Like A Dark Paradise (A Hazbin Hotel story)

You're Mine

A/N: The long-awaited Alastor smut that everyone has been waiting for! It's been a while since I even wrote proper smut in this story. Period. But, I'm glad everyone stuck around for this~

Also, there is a hint of French that I pulled from Google Translate so there may be a few oddly-phrased sentences here and there. Enjoy!

Edit: I changed a small portion of the writing at the near start of the chapter suggested by one of the members in my Discord server. 

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Alastor, the Radio Demon. One of the most powerful and dangerous demons in Hell. The bringer of torment and suffering, the one responsible for your pain and sadness. You've heard tales of his grotesque conquests from many and was warned to stay away from him as much as you can, whenever you can. Just by being near him can mean certain death. You believed every word. But now?

You weren't sure anymore...

You didn't know what's true or what's fiction...

And... you'd never expect yourself to be caught in the arms of the radio demon.

It was just a few moments ago where Alastor was playing the piano for you. Soon after, he was kissing you in a way it would make your heart melt. Slowly but surely, you were starting to become more drawn to him by the minute. You didn't want to. You knew you couldn't. That reason being? It would give you a reason to stay in Hell. And you didn't want that. You wanted to leave Hell and become an angel; have the afterlife you've always wanted. Not here. Not in Hell where you're always running and hiding, surrounded by death, despair, hatred, and torment.

That's right. You did want to leave. You didn't want to stay here.

Without thinking, you pushed Alastor away from you in a state of shock. You weren't sure just by his consistent smile on his face, but you could tell that he was bewildered and hurt by your actions just now. As if you were rejecting him.

"Alastor," you said in a soft voice. "I'm sorry. I should have told you from the very start." You were reminded of the number one rule in the agreement: no withholding information. You needed to tell him; there was no way around it. "You were right. I don't have a place here. To tell you the truth, my place is in Heaven. Where I should be. I've always wanted to leave here and be an angel where I can be happy. Not here." You clutched onto the fabric of his crimson dress shirt, forcing yourself not to cry. "I didn't want to become attached to anyone here because that would mean I would have a choice to either leave someone to go to Heaven or stay here in Hell with them. I... I can't have that at all. I want to leave without any doubts or regrets..."

You waited for him to respond to what you told him. The reason why you were so unhappy all the time. You weren't sure how he would react. Will he get upset? Frustrated? Maybe even scared? To your surprise, none of the above.

"My dear." Alastor removed your hands from his chest and set them down to your sides. "I've already known for a long time. What did you think I meant when I said that you didn't have a place here?" He knew what your main objective was from the very beginning. He really did know what you were trying to do. Before you could speak, he placed a finger on your lips to silence you. "Darling.... You don't need to say anything. I know how much you want to leave but in reality, it's impossible to do so. Nothing can be undone once a soul is condemned. I'm sorry, but that's the truth."

You avert your gaze from Alastor as you tried to take in this heartbreaking info. After so long of dreaming of becoming an angel, it was just another fantasy. An impossible dream. You were trapped here for all eternity. For some reason, without a purpose, everything became meaningless to you. You didn't have any meaning here in Hell. You should have offered yourself to the exterminating angels when you still could...