m interested…”

“Is that what they’re calling it in Italy? ‘A little midnight cannoli,’ yes. Well, perhaps not little…”

“Pretty sure I was in that film already, and if I wasn’t, I’m stealing that title. That’s porno gold.”

David rested his chin on clasped hands. “I do love movies. Are any of yours playing?”

“Lots, I got some on my phone, but before we get into that, someone better tell you: your new best friend ain’t interested in either kinda cannoli. I haven’t seen that guy get anywhere near sex or sugar, barring that muffin, so that means you haven’t either.”

David scoffed. “When we are very manly, masculine and secure, one needs must flee, screaming, from muffins and cock. What else is a real man to do?”

Angel set two coffee mugs on the table with a clunk, and leaned over David. “Any kinda sex.”

“Oooooh.” David snickered. He added a large dollop of Irish cream to each mug, then perched on his chair like an eager girl at a slumber party. “Repressed or queer?” He laughed. “Or both?”

“How is no-sex-at-all queer?”

“Well, it annoys the hets and challenges their antiquated social institutions.”

“Aw, Christ.” Angel thudded two sets of elbows on the table and put his head in one set of hands. “Don’t tell him, alright? Please don’t tell him. If I run into that guy at a leather bar, he’ll put me off sex for life… He’ll fuckin convert me!”

“Maybe you’ll convert him?”

“That’s even worse!” Angel laughed. “Oh, God, I might’ve, a couple months ago, but we been through some shit. It’s too weird. It got real weird.”

“Anything I should know?”

The spider sighed. “Probably.” He paused with a hand on his chest fluff. “I’m not a hundred-percent sure he knows. He don’t watch TV.” He shook his head and drew out his phone. “But he probably knows. At least some of it.” He offered David a single earbud.

“Is it an upper or a downer?”

“Jesus.” Angel stood and wandered behind David’s chair. “It’s so we don’t wake Niff. Ya got ears? Ya got ears goin on in there?”

David patted his own head, and flaming hairstyle, with a hand. “I must have something…” He accepted the earbud and eventually found some kind of structure that would allow it. “Ooh, I like that! It’s catchy! Is that you?”

“Fuck,” Angel fumbled his phone and closed out an app.

“Aww.”

“It’s just a demo.” He looked aside. “It’s some shit I made up when I was dissociatin. I imagined a whole dance number, but I dunno... I sounded sexier in my head.”

“You sounded sexy enough in mine.”

Angel looked up, with a brief smile. “You’re cute, Dave.”

David winced. “Sorry. My dear little namesake uses that. I don’t, but…” He sighed and shrugged. “Oh, well. He’s not here. I don’t mind it from you.” He smiled. “And there’s something about the other name you don’t like, so forget it. ‘Dave Valentine’ it is!” The smile faded. “No?”

Angel looked pained. “It’s not that, it’s… We’re havin some trouble with Vees. Ya might wanna lose the other half of that. It might getcha in trouble. And ya don’t wanna get in trouble with that guy… those guys.”

“Oh, I don’t mind changing up the last name at all,” David said. “I often do! It’s not as if I have a family I care about. I’m just awfully fond of twee little heart motifs and… and… uh… butterflies?”

Angel was clutching his phone so hard his hand was shaking. That last word even warranted a shudder.

David got up and backed away until his hip hit the counter. He leaned against it and peered into his coffee cup. He spoke softly, “Is your Mr. Vee who may or may not be fond of hearts or butterflies a work friend or a friend-friend?”

“Neither.” Angel turned away. “Work.”

“Ah.” David nodded. He toyed with the rim of his cup. “Might someone help you fill out a letter of resignation?”

Angel shook his head.

“Oh, well. If that’s how it is, that’s just how it is.” David crept a little closer and put an experimental hand near him, just on the table. When there was no objection, he smiled and left it there. “If you ever need anyone to spot you some extra concealer…” He trailed away. “Though I doubt I have your shade.” He poked at the back of his own orange hand. “Or mine, come to think of it.”

Angel looked up. He covered David’s hand with one of his own. “That mind-control thing, does that work on everyone?”

David looked pained. “I… I don’t know how it works here. I’ve met people it doesn’t work on at all, and some of them shake it off. I think… I think I’ve done some experimenting. There are other places, other parts of me that know more about it, I might go back and remember… But I don’t know if any of that applies here. I can’t guarantee it. And… That wouldn’t be safe for you, would it?”

The spider sighed. He turned away again.

The bird offered a faint smile. “I might tell him to kill himself, if Charlie lets me. If it landed, would that fix it?” He put up a hand. “If it didn’t, you could always tell him I’m an insane ass and let him take it out on me. I can’t be killed, and I have excellent pain tolerance, especially when…”

Now Angel put up a hand, and David quieted.

“She won’t let you,” the spider said. “Not like that. She thinks everyone can be better.”

“Oh, she is adorable. But we know better, don’t we?”

Angel put a casual elbow on the table and his head in his hand. He regarded David out of the corner of one eye. “You still usin extra concealer on a regular basis? Wherever the resta you is?”

“Oh, no, I prefer to damage myself now.” David smiled. “I’m freelancing!”

“Like how you don’t like sticky drinks and hate fun?”

“He’s dead,” David said flatly. He smiled again, a perfectly hideous smile. “I killed him, of course.”

Angel sat up, more shocked than surprised. “What? You? How?”

“What?” David shooed him away. “Oh, it was ages ago. A gun or something. It’s not important. I’ve quite forgotten.”

Angel frowned. He nodded. “Uh-huh. Yeah. I shot Val a whole buncha times too.” He picked up his phone. “So, the thing is…”

David pushed the phone back down to the table, scowling. “The thing is, that thing was supposed to be my father. On paper, at least. So I couldn’t do it right away. Not if I wanted to get away with it. A person has to be practical. I am a very practical person.”

[Yeah, I started writing that part just to see if it was worthwhile and I actually got David to cough up one of his three backstories, all of which are embellished to the point of absurdity but partly true. I've been meaning to write those out forever and this tricked my brain into doing it. I had to put him on equal footing with another traumatized person and pour Irish coffee on him in a corporeal form that gets drunk for real, but I got it out of him! So I went back to write the beginning and now it's *checks* 69 pages long. Oh. Nice!

[It's gotta go up somewhere because I can't help but say it's canon for David, but maybe he just did a shitton of god drugs and passed out in front of Amazon Prime, ya know? That's probably it.]

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fourandmoreeyes · 11 months

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[Heartless] The Fateful Encounter

Good job, me. I completely forgot I had a tumblr. In any case, I've found some inspiration lately in the form of @abd-illustrates-art. A friend sent me his YouTube channel, and I ended up navigating to his Concept Corner playlist wherein I saw his characters for a still-in-progress idea called Heartless. I highly recommend.

A disclaimer: these are my interpretations of things. While watching the CC playlist, I thought of a scene with the main character having a mission go wrong and also coming in contact with (one or two of) the BBEG(s). Nothing's set in stone here. Just having a bit of fun.

In any case, preamble aside, let's get into it.

It was hard to see past the smoke billowing from the crater. Every time Heartless tried to call out to his friends, he choked on his voice. “Alche—!” Another cough. “F… Flint—!” He grabbed his throat and backed away from the smoke.

“We’re all right!” shouted a voice past the cloud.

“Get the crystal and go!” shouted someone else.

Heartless spun around, looking frantically for the dull coloured crystal. “I can’t! I won’t leave you!” But he needed to find that crystal. It helped take the burden off his magical core; it empowered him. It… spoke to him? It was hard for him to understand, but if he could grab it, he knew that he’d get some answers.

“Can you really afford to say such a thing with that bleeding heart of yours?”

Heartless froze, and then the smoke suddenly exploded outward, spreading in all directions. Heartless raised his arms to protect his face and eyes as much as he could as he watched the well-dressed form descending from the crest of the crater. This figure was pale, sickly looking almost, and those dull eyes were trained directly on Heartless.

Heartless dropped his arms and began walking backwards. He kept his gaze trained on the figure slowly advancing on him, strolling with unnerving grace, gaze never wavering.

“Who is that?” Heartless heard followed by a more panicked,

“Flint, get down!”

The ground shook with a sudden attack. Alchemy and Flint cried out, and the sounds of combat burst into the air. Heartless whipped his head in the same direction as the voices, compelled to run to them in spite of the danger looming nearby.

“You—”

“—should pay attention,” the pale man said. He stopped on the gentle slope and canted his head down. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinising Heartless from afar. “Ah.” Before long, he sighed, closed his eyes, and shook his head. “Is this the true potential of magic…?”

Heartless frowned, looking at the man now. “What…?”

“Something like yourself… was created with the ‘miracle’ of magic.” The man raised a hand and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it further away from his face. “Is this defiance of nature something worth celebrating?”

Heartless stopped and stared at the man now. Though he wanted to go to his friends, he just couldn’t let this kind of insult stand. “I don’t know why I’m here… or why I’m like this― But you don’t have any right to judge!” He pointed at the man. “Who are you!”

The man listened, silently, his expression slightly more bothered than before. He removed his hand from his hair with a fan of his fingers. His hand moved in an arch, but even from this distance, Heartless felt a shift in the air. He had a feeling that things were going to go from bad to worse…

“I am Alastor Creed, member of the Jury.” He held his hand out at his side, palm up towards the sky. “I am, by all means, more than qualified to judge.”

“I—”

“You are dead.” Alastor charged forward. “I tire of speaking.”

He’s fast!

But Heartless was confident that he was faster. He moved backwards and kept the distance between him and the stranger. He felt the shadows at his feet, and they gave him more speed. This area was filled with still magic, and Heartless called upon anything that would bolster his own body. Strength and speed—those would be the most ideal. He could knock this guy over, get to Flint and Alchemy, and hopefully, get back into town before anything happened.

Something headed his call, and he leapt off his shadow. It twisted into a tight ball of dual-toned energy. Heartless volleyed the burning orb between his feet, allowing it to gather more and more magic until it flashed bright when it was complete. He rolled the ball onto the curve of his foot, kicked it up to his knee, and then knocked it up to slam his forehead against it.

The magic broke and flooded over his body. It sank into his body, took roots deep within him, and Heartless’ eyes glowed with the new power. He surged to the still advancing stranger, determined to take him out so that he could get to his friends.

But then, it felt like a sledgehammer cracked between his shoulder blades. His body felt suddenly empty, hollow; the magic core fueling his body stuttered out for a few seconds, and so Heartless went crashing to the ground, his body rolling across the dirt. Alastor easily dodged the rolling body. He slowed himself down and walked a few steps forward before turning to stare at the limp young man on the floor.

The magic core sparked to life, and Heartless’ body jerked when it did. The core burned and spiraled, building in intensity until Heartless gasped from the pain. He clawed his fingers into the ground and slowly pushed himself up. Like this, with his magic running at high intensity, he could feel the crystal’s location. It wasn’t far from him, somewhere close to the crater. He struggled up to his hands and knees.

Alastor sighed. “How sad, how grotesque.” WIth a quick series of moments, he removed a curled, crystalline dagger. He spun it sharply so that the blade was facing away from him. “But it is my duty to take care of you, and so I shall.”

He began walking towards Heartless again with that slow, eerie grace again. Heartless was still struggling to push himself up, but his core was burning through the life around him. The grass wilted and dried; the dirt turned dry and cracked. Alastor scowled the closer he drew. Heartless brought up his head and watched as Alastor drew the dagger above his head—

But then a new body flew in their direction, hitting the ground and bouncing unceremoniously. The woman groaned; she looked like a porcelain doll. Though, it was a good thing that she wasn’t as fragile; otherwise that landing would have been a lot darker. Heartless, taking the momentary distraction, forced himself to stand on his own two feet.

Alastor turned his head in the woman’s direction, but he didn’t look away from Heartless. “Alright, Lorelai?”

“Bit of a rough landing,” “Lorelai” replied, “but I’ll live.”

Alastor’s eyes widened, but before he could react, an extended magician’s cane slammed against his side and arm. Alastor’s expression scrunched in pain as he was knocked to the side. Not as far as Flint would have sent him, but far enough that Heartless felt confident enough to whip around and scramble for the crystal.

At the top of the crater, Heartless looked to see that Flint was fighting the real Lorelai. She ducked and dodged his wider strokes, but when she paused to use her magic, he would concentrate an attack on her mouth, forcing her to move out of the way. Heartless’ attention suddenly shot downward to the turned over earth, and he surged towards a spot where he began digging mindlessly.

The magic was here— the crystal was here!

“There you are.” Alastor jumped above Heartless, dagger poised for an attack.

Alchemy, now transformed back into their normal self, dove across the space to knock Heartless out of the way.

“Can you use it?” they gasped, sitting up and staring down at him.

The crystal was calling to him. How could he not?

“Hart!”

“Yes!” he shouted back.

His magic was being replenished at light speed; his skin tingled at the well of energy hiding within. He hadn’t had a chance to properly examine the crystal before its container exploded, but now that it was in his hands, it was more than he had expected. It was medium sized and extremely warm. The magic manifested as an undulating spectrum of cool tones underneath the crystal’s surface. Alchemy left him to fend off Alastor; Flint was fighting Lorelai. He wasn’t sure whether he should help or—

Get away, something whispered. It felt like a second sense, his conscience or maybe his intuition telling him to Go. Run away.

“Why?” he whispered as he tapped into that living well of power.

In seconds, his mind was flooded with faces of Witches from ages past, their powers, their intentions, their strengths. He choked around the flood, feeling more alive than he had ever felt before. The Hungry Ghouls spun around his body, gnashing at the tendrils of power that began to flow around him. He couldn’t remember a time he felt so powerful.

Go… The crystal was insistent, but its voice weaker now.

Heartless pressed his lips together but decided not to ignore the better sense. He didn’t know who these people were, and just from the way that his powers shut down earlier, he didn’t want to take a chance.

He felt like he was falling, or maybe flying. The well of power was so much deeper than he had expected. It was an ocean—a whirlwind— a typhoon. It surrounded him with its energy, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, he felt harmonized with it. At one with it and the people who once used it before. Hands fell upon his arms and back, guiding him through the storm, going wtih him as he flew forward, higher, faster.

“Eira… River…” Heartless’ voice doubled as he channeled the power. It felt like the Witches of the past were speaking with him. “Take us to our friends!”

A portal opened before his eyes, and he could see the exterior of a building through a sunset coloured veil. The hands pushed him forward, and for a moment, he was afraid that he was alone, that the magic misunderstood. But it called to him, it was protecting him. He decided to trust it, and he reached out with both hands to the reds and orange shielding MOJO on the other side.

He opened his eyes as his spirit fell into his body. He was still on his back, but now he was on the ground in front of MOJO’s entryway. Alchemy was panting nearby, and Flint’s fist was an inch away from punching a hole into the exterior wall.

“Wha… we… what happened?” Alchemy asked, looking around frantically before staring down at Heartless. “Hart! Oh, thank goodness. You’re okay.”

Heartless blinked as he stared up at the sky. This was… certainly the village. He took mental stock of himself and realised that he felt exhausted now. But he could forgive that. They were safe now. He lifted his head enough to look down at himself as he opened up his hands. Fragments of the crystal fell onto his stomach. Now that the magic was gone, the ancient thing finally could no longer sustain itself.

That… resonated with Heartless, but he was too tired to think too deeply on it now.

The front door opened to MOJO opened. “Now, what is all this?” Moira asked as she stepped outside. Murphy readjusted on her shoulder before hooking its head on her shoulder and purring contentedly.

Heartless gave a tired laugh and said, “Sorry, Moira…” He opened up his hands to show off the fragments and crystal dust. “But the crystal broke.”

“Oh dear, well… Come in, so we can talk about it.”

Heartless looked between Alchemy and Flint before asking, “Any help?”

“I’ve got you,” Flnt said kindly. He walked closer and reached down for Heartless, who took the overly warm hand gratefully. Admittedly, he felt a bit guilty to see the crystal pieces drop to the ground, but he was too weak to stop them now.

Alchemy groaned and followed Moira into the building. “You will not believe the type of day we had. I thought this was supposed to be an easy job.”

“I said ‘doable’, not ‘easy,’” Moira corrected. “Poor things. I’ll put the kettle on for you. Doppel and Glass should be back in a little bit. Let’s wait for them to get in before you say anything.”

Flint carefully began walking forward, and Heartless looked behind him to the glittering crystal on the floor. “Thank you,” he said softly. But it seemed that was the last of his strength. “I’m going… to lay down.”

“...Hart? Hey!” Flint caught his friend rather easily, but even still, he felt concerned. Moira and Alchemy turned back to look at them. Flint sighed before gathering Heartless into his arms and carrying him that way. “I’ll take him to his room.”

“Go ahead, dear.” Moira reached back to take Alchemy by the wrist. “Come with me, love. Let River get you fixed up.”

“Yeah… Sure.” Alchemy hesitated a second, but then she was pulled along with Moira’s tug. “I’m right behind you.”

#megane writings #inspired by: art #fan fiction #abd illustrates #others: ocs #others: worlds

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sakurapiss · 3 years

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even more heartless headcanons :)

character’s belong to @abd-illustrates

- Since Heartless is pretty much constantly holding back when it comes to using his magick, the other members of the gang figure he’s just not that powerful. That is, until Something Real Bad happens to his friends in a fight and he almost straight up murders the attacker by zapping up their energy

- River has raised her voice in anger one (1) time and it was to call Dock a dickhead

- Flint will light Eira’s cigarette for him, but only if he sits through a 10 minute lecture on why smoking is bad for you

- The scar on Flint’s face isn’t from a fight, when he was younger he fell and busted his chin open (i have a scar in the exact same spot and i may or may not be projecting)

- Heartless’s vocabulary is pretty big and he knows a bunch of really random words, à la Moria Rose

- Alastor is one of those people who knows just. way too much about grammar. He even has a favorite form of punctuation (braces)

- Lance’s grammar is fucking atrocious and he goes out of his way to make it worse when he’s talking to Alastor

- Diana uses a ton of southern slang, often to the point where no one understands what she’s saying

- Doppel (and Glass, by association) is banned from so many establishments where he comes from that when the gang goes there, they have to leave him at a playground or park so that they can actually get food and supplies without being arrested or kicked out

- Lorelei was a theatre kid

- The Protag Gang all started collecting the Jury’s wanted posters for them, both as a way to stay anonymous and as fun souvenirs

- Alchemy is hella good at origami. No magick involved, they’re just really good at it (this is often the fate of their posters)

- Before they actually knew any of their names, the Jury had code names for each of the gang. Heartless was “Sunshine”, Alchemy was “Glitter”, Flint was “Pyro”, Eira was “Sub Zero”, Doppel/Glass were “Gemini 1″ and “Gemini 2″, and River was “Mercy”

- When Bandy is startled, small objects switch around. One time he saw a spider and Diana’s hat swapped with Lance’s sandwich (there are still faint teeth marks in it)

- When Heartless passes out from exhaustion he sleeps eerily silent, but when he’s sleeping normally he snores VERY loud

- For whatever reason, the position Heartless usually ends up in when he passes out is lying flat, facedown on the ground

- Diana’s a pretty good singer but she doesn’t really enjoy doing it

- Lorelei’s pretty much always singing. Not even to use her powers, she just loves it and refuses to shut up

- River has a green thumb. The rest of the gang could barely keep a cactus alive in a desert

#these are always so much fun #heartless #headcanons #abd illustrates #i am not tagging all of them #tw cursing #tw injury mention #tw caps

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i-am-trying-my-best-okay · 3 years

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How the jury probably met River:

River: So, assessing the situation; are they breathing?

Alastor, touching the chest of the dummy: No, River, they are not breathing. AND they have no arms or legs.

River: Okay that's not part of it-

Alastor: Where are they? You know what, if we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them. I mean what kind of quality of life do we have there?

Lance, slightly offended: I would want to live with no legs.

Alastor: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now Lance you don't do anything.

River, a bit stressed now: Alright well let's get back to it, cause you're losing him.

Alastor: *furiously pushes on the dummy's chest*

River: Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of 100 beats per minute.

Alastor, having been awake for a full 82 hours and not in the right headspace to do math: Ugh, okay, that's hard to keep track of; how many is that per hour?

Diana: How's that gonna help you?

Alastor: I will divide and then count to it.

Diana, slightly concerned: Right.

River: Okay, well a good trick is to pump to the tune of staying alive by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song.

Alastor: Yes, I do, I love that song. Ahem; first I was afraid, I was petrified-

River, realizing this poor man is so sleep deprived: No, it's; ah, ah, ah, ah, staying alive, staying alive-

Diana, who had been glaring at River suspiciously this entire time: You were in the parking lot earlier that's how I know you!

River: *nods nervously*

Alastor: Ah, ah, ah, ah, staying alive, staying alive-

Lorelai: *wants to show off so starts singing the whole song while Bandy and Lance are her back up dancers while Alastor watches in disappointment. *

River: Yeah, okay, you didn't maintain 100 beats per minute, and the ambulance didn't arrive because nobody called 911, so you lost him.

Dock, now excited: Alright, he's dead. Anyone know what we do next? Anyone? River?

River, in distress: I have no idea.

Dock: Anyone else?

Lorelai: We bury him.

Dock: Wrong, aaa; check for an organ donor card. If he has one we only have minutes to harvest.

Lance: He has no wallet I checked.

Bandy, just wants to see the chaos: He is an organ donor.

Dock: He is?! Bring me some ice and a styrofoam bucket. Here we go. *stabs the dummy in the chest*

Bandy, thrilled at this turn of events: Oh my god Dock.

Lorelai: What are you doing?

Dock: *puts hand inside stabbed dummy* We search for the organs. Where's the heart? The precious heart.

Alastor, deciding now is an opportune time to sleep: I'm not feeling well I need to sit down. *everyone makes concerned noises*

Dock: *makes snake noises and everyone turns to see that he has replaced his mask with the carved out face of the dummy*

Lorelai: Oh god. Dock!

Diana: Why would you do that?

Dock: C L A R I C E.

-hours later-

Some jury higher up, who we'll call David, sitting across from Dock and Alastor in his office: Can you tell me why you had to *sighs as he clearly doesn't want to say it* cut the face off the dummy?

Dock: I didn't think it was very realistic in the movie, and it turns out, it's pretty realistic.

David: We had to pay for it; it cost us thirty five hundred dollars.

Alastor, still on no sleep: Five thousand three hundred dollars for a dummy?

Dock, not wanting to correct him: Wow.

Alastor: Well, okay, look David this is why we have training; okay we start with the dummy, and now Dock knows not to cut off the face of a real person.

Dock: *nods solemnly*

David: *fearful for the future of the jury*

(And meanwhile River is mourning the loss of her dummy)

Characters belong to @abd-illustrates

#heartless #abd illustrates #alastor creed #lorelei #dock #bandy bellamis #diana shikari #lance lothaire #river dial #source: the office #I didn't even watch the office I just know this scene

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nixotinix · 3 years

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Okay, literally nobody asked, but here's a few scenes I have in my head with the cast of Heartless. I've been hyperfixating on this concept since the villains video. Not gonna lie, a lot of these sprouted from cool dialogue ideas I had for a certain consumption riddled Victorian.

Oh, and don't forget, this cast of certified crazies belongs to the wonderful amazing and powerful @abd-illustrates ! Now follow him. Cowards.

Also this is gonna be stupidly heckin long, so feel free to scroll past.

Scene 1: The Museum

Word gets out that there exists a ring that can take the Magick from wizards and allow the wearer of the ring to use that Magick. And it's being held at a museum close to The Jury's HQ (henceforth called The Courtroom). Now, Alastor had been hunting down this ring for years, and here it was, just out of reach. So he sends Bellamis out to get it in the middle of the night. And he's just about to grab it from the pedestal when the Heartless team busts in through the front door and demands that he hand over the ring or leave it where it is. Right as they cross through a large archway to get closer to Bandy, the rest of The Grand Jury walks in and seals the room behind them. Someone was leaving with that ring.

An epic fight ensues, with everyone either trying to get a hold of the ring or toss it to someone else on their team. After the ring being tossed around like a ball on a playground, one person gets a firm grasp on the ring. And this person is Flint. He looks down at his hand and smiles, knowing they beat The Jury. The Heartless team starts to walk off, leaving The Grand Jury behind. But, as they're leaving, they all hear a sniffle. Then a small whine. They look behind them to see Alastor Creed, respected foreman of The Jury, on his knees and sobbing. Alchemy and Eira are cautious and tell the group to hang back, but Heartless, Flint, and River are already at Creed's side. Lorelei begins to step forward as well, but Dock holds out his arm to stop her.

The three of them comfort him as best as one could comfort their rival, as Creed says something about being so close to having the ring. Flint extends his arms and invites Alastor into a hug, which he gladly accepts. After a small bout of crying into a himbo shoulder, Alastor places his hand on top of Flint's, leans in close to his ear, and whispers two words. "Got you."

In what felt like a second, Alastor had opened Flint's hand, taken the ring, and was swooped up by Dock. As The Grand Jury made their grand exit, Alastor turned back to the Heartless team and made a not-so-professional hand gesture, leaving the protagonists to sit on the floor and get a good scolding from Alchemy and Eira for being too naïve.

Scene 2: I don't know what to call this

This one's short. Lance comes into The Courtroom's meeting room and holds up a bright orange flyer, saying something about a huge gathering of wizards. Everyone speaks up about ways that they could kill all the wizards until Alastor clears his throat and gets their attention. He says, "We will go. But nobody is to lay a finger on a single wizard there." Everyone looks confused and Lance speaks up. "Why?"

Creed looked at Lance and spun his pen in his hand. "One must know their beast before it can be slain."

Scene 3: Creed making Flint Suffer: Electric Boogaloo

After a long, long while, the Heartless team had pinned down The Jury's headquarters; the old Creed Manor. It made perfect sense. The Protag Team sent Alchemy, Flint, and Doppel in to try to throw The Jury off their rhythm. They enter the manor, and who do they see at the end of the hall but Alastor Creed, keeping a safe distance. Which meant the Protag Team could still use their Magick. Flint threw a little fireball at Creed just as the tiny Victorian rounded a corner and stood at the end of the next hallway. This cat-and-mouse chase carried on up the stairs and through the halls until the four of them were standing outside in the yard, Creed standing in front of the Manor and facing the protagonists.

As they all stood there in silence, the Manor, presumably the Courtroom, burned down in front of them. Alchemy and Doppel made a run for it, while Flint and Alastor still stood, staring at each other. After an uncomfortable amount of silence, Alastor spoke up.

"It's time to face the music and accept what you are, Solveig. You are destruction. You cannot build, you cannot create... You can only destroy. Which is why I find it so ironic that you think you can build these relationships with others, that you can create your own story of heroism." As he spoke, he walked closer to Flint. "But you can't. You were made to destroy. And that is all you will ever be good for." Alastor walked past Flint and into the woods.

(spoiler alert: the Creed Manor was not The Jury's HQ.)

Wow this was long. Hope you liked it? Anyways, see ya next time, and remember that loving yourself is totally hardcore! 🤘❤️

#heartless #abd illustrates #alchemy valentine #flint solveig #eira hale #doppel/glass #river dial #alastor creed #dock heartless #lorelei #bandy bellamis #diana shikari #lance lothaire #i cant believe i take the time to write out all their names wow #mr illustrates i beg of you get alastor creed to leave my head hes been here for months #i have an unhealthy obsession #with a consumption riddled victorian

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theyanderespecialist · 3 years

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A Sinful Voice 2 (One Shot) Cajun Accented Human Alastor X Crossdresser Mark

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter updated a little lime we hope you enjoy!]

(marks pov)

"pl-please just let me save him...." I said as Alastor looked down at me, blood on him. that smile still on his face. "Oh cher, ya know ah can't let ya save him."

"No no you can't! He'll..He'll die! This is a life!" I snap scared as I tried to stop the man's bleeding as I shook. This wasn't the Alastor I knew. He was always so polite, so kind, so charming. Sure he hunted, I knew because he'd tell me about it, and even though I was no hunter, hearing him talk about his kills so proud and knowing he used everything, well it made me happy to hear him happy..but this...

This was a life..this man..had a family.

I could not help by cry and he pluck me off the ground. Holding me like a bride I was to shock yo scream. He lean down and licked my tears.

"Cher~ Mawn Ange~ Darling Mark~ Ya are mine all mine Ya hear? Y'all never leave me~ even if I hav to break yar legs~" he purrs in my ear.

(Yup he snapped)

(Oh he really did)

I let out a scared, choked son as he just held me close to him smiling. "Come awn cher ya'll should be-a smiling. Ya know my momma she used ta say say ya never fully dressed without a smile. So smile cher. We gonna go ta our home an I'll make ya mine~" he said smiling as he carried me as I was in shock.

I sobbed as he carried me to his car and lock me and then driving off god knows where I am going to die

I started to shake as we drove into the country side,pulling up to a house as I sob. "Oh cher,.mah darling-" "iI-I don't want to die! Please don't kill me!"

"Hahahahaha!" He laughs scaring me more. "Oh Darling Mawn Cher~ I am never going kill ya. No I am going make ya ma wife."

I looked at him as his words sank in before my eyes widen as I looked to the locked car door as je suddenly got out and before I could open the door-- he did, picking me up still laughing. He'd gone completely off the tracks.

"Ah mean-hahahaha! Mean cher ya really know how ta make people laugh.", He said as he gave a little sigh as he opened the door before holding me..and carrying me up the stairs as I whimpered.

He made his way up to a bed room and laid me on the bed and I back up for him to grab my ankle. "Come awn cher. I am not gonna hurt ya. I am gonna make luv ta ya."

My face went red and my body broke out in a cold sweat. There's no way....

"N-No I-I--" "shhh..let your husband take care of ya cher, just have ta make sure the doors are locked " he said as he left the room as inrannto the door but it was locked too as I looked around the room seeing my purse as I grab it..but all that was inside was my compact and my makeup as I pull it out with shaking hands opening it and wiping away the streak marks. I know now was no time to play with makeup but I couldn't do anything else and I don't know what to expect from Alastor. I slowly fix my hair and makeup when I hear the door click as it was then shut.

"Aww mawn Ange, ya know ya always so proper and out togedder" I feel his hands suddenly on my hips before his one hand closed the mirror.

(Alastors pov)

"Ya are so stunning with or without make up Mawn Ange~" I tell her kissing her neck as my co I stirred

I feel her shudder (shake) under my lips as she let out a soft whine ( terrified) "A-Al--"

"mawn Ange..~" I inhale her scent. "when ya'll wanted ta save that creep..why I fell for ya even harder~"

"Ya or so sweet ta sweet my sweet hunie bee~"

I rub her hips as she blushed hitting biting her lip. God she was such a tease. I push her onto the bed as I climb on her..holding a knife.

She froze and I cut off the dress and such then she was in nothing but her stockings and garters. I put one hand on my face. "Ma god Mawn Ange just when I think ya can't be even more stunning~ your truly a belle of the ball~"

Her face exploded into colour as she held me. "Don't..Don't say those things.."

"Come awn Mawn Ange.I know it turn ya Awn~" I tease and kiss up her thighs. "Look at how hard ya liddle kitty is."

(XD Please dont call it that XD)

(oh god xD)

(XD)

She blushed darkly as she squirmed under me. "T-th-that' is embarrassing!" She said though I could start to see her straining in her underwear

I smirked and took her panties off with my teeth her kitty springing free. I smirked and took it in my hands with one hand and my other hand I lubbed up and slipped into her ass. Just one finger off course~

She let out a breif cry of shock. "Aw come awn Mawn cher, ah think ya'll get used to it~"

"I-I-I haven't.. n-Not even myself..." (uh what total virgin?

"I am ya first?" I say looking at her and she nodded and I grinned widely. "All mine~ y'all all mine and I am never letting anyone touch ya ever again~ ya hear?"

I looked down at her, still holding her kitty (oh god Al please call it something else xD) as she slowly nodded. "I-I-I..I-I get it Al.."

(Oh using a nickname look you're already so close to each other even though it's a common Nickname)

(XD might as well go all the way XD)

"Ya don't though ya are Mine! Ya always been mine~"

I mean all the times I bailed her out, the times I would help her find new places of work, be it underground when dressed female or not when dressed male and everytime she said "I owe you everything Alastor." And when I'd say it's nothing she didn't owe me anything, she'd joke and say "so it's a deal?"

So there is no way in hell I am letting her go. Ever.

"I-I-I do A-Al I-I understand that.." she said looking up at me but I didn't believe her. "...we are getting married aren't we?" She asked suddenly

(oh oh mark..)

(XD)

"Of course we are~" I says. "I move heaven an hell for ya to be with ya~"

I was not expecting her to say that as she looked at me. "T-then let's make it official Al." I blushed as I actually got a bit nervous this time I never had had sex. Sure I'd seen illustrations and pictures but..

I lifted up her legs and put them over my shoulders. I would do my best for her. I make sure of that.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSS It is done I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all of my friends]

#yandere #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere one shot #oneshot #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x oc #cajun alastor #alastor x mark #mark #OC #OC mark #epicnessqueen

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dragonshoard · 4 years

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(I apologize in adv 4 yeeting my trains of thought at u in such quick succession) You know what would be interesting (on top of *waves hands* all the other stuff I yeeted at u earlier for Charlastor), a narrative significance being given to both Charlie & Alastor's musical numbers over time, like at 1st they're separate or Alastor would burst in &steal the show, but as their relationship grows evener &more mutual, they have one that turns into an actual Duet? Thoughts? Feels? Ur opinions?

…[P2 of the Music Charlastor Duet Thing] Im just a huge fan of themes& symbolism I guess? Like, there’s a possibility that w/ Charlie & Alastor’s shared love &propensity for musical #s that it could be used to illustrate the current nature of their relationship &signal when it changes? Yea, S Y M B O L I S M gets me every time, also Alastor tryna parse all these STRANGE FEEEEEEELINGS is lovely, thank you.

Lol it’s fine! I actually drew a super sketchy thing of angel!Charlie so i ‘m just gonna xD

leAVE IT HERE (i don’t know how to draw wings i m sry)

That would actually be perfect. In the show I better see something of the like (and I’m sure we will as Charlie develops). Right now, Alastor holds all the cards and all the influence. It’s his respect, his favors, and his abilities that have a chance at making the hotel possible. My hope and assumption is as the hotel becomes more and more successful (and, again, Charlie’s character develops) she will gain the respect of her patrons and her people as a whole and begins holding a bit more control of the project than Alastor.

It should be at that point when she realizes that she does have control that she can step up to him an sing back to assert herself. It would be difficult after all the years of suppressing that part of her and being told that it was wrong. So that would also be a reason for the slow burn to finally being able to sing toe to toe with/at him.

I’d like to think that the Charlastor relationship in song would be a duel of power and control, especially as they get to know each other and Charlie steps out of her shell in that sense, before they finally learn to sing equally and together, in support of each other rather than against.

In this world, they may resonate on an instinctual level, but its more so because they come from the same cookie cutter shape, to simplify it (though end up painted different colors or on the opposite ends of the moral spectrum). It would take WORK for them to truly resonate equally.

Alastor would have to come to terms that he can’t have the level of control that he typically craves, not if he wants to keep her. Not to mention, that the more he cares for her, the less control he has over himself. He would utterly hate the feeling and consider throwing away the entire project all together until he sees her and realizes that he is f-ing weak.

#charlastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel alastor #angel!Charlie #markala5 #hazbinh

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Sugar is Sweet (and So Are You) ch. 2

[First Chapter] [Next Chapter] [Read on AO3] [Support me on Ko-fi] Rating: T Summary: Plagued by jealousy toward the men Angel sleeps with, Alastor comes up with a plan to keep Angel from having to work the streets. He wasn't planning on becoming an actual client, but having Angel all to himself might prove too sweet to give up--for as long as he can afford it, that is.

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Alastor wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself after his conversation with Angel, but he felt he should be doing something. After some time of pacing around his own room, running his mind in circles trying to figure out what was expected of him here, he was forced to concede that he simply didn’t have the information necessary to make that determination. So he would have to seek someone who did. He went down to the lobby to sit at the bar with a visibly-hungover Husk and asked for his usual—gin and tonic, hold the gin.

“Husker,” he ventured carefully, swirling the tonic water in his glass. His friend (though he used the term loosely) grunted in response. “Would I be right to assume you’ve had some experience with. Er. Filles de joie?”

“First of all, dial down the volume,” Husk grumbled flatly, squeezing his head between his hands as if that might alleviate his headache. “And second, speak English.”

“You know. Working girls. Ladies of the night. Cocettes? Streetwalkers?” How many ways could he say it gently?

“Hookers.”

“…yes.”

“Sure,” Husk agreed with a shrug, resting heavily against the bar. “But what’s it to you? Since when d’you care about that kinda shit?”

“Oh, I don’t. In so many words. But I’ve always been a curious sort, and since I don’t have any personal experience of my own, I figure a secondhand account is better than none,” Alastor explained. The two had known each other long enough that inquiries like this weren’t entirely out of the ordinary, as there were plenty of things about society—mortal or demon—that Alastor had only seen at a distance. Husk, on the other hand, had seen and done quite a lot in his years and could be very helpful when he chose to be.

“Don’t know what you’re gonna do with it, but I guess it doesn’t really matter. Whaddaya wanna know?” He groped absently along the bar for the tumbler of gin he’d withheld from Alastor’s drink and tossed it back all at once, then immediately got dizzy and regretted the sudden motion. “Just. Keep it down.”

“It’s my understanding that escorts, like many other professionals, have regular clients,” Alastor answered, lowering his voice slightly, more because he didn’t want to be overheard having this particular discussion than for the sake of his friend’s comfort. “But I’m not sure what sort of relationship that constitutes.”

“Like you said, a professional one,” Husk told him. “It’s a job, and a client’s a client. No matter how many times ya see ‘em, that doesn’t change.”

“I see. So…that dynamic isn’t likely to develop into something else?”

He let out a dry laugh. “Somethin’ else like what? A gal doesn’t date a john if that’s what you’re askin’.” He was answering almost automatically, not bothering to question where this curiosity had come from. “I hear when a guy starts gettin’ ideas like that, most ‘workin’ girls’ are pretty quick to cut him off.”

Which was exactly what Alastor was afraid of, considering what he knew of Angel Dust. But then, maybe there was a difference if the escort in question had only one patron. Maybe whatever he was getting into with Angel didn’t have exactly the same rules. “In a slightly different vein, then, what about…” Even saying the word felt like an admission, like an embarrassment. But he truly needed some sort of reference point before he got into this, so he had no choice. “Sugaring. The sort of arrangement where—”

“Yeah, I know how it works,” Husk said, waving him off. “Not my thing, though. Too much commitment.”

Well. That was a positive thing, wasn’t it? In terms of what Alastor actually wanted from his interactions with Angel? Commitment, as far as he was concerned, meant exclusivity, which his jealous tendencies certainly appreciated. “Commitment. On the part of the client, you mean?”

“Sure. Once you tell ‘em they can rely on you, they’re gonna. And that means you hafta be able to deliver. Money. Presents. Dates. Whatever she wants, you hand it over.”

None of that sounded bad to Alastor, not if it was Angel he was spoiling; if his previously-idle money could provide enjoyment or satisfaction for the object of his affections, why not let it do so? ‘Dates’ would even mean they were enjoying time together. How could that be negative? “And in return…?”

Husk shrugged again. “She sleeps with you and pretends she likes you. Ain’t worth it if ya ask me.”

Alastor’s eager smile faded slightly. ‘Pretends’? That could be an issue. Even if he hadn’t yet expressed it, the attention and affection he wanted from Angel was the genuine sort, not something motivated purely by money. Maybe he was being greedy in hoping for something like that, when the point of this plan had simply been to stop Angel sleeping with other men. But after the spider’s welcoming attitude and that kiss earlier, he was now starting to hope (a four-letter word if ever there was one) that more might come of it.

As he was trying to decide how to word his next question, the lobby elevator dinged, and Charlie marched out of it, dragging a fully-clothed but obviously reluctant Angel Dust by his wrist. “Don’tcha have night classes or somethin’ I could take? You two givin’ out drinks at this thing?” he grumbled, trudging along behind Charlie without otherwise protesting. When he caught sight of Alastor, his expression shifted from annoyance to a sweet smile. “Hey, boys. Room for one more?”

“Come on, Angel, it’s bad enough that we’re late already,” Charlie scolded.

“What she said,” Husk muttered, his ears turning back and downward at the voices ringing through the lobby. “Get to your fuckin’ meeting already.”

As they walked past on their way to the conference room, where Vaggie and several of their other patrons were already gathered, Angel paused to steal another kiss to Alastor’s cheek, causing Charlie’s eyes to open wide even as he casually strolled past her. The Radio Demon refused to look anywhere near their proprietor, grasping his glass tighter and trying to pretend he didn’t notice her eyes boring into him. She must have taken the hint eventually, as she disappeared into the conference room and shut the doors to begin their meeting, allowing the tension in Alastor’s body to dissipate, at least somewhat.

“Y’know, no one could blame you if ya smacked him when he does that shit,” Husk pointed out, still dispassionate, illustrating with a swipe of his own dangerous claws. “After a couple times, he’ll get the picture, trust me.”

Now this was unusual. Alastor couldn’t recall ever having felt so violently vengeful on the behalf of another person before. He’d never borne Husk any ill will in the past. That said, the thought that he had at some point struck Angel instilled in Alastor a powerful urge to tear out his feathers one by one and then stab them all back in.

“I’m sure violence isn’t necessary,” he said instead, forcibly shoving those images to the back of his mind and reminding himself that Angel had proven more than once already that he could take care of himself. “Maybe he just needs a proper focus for his energy…”

“Hey, if you wanna volunteer, be my guest,” Husk snickered without smiling.

Their conversation was interrupted by an unfamiliar demon nervously slinking into the lobby, looking to check himself in. Alastor quickly shifted into salesman mode to secure another patron and get him set up in his own room. After a whirlwind tour of the establishment, which put him back in his element and did wonders to take his mind off any other concerns he might have at the moment, they made their way back down to the lobby.

“And if I’m not much mistaken, Charlie and the others should be finishing up another session just now,” he crowed, still leading the new arrival with an arm around his shoulders and gesturing to the conference room doors. “She’ll want to welcome you personally, of course, and discuss your goals and expectations for your stay.”

His prediction didn’t come a moment too soon, as the double doors swung open to release the handful of lesser demons who had been gathered for Charlie’s group counseling session. Alastor led the newest member of their merry band of misfits to the princess to call her attention. “Charlie, this fine fellow is—remind us of your name, my good man.”

“Knix,” the burly gent answered, apparently having some trouble with looking anyone in the eye.

“A new arrival!” Alastor concluded, and Charlie beamed at the thought, as always.

“Welcome to the Hazbin! I’m Charlie, and that’s Vaggie”—she indicated her partner, who was straightening up the conference room on her own—“and we run the group meetings. How did you hear about us? What inspired you to come in? Tell me everything there is to know about you.” While she was haranguing the poor fellow to within an inch of his life, Alastor conceded that his work was done and took a step back to watch Charlie’s protégés disperse to their own rooms.

He recognized one self-involved feline named Davronius, a rabbitlike misanthrope simply called Io, an elegant and aloof owlish demon who went by Donatella—but no spiders. Odd, considering how often Charlie held Angel Dust up as her ‘star pupil,’ the exemplar of the hotel’s efficacy. And he typically basked in the attention it got him. Maybe he was still talking with one of his fellow recovering sinners? What a ridiculous thing for Alastor to be jealous of. And yet…

A flash of color darted between the guests and into the conference room, then back out only a moment later. Niffty stood to one side of the doors, her face screwed up into a pout, her eye darting around the room to seek out imperfections. She must have been in a mood, further evidenced by her scurrying over to the stairs to fuss at a guest who was leaning against the banister. Once he had backed off, intimidated despite her tiny stature, she whipped a handkerchief from her pocket and started to polish his fingerprints off the otherwise-pristine wood.

“You know,” Alastor said, strolling in her direction, “the banister can’t serve its purpose if you won’t let anyone touch it.”

“Well maybe if they washed their hands once in a while, it wouldn’t bother me,” she answered testily. “Besides, Vaggie already cleaned up after the meeting, so I don’t have anything else to do. I have to do something.” That was a fair point; there was too much energy in her little form to stand still for long. If she tried, she might spontaneously combust.

“And the entire hotel is already spick-and-span from top to bottom?”

She shot him what he had come to recognize as her version of a glare. “What d’you think I was doing during the meeting? We only have sixteen occupied rooms, and all the empty ones don’t get messy. You don’t even let me go in your room, so it might as well be fifteen. The new guy just got here, so it’s basically fourteen! And now Angel’s not here leaving dirty dishes in the lobby or doing target practice in the common area—”

“N҉o҉t҉ ҉h҉e҉r҉e҉?” There was a scratch of static in Alastor’s voice that he tried to will away as he asked casually, “A҉ng҉el ҉isn’t here? Where is he?” There were only so many reasons he would leave, and considering his recent track record, Alastor was quick to assume the worst.

“He left with some lady while you were upstairs with the new guy,” Niffty explained, flicking her handkerchief briefly in the direction of Knix, who was still in mostly one-sided conversation with Charlie. “His manager, I think.”

That statement was confusing for a few reasons. First, the only person Alastor knew of who could be called Angel’s ‘manager’ was a fellow Overlord named Valentino—a man. Furthermore, Angel had mentioned some time ago that he and Valentino were no longer working together, and Alastor had noted the improvement in his mood since.

But most importantly, the manager issue shouldn’t have applied at all, considering what they had agreed upon earlier in the day. His time shouldn’t need to be managed. Or if anyone is managing it, it should be me. He realized immediately how possessive and controlling that idea was and chastised himself for it. Yet it didn’t change how he felt. This day had come to involve entirely too many feelings, the way he saw it, and he was beginning to get exhausted. Since Angel wasn’t there to explain himself at the moment, Alastor was sure to drive himself up a wall fixating on the problem—unless he had something else to do.

“Do you know what always lifts my spirits when I’m distraught, dear?” he mused, glancing in Niffty’s direction again.

A delighted smile lit up her face and banished any lingering frustration. “A good meal?”

“That’s exactly right. In fact—Charlie!” he called, striding across the room to meet his co-manager with Niffty on his heels. “I hate to interrupt your onboarding discussion, but would you be so kind as to let all our guests know that I’ll be serving dinner this evening?”

“You’re cooking? That’s great! I’ll make sure everyone’s there,” she assured him. With a sly smile, she pointed out, “You sure seem like you’re in a good mood today. Any particular reason for that?”

“When am I ever not in a good mood? Especially when we have a new guest to welcome.” He gave a brief pat to her head, refusing to acknowledge what she was implying, and swept off to the kitchen with Niffty to occupy himself with something he knew how to control.

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November Book Haul

I’m not getting any more books this month since Christmas is next month and I will be getting a lot of those, but I decided that I wanted to start doing book/library hauls, though I won’t be posting book hauls as often since I usually have to borrow mine from the library. The Library Haul will be posted at the beginning of next month.

Hunting Prince Dracula, Kerri Maniscalco - Bizarre murders are discovered in the castle of Prince Vlad the Impaler, otherwise known as Dracula. Could it be a copycat killer...or has the depraved prince been brought back to life? Following the grief and horror of her discovery of Jack the Ripper's true identity, Audrey Rose Wadsworth has no choice but to flee London and its memories. Together with the arrogant yet charming Thomas Cresswell, she journeys to the dark heart of Romania, home to one of Europe's best schools of forensic medicine...and to another notorious killer, Vlad the Impaler, whose thirst for blood became legend. But her life's dream is soon tainted by blood-soaked discoveries in the halls of the school's forbidding castle, and Audrey Rose is compelled to investigate the strangely familiar murders. What she finds brings all her terrifying fears to life once again.

Throne of Glass, Sarah J. Maas - After serving out a year of hard labor in the salt mines of Endovier for her crimes, 18-year-old assassin Celaena Sardothien is dragged before the Crown Prince. Prince Dorian offers her her freedom on one condition: she must act as his champion in a competition to find a new royal assassin. Her opponents are men-thieves and assassins and warriors from across the empire, each sponsored by a member of the king's council. If she beats her opponents in a series of eliminations, she'll serve the kingdom for four years and then be granted her freedom. Celaena finds her training sessions with the captain of the guard, Westfall, challenging and exhilarating. But she's bored stiff by court life. Things get a little more interesting when the prince starts to show interest in her ... but it's the gruff Captain Westfall who seems to understand her best. Then one of the other contestants turns up dead ... quickly followed by another. Can Celaena figure out who the killer is before she becomes a victim? As the young assassin investigates, her search leads her to discover a greater destiny than she could possibly have imagined.

A Court of Thorns and Roses, Sarah J. Maas - Feyre's survival rests upon her ability to hunt and kill – the forest where she lives is a cold, bleak place in the long winter months. So when she spots a deer in the forest being pursued by a wolf, she cannot resist fighting it for the flesh. But to do so, she must kill the predator and killing something so precious comes at a price ... Dragged to a magical kingdom for the murder of a faerie, Feyre discovers that her captor, his face obscured by a jewelled mask, is hiding far more than his piercing green eyes would suggest. Feyre's presence at the court is closely guarded, and as she begins to learn why, her feelings for him turn from hostility to passion and the faerie lands become an even more dangerous place. Feyre must fight to break an ancient curse, or she will lose him forever.

A Court of Mist and Fury, Sarah J. Maas - Feyre survived Amarantha's clutches to return to the Spring Court—but at a steep cost. Though she now has the powers of the High Fae, her heart remains human, and it can't forget the terrible deeds she performed to save Tamlin's people. Nor has Feyre forgotten her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court. As Feyre navigates its dark web of politics, passion, and dazzling power, a greater evil looms—and she might be key to stopping it. But only if she can harness her harrowing gifts, heal her fractured soul, and decide how she wishes to shape her future—and the future of a world cleaved in two. With more than a million copies sold of her beloved Throne of Glass series, Sarah J. Maas's masterful storytelling brings this second book in her seductive and action-packed series to new heights.

The Dreadful Tale of Prosper Redding, Alexander Bracken - Prosper is the only unexceptional Redding in his old and storied family history — that is, until he discovers the demon living inside him. Turns out Prosper's great-great-great-great-great-something grandfather made — and then broke — a contract with a malefactor, a demon who exchanges fortune for eternal servitude. And, weirdly enough, four-thousand-year-old Alastor isn't exactly the forgiving type. The fiend has reawakened with one purpose — to destroy the family whose success he ensured and who then betrayed him. With only days to break the curse and banish Alastor back to the demon realm, Prosper is playing unwilling host to the fiend, who delights in tormenting him with nasty insults and constant attempts trick him into a contract. Yeah, Prosper will take his future without a side of eternal servitude, thanks. Little does Prosper know, the malefactor's control over his body grows stronger with each passing night, and there's a lot Alastor isn't telling his dim-witted (but admittedly strong-willed) human host. From #1 New York Times best-selling author Alexandra Bracken comes a tale of betrayal and revenge, of old hurts passed down from generation to generation. Can you ever fully right a wrong, ever truly escape your history? Or will Prosper and Alastor be doomed to repeat it?

Tales from the Shadowhunter Academy, Cassandra Clare - Simon Lewis has been a human and a vampire, and now he is becoming a Shadowhunter. But the events of City of Heavenly Fireleft him stripped of his memories, and Simon isn’t sure who he is anymore. He knows he was friends with Clary, and that he convinced the total goddess Isabelle Lightwood to go out with him…but he doesn’t know how. And when Clary and Isabelle look at him, expecting him to be a man he doesn’t remember…Simon can’t take it. So when the Shadowhunter Academy reopens, Simon throws himself into this new world of demon-hunting, determined to find himself again. His new self. Whomever this new Simon might be. But the Academy is a Shadowhunter institution, which means it has some problems. Like the fact that non-Shadowhunter students have to live in the basement. And that differences—like being a former vampire—are greatly looked down upon. At least Simon is trained in weaponry—even if it’s only from hours of playing D&D. Join Simon on his journey to become a Shadowhunter, and learn about the Academy’s illustrious history along the way, through guest lecturers such as Jace Herondale, Tessa Gray, and Magnus Bane. These ten short stories give an epilogue to the Mortal Instruments series and provide glimpses of what’s in store in the Dark Artifices.

Shadowhunters Codex, Cassandra Clare - The Clave is pleased to announce the newest edition of the Nephilim’s oldest and most famous training manual: the Shadowhunter’s Codex. Since the thirteenth century, the Codex has been the young Shadowhunter’s best friend. When you’re being swarmed by demons it can be easy to forget the finer points of obscure demon languages or the fastest way to stop an attack of Raum demons. With the Codex by your side, you never have to worry. Now in its twenty-seventh edition, the Codex covers it all: the history and the laws of our world; how to identify, interact with, and if necessary, kill that world’s many colorful denizens; which end of the stele is the end you write with. No more will your attempt to fight off rogue vampires and warlocks be slowed by the need to answer endless questions from your new recruits: What is a Pyxis? Why don’t we use guns? If I can’t see a warlock’s mark, is there a polite way to ask him where it is? Where do we get all our holy water? Geography, History, Magic, and Zoology textbook all rolled into one, the Codex is here to help new Shadowhunters navigate the beautiful, often brutal world that we inhabit. Do not let it be said that the Clave is outdated or, as the younger Shadowhunters say, “uncool”: this new edition of the Codex will be available not only in the usual magically-sealed demonskin binding, but also in a smart, modern edition using all of today’s most exciting printing techniques, including such new features as a sturdy clothbound cover, a protective dust jacket, and information about title, author, publisher, and so on conveniently available right on the cover. You’ll be pleased to know that it fits neatly into most satchels, and unlike previous editions, it rarely sets off alarm wards. The old woodcuts and engravings have been replaced as well: instead, you’ll find lavish modern illustrations by some of the brightest luminaries of the fantastic. Creatures, weapons, people, and places have been carefully and accurately rendered by the likes of Rebecca Guay, Charles Vess, Jim Nelson, Theo Black, Elisabeth Alba, and Cassandra Jean. Chapters are beautifully introduced by the drawings of Michael Kaluta, and along with our condensation of the classic 2,450-page tome, A History of the Nephilim, you will find a selection of the best of the lovely illustrations of that volume by John Dollar.

Iliad, Homer - The Iliad is one of the two great epics of Homer, and is typically described as one of the greatest war stories of all time, but to say the Iliad is a war story does not begin to describe the emotional sweep of its action and characters: Achilles, Helen, Hector, and other heroes of Greek myth and history in the tenth and final year of the Greek siege of Troy.

Four, Veronica Roth - Two years before Beatrice Prior made her choice, the sixteen-year-old son of Abnegation’s faction leader did the same. Tobias’s transfer to Dauntless is a chance to begin again. Here, he will not be called the name his parents gave him. Here, he will not let fear turn him into a cowering child. Newly christened “Four,” he discovers during initiation that he will succeed in Dauntless. Initiation is only the beginning, though; Four must claim his place in the Dauntless hierarchy. His decisions will affect future initiates as well as uncover secrets that could threaten his own future—and the future of the entire faction system. Two years later, Four is poised to take action, but the course is still unclear. The first new initiate who jumps into the net might change all that. With her, the way to righting their world might become clear. With her, it might become possible to be Tobias once again.

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