When you woke up, you recognized the odd sensation of warmth and fuzziness. It was a comforting and reassuring feeling, however, and the dread of the new day never came to haunt you. You felt someone brushing their hands through your hair, making a quiet sigh escape your lips as you buried your face deeper into their body. You heard the spider demon beside you chuckle, still having a slight rasp in his voice. It seemed he didn't wake up much earlier than you had.
"Good morning, babe." His morning voice was, undeniably, REALLY hot. You felt your face flush from the thought as you hid your face.
"Morning..." Your response was muffled, but could still be understood by Angel. He grunted as he got up to stretch his body, making you whine as the warmth disappeared. Still, you couldn't help but admire his hair, which was messy but still extremely soft, and his oddly gentle expression. It was rare to find him so...dreamy? Not to say he wasn't usually this attractive, but him looking so at peace was a completely different angle to his already complex display of emotions.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" You turn to find him facing you, now wearing his usual playful smirk. Cue the eye roll.
"What a cliche comeback. Don't you have anything better to say?" You playfully scoffed. "Honestly, how disappointing."
He feigned an expression of offense, pointing a finger at your tired form. "Well, fuck you too!"
"SoRrY, I dOn'T tOuCH tHe GaAaYs~!" The room went silent before it burst with laugher. He leaned forward, placing his arm on your shoulder for balance. "H-Holy SHIT! Y-You heard about that bitch, Katlyn Calloway or whatever the fuck she's called, and that shitty interview?!" He was laughing loudly as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. By this point, the demon was wheezing, and if you didn't know any better, you'd probably be EXTREMELY concerned.
He eventually calmed himself and even admitted you were better with comebacks than he, though the man would always be the best at flirtation, periodt. Eventually, your time had been cut short by yet another call from his boss, and later a voicemail from your mother. His face contorted to a solemn expression.
"This was nice and all, but I gotta go. I'm already on Val's radar because I'm "becoming rebellious". Any more complaints and his punishment is gonna be real shitty." Angel sighed and went to leave.
"Hey...Angel? Why don't you just quit? Find some other job and start over? He clearly pisses you off..."
"Kinda too late for that one, toots. Him bein' n' overlord and everything, me breaking our contract will seriously piss him off, and I'd get into some big shit..." He smoothed out his tux and fluffed up his fur, turning around to give you a perfect view of his suggestive pose. "This look good enough?"
"You look fine, Angel. Seriously though, maybe finding a way to quit is for the best? You got money, and you're pretty famous, too. Hell, I'm sure you can start your own private business or something..." You grabbed a comb from your nightstand and start brushing, untangling all the knots in your fur/hair. "From what I've heard, Valentino isn't a good or weak guy, but...There's gotta be something you can do!"
The drug addict sighed. "Only way I can think of is to kill 'im. Don't think my family could really take him...uh..." He moved over to the bed and pressed a hand to your cheek. "Just- You don't gotta worry about me. I've endured that horny jackass for a couple of decades. This is nothin' now. Sure, I like the idea of gettin' with somebody, and Husker down there looks pretty hot..." He paused, his face switching to one of confusion for a moment, before resuming to his more carefree facade. The man stretched and walked back to the door. "I gotta go. See ya later, Y/N!"
It was an abrupt way to end a conversation, especially with it seeming like he was going to delve deeper into his past. You did learn one thing though; He did have a family down here. But why did he mention them so suddenly?
Now that you were thinking about it, you didn't know very much about Angel and his past. Thing is, your bonding was instantaneous. There was barely any sort of intimate moments with just the two of you. You never really saw him in a vulnerable state, unless you can call him being extremely pissed even remotely vulnerable. You had no idea who he was when he was alive, or even before you came to hell. All you knew was what you could tell from face value. Was it wrong of you to give him your opinions when you don't really even KNOW him? Maybe you're just overthinking things??
Just then, three familiar knocks erupted from the door. Your confusion evaporated and was instantly replaced with dread. Was that Alastor, and if so, was he angry that you hadn't done anything yet? Another three knocks came and gone, though he seemed a bit more frantic than usual. You gently opened the door......(A DDLC reference? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
Alastor stood in his glory, obviously unnerved by SOMETHING. His smile was tight, his eyes appeared dimmer than usual. The eye on his mic appeared almost sad. Something was wrong, and he had come to you.
"Hello, my dear!" His voice boomed, but again, he sounded a little worried. Maybe even angry?
"Hi...Alastor..."
"I have something I need to tell you! Meet me in my office! Be quick, darling!" And with that, he vanished, though you SWORE you saw something move in the darkness, even after he already left.
Luckily, you had more clothes choices, so it was a bit easier to find something to wear. After cleaning yourself up, you went out and took the elevator to the top floor. The empty, unoccupied hallway greeted you. Besides the slight teetering of tiny feet hitting the floor, all was quiet.
Finally, you found yourself in front of Alastor's door. From the crack underneath, a dim light wavered about, possibly the light of a candle. It created an eerie contrast to the more powerful lights lining up the halls.
You breathed in a heavy sigh before knocking on the wood of the door.
"Who is it?" His voice rang with feigned optimism, along with the slight undertone of static. You rubbed at your particularly sensitive ears before responding with a weak "It's Y/N". Another long silence ensued before the demon let you in.
The office was much more chaotic than usual. Many trinkets from the 19th century covered Alastor's desk, which mostly consisted of items generating electricity. Along with that were several candles, burned to its very last glob of cooled, melted wax. His hair was slightly frazzled but wasn't too noticeable. He appeared concentrated and even a bit tired. You took a seat, watching as Alastor paced around, gloved hand pressed against his (-sharp) chin.
"So..uh...why am I here?" You chose your words carefully as you continued to watch Alastor pace around the room, almost like he was doing an odd dance. His head snapped to where you were, and the little light in the room disappeared, leaving you alone in the dark...with the Radio Demon.
Obviously, you got a little panicked, thinking along the lines of "oh shit oh shit" and "fuck fuck fuck". However, Alastor was quick to reignite the flame of one of the newer candles. Quickly, the scent of cedarwood wafted through the room and calmed you down...slightly. You wouldn't tell anybody, but you were VERY close to pissing your pants.
"Alright, my dear!" His radio-like voice made you jump in your seat, but he didn't seem to find it as amusing as the other times he would try and scare you. Deciding to not comment on the change, you continue to sit and wait for an explanation.
"Well, before I tell you...has anything out of the ordinary occurred, darling? Perhaps, some things going missing, or hearing things that others can't? Seeing things out of the corner of your eye? Anything strange?"
"Why?? What's going on??" What the fuck is he going on about??
"My dear, I will explain my predicament once you answer the question. It will do both of us some good." The usually patient man seemed very on edge, tightly gripping his mic as he gave you an almost threatening glare. Your body stiffened up underneath his gaze and quickly nodded in understanding.
"Okay, uh...After we talked, I have been feeling like somebody was watching me? I keep seeing something dark in the corner of my eye whenever I'm alone, and it's usually in my room. Um, I haven't noticed anything going missing, but that would probably be because I just bought some of my necessities very recently. And last night, I did hear somebody talking to me." The deer demon seemed particularly interested, or more alarmed, by the last bit.
"Well, my dear. Please describe what this "voice" was talking with you about?" Your face was flushed with embarrassment at the thought of telling somebody like the RADIO DEMON of your most self-incriminating thoughts. The discomfort is equivalent to having a normal conversation with your gynecologist during your exam or explaining to your parents what an "x reader" is.
"Just um...?" You quickly came up with something vague, but also easy to understand. "Just about the mistakes I've made in my past life? The thing I did to bring me to hell? Stuff like that..." Alastor nodded and readjusted his monocle, using the other hand to pinch his nose bridge. He exhaled loudly.
"Right, my dear. I believe both Vox and Valentino are aware of the deal we've made. I'm afraid you are now in danger."
"WHA-?!" Alastor quickly shut you up, his gloved hand clasped around your throat. (I don't think he'd want his gloved hand "dirtied by your mouth". Just seems like such an Alastor way to think, y'know?) He quickly let go, clearing his throat as you regained your breath.
"Do not yell, Y/N". He used your real name. Shit was definitely hitting the fan, and it was big chunks of it. He collapsed into his chair. "That isn't even the worst part, I'm afraid."
"How is it NOT the worst part, Alastor?!" You whisper-yelled. He massaged his temple and gave you a half-lidded glare. "You were specifically chosen for Charlotte's project because your situation is very disputable. You are the biggest chance hell has at any means of redemption. This will open more possibilities for Lucifer, hence why he's also placed you under Magne protection."
"What..?"
"And." He continued. "Killing you would be considered a challenge to Hell Royalty, and anybody who tries and/or succeeds to kill you will be erased."
You could feel a major headache coming on from all this information, and the worst part was nothing seemed to fit. It was all jumbled and confusing. "I don't get it? Isn't that a good thing? And why did you even choose ME to carry out all of this? Why not some other overlord?"
"It's simple, darling. Partnering with you essentially means I would be protected, too. I can possibly get rid of two overlords and take over their territory, all at a low cost. If they were to come after me directly, I could use you as a shield. If they killed you, Lucifer himself would have gotten rid of them for me. However, now that they're both aware, you are now susceptible to being a potential hostage."
The panic was now setting in. "Can't you UNDO the deal, then?!" Alastor lifted his head and gave you an irritated look. "We both know that isn't how it works, you vexatious buffoon. I need for you to realize the situation you are in, and be rationale from now on. Luckily for you, this deal doesn't have a particular due date, therefore you can focus on staying alive. I must do extensive research to keep both of us alive without having to get Lucifer involved."
"But-"
*knock*
"Um, Al? Is Y/N in there with you? I gotta ask her about some stuff for her hotel plan! I figured today might be good to start doing all of that stuff sooo..."
Alastor gave me a stern look before resuming his usually boisterous persona. "Yes, Charlie, dear! We've just finished our talk, so feel free to take her wherever you please!" She entered and perked up at the sight of you.
"Oh my gosh, you look great in those clothes! Niffty definitely has some good taste!" She clapped childishly, while a quiet Vaggie stood by, sending death glares at Alastor.
"O-Oh, uh...yeah! So, you wanted to talk about my rehabilitation plan?" She nodded quickly and dragged you and Vaggie along, not bothering to close Alastor's door behind the three of you.
You couldn't help but look back, watching a distressed Alastor hold his head in his hands, as the door slowly closed shut.
The beginning of something dangerous had just begun, but were you ready to face it?
A/N: I won't go into much detail about the long wait for this chapter. There's a semi-explanation on my page conversations in case you're curious. But uh...thanks for reading the new chapter!
I just found out that there should be some Hazbin news soon, so hopefully, they finished some episodes and are about ready to stream them. I really miss the Hazbin crew! (Husk and Angel are my personal favorites, but Al has that certain charm to him. Fat Nuggets is best boi, though <3)
In case someone is confused, there SHOULD be lots of revenge elements to this. Probably lots of 4th Great Ninja War vibes, for all those Naruto fans out there. It took a while to come up with an appropriate conflict, but I think I'm heading in the right direction, or rather the direction I WANTED to follow. As for my other x reader for Alastor, I SHOULD put out more chapters for it, but I just gotta remember the plot I had planned for it. I noticed some people were starting to read it again so...
Anyways, I hope you're doing well! If not, I hope things get better! All of you are wonderful and important people and have so much potential just waiting to pop out at the right time. NEVER forget this! Everybody has something to give to this world! I love you guys so much 💖
See you in the next chapter!