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My Charming Red Savior [5]

・❥ You make a deal with Alastor, uh oh?

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x: i actually enjoy alastor’s room a lot, esp that little pocket dimension he’s got going on. thought we’d take a chapter and play around with it!

~ 6.1k words

When you stepped into Alastor’s room, the last thing you expected to see was the opposite wall divulging into some swampy void of tall, dark trees as fog rolled across the grass. You swore you could even hear the faint sounds of bullfrogs calling across the flooded expanse.

A bayou in the middle of the hotel? Alastor must have done this, no doubt. Stopping just past the threshold to the large room, you pointed a questioning finger towards the swamp.

“What is that…?”

“Just a place to test my powers,” Alastor brushed past you, and the soft, orange lights nearby flickered to life as he entered beside you, “Somewhere the consequences of my actions won’t affect the outside world.”

“Consequences?”

“Correct,” Alastor seemed to be enjoying educating you on magic and what he was capable of, as he continued to undo his coat near the doorway as you explored, “The limits of my powers continue to expand, and anyone with a good head on their shoulders would do well to understand the potential risks involved when playing around with demonic forces. This is a sanctuary I can do that without causing chaos inside the hotel… and a quaint little view as well.”

“Is it real?” Your gaze skimmed across old black-and-white photos of demons you didn’t recognize.

“An illusion carefully crafted with years of work. I’ve fine-tuned it to display scenes closest to my memories from before.”

“It must remind you of home,” you said softly, eyes tracing an alligator skeleton nailed to the wall, a string of small, flickering lights snaking around its ribs and up its tail.

Even if Alastor never mentioned it without a little prodding, it seemed as if his old home on Earth was something he continued to keep close to him. He still had a passion for music, for southern food, and his drive to keep everything the way it was only further displayed his fondness towards his life on earth. What wasn’t there to miss when you’d end up in a place like this for eternity?

“Indeed,” Alastor nodded slowly, and you watched his signature red suit slip slowly down his back. Underneath, a crimson dress shirt shimmered softly in the ambient light. Thin, leather straps hugged tightly across his chest and back, before wrapping around his shoulders for one and down his sides to latch tightly on his dress pants.

The chest suspenders accentuated his slenderness, shaping the pointish frame of his suit to lovely lines like the noticeable curve of his hips. His thin, feminine waist was as prominent as ever with the straps keeping his shirt nestled tightly against his skin, revealing a more sophisticated figure than what his tuxedo suit had to offer.

Wowie.

You prayed Alastor would turn around to face you, only so you could see how yummy he looked from the front while he placed his signature red coat onto the hanger next to the door. You struggled to keep your eyes up as they traveled farther and farther down his firm back until—

Wait, a second. Was that small, dark red tuft of fur that was nestled against the small of his back, actually what you think it is?

It jutted out from the top of Alastor’s pants, relaxed against the tight fabric. As the demon walked towards the bookshelf, arm raising towards a vintage radio, it swished cutely behind him. You zoned in on the ball of fluff, mouth slightly agape.

TAIL!

Heat instantly crept onto your cheeks, your fingers twitching, itching to reach forward and wrap your fingers around the plush fur. Alastor’s tail looked as soft as his ears, and that made your face only boil hotter as you imagined how his hair must feel similar. The thought of burying your face in him like a pillow made you smile dopely, before the realization of what you were thinking made you clamp your lips into a thin line.

Smacking a hand over your face, you tried to hide your embarrassment as Alastor moved a few feet further away, completely oblivious to your flustered figure ogling him.

What was wrong with you?! Here you were supposed to be helping him with his wounds but instead you were too busy drooling at how pretty he was!

Alastor’s tail was much more reactive than his ears, and as his fingers fussed with the radio dial, the increasingly audible jazz tune that began to waft through its speakers had that tuft of fur beginning to rise. White peaked from his underfur, as it slowly lifted in a silent expression of pleasure from the demon, as the music began to pour from the radio crystal clear.

You could understand why he was so intent on keeping it hidden underneath his suit. It didn’t seem like Alastor had complete control of his tail, and there was no doubt he saw it as a ‘weakness’ that other powerful demons could use against him somehow.

You thought it was adorable, and somehow, you’d convince Alastor of that too.

A gentle jazz beat with words you didn’t recognize wafted through the air, as Alastor turned to face you with a satisfied grin. Your eyes instantly shot up to meet his own, but not in time for the demon to notice your strange, heated demeanor and the way you cracked a quick, innocent grin.

He definitely caught you staring at his ass, and now you had other things to stare at with how snug that leather strap was across his upper body, and the way it seemed to only make his chest puff out even more. You definitely weren’t having a hard time controlling your gaze as Alastor sidled to the desk, a playful glint from his monocle as his eyelids lowered slightly.

“Find something of interest?” He hummed, cracking a charming smile as he slid his claws gently across the oak desk’s surface, tracing lines downward until he landed at the top drawer. Pulling it open as you averted your gaze, eyes searching for anything of interest.

“Why, yes,” you nodded, putting a hand to your chin in dramatic thought as your attention landed on the bookshelf Alastor had just moved away from, the rows of books on full display, the titles unreadable in the dim light.

“You love to read, unsurprisingly.” You smiled as Alastor pulled a small medical kit from the drawer, turning to face you slowly, “Do you have a preferred genre?”

“Murder mysteries are a favorite of mine,” He nodded, striding over to the twin vintage cushioned chairs that sat next to the fireplace, “The fear and the adrenaline that spikes through the protagonist as they try to find the killer before the killer finds them, a thrilling hunt from both sides.”

Alastor giggled at that, placing a hand to his mouth as if recalling a fond memory as you slowly joined him next to the fireplace. It flickered with bright green light, licking at the metal railings keeping its size in check as Alastor stood beside the chair, gesturing you to sit.

“You’re the one injured,” you frowned, plopping down into the chair as you took the medical kit from his free hand, “It should be me doing these things for you.”

“Manners don’t go out the door just because there is blood present, I am still a gentleman,” Alastor replied with a waggle of his finger, before he took a seat near you, his claws tapping against the chair’s arm rhythmically with the jazz music.

The warmth from the fire had your eyes drooping slightly, exhaustion tickling the back of your scalp. Even though it was technically still early afternoon, almost getting blown up multiple times, meeting the king of Hell who also saved your life, and being in the center of the two power demon’s bickering had drained you.

Alastor’s room was very serene, the soft jazz lulling you into a tranquility that had you sinking further into the chair. The deep brown, neutral tones of the antique furniture that framed the room, along with the orange lights that flickered softly along the walls were easy on your eyes, and you smiled softly as you unclipped the medical case’s lid and opened it slowly.

With invisible hands, Alastor’s chair moved forward without effort, scraping softly against the dark red carpet beneath before stilling right as his legs were about to brush against your own. Skimming through the contents of bandaids, your attention landed on packaged tiny alcohol wipes and thin white gauze. Placing the two items on your lap, you leaned over and placed the medical kit on a side table nearby.

Lifting a hand towards Alastor, you beckoned him forward and he slid his fingers into your palm. He leaned forward as you pulled his hand into your lap, one elbow against the arm of the chair, a hand cupping his chin as he watched you tenderly dab his cuts with the alcohol wipe. The smeared blood against his skin was cleaned off as you worked, and Alastor only silently judged you on the strange, affectionate behavior.

Why would you care so much about a few scratches on his hand, when it meant nothing in the long run. It's not like the rose was made out of angelic steel, yet you fretted simply because he could still feel the sting of the thorns on his tender skin.

For any other demon, Alastor would have slapped them across the face with a tentacle for suggesting to look after him in this way. Why would he reveal any kind of weakness to someone who could use it against him, or view him as what, fragile, delicate? That was not something The Radio Demon could have for his image.

Except, your intention was nothing but pure since the first time Alastor had met you. Even Charlie, the sweet and naive woman he’d come to grow fond of, still had her reasons for treating Alastor with great kindness. He was beneficial to her hotel’s success, and as long as he felt welcomed, he’d help her turn her dreams into reality. Since he began climbing the political ladder of Pentagram City, anytime someone wanted his presence was to use him.

You, on the other hand, had no ulterior motive. Even when you learned from your friend the terrible things they claim Alastor committed, your curiosity and kindness towards him never faltered.

You had never asked for his help, even going so far as to deny his assistance when it came to putting that snobby boss of yours back in line. Every time the two of you had crossed paths, it had been him initiating the meeting, him making the first moves for you to notice his presence, him seeking you out.

And now, even seeing Alastor in any kind of vulnerable state, your soft and gentle demeanor didn’t waver, didn’t dull knowing he wasn’t a second-to-none overlord that could take on any threat as he’s so valiantly demonstrated before.

You didn’t value him any less for his injuries, and in truth, your image of him only improved knowing he was just a man in demon form. Someone with insecurities, human emotions like pain and jealousy, and a good eye for flora.

Except, Alastor wished you’d be paying less attention to his grievous wounds, and instead of focusing on the question you were rudely interrupted trying to answer this morning.

“Come to a decision on your stay at the hotel?”

Your hands halted in mid-air, the gauze between your fingers while you had been finishing up wrapping his fingers with the white tape. You had been thinking this whole time about different haircuts to subtly introduce Alastor to improve the only slightly lacking feature on his figure.

“Well–I, um, about that…” you started, grimacing at the way the words fell out of your mouth were scrambled under his intense gaze, “I have been thinking, but I mean, there’s a lot to think about. First off, while I believe Charlie really has something going on here with the hotel… I don’t think I fit the criteria.”

“Of course you do!” Alastor chuckled, as if you had just said the silliest thing to have graced his ears, “If a harlot and that slithering simpleton have a chance at leading a virtuous existence, then I'd say the cards are in your hands for that too!”

You were about to open your mouth, before he leaned back into his chair, slipping his bandaged hand out of your grip and back to his side to inspect it carefully.

“And, I’m quite confident you could find a more fulfilling job here at the hotel, instead of under that spineless wretch of a man,” Alastor continued, reclining back into the chair as he tilted his head in thought.

“Probably…”

“Not to mention, complimentary room and board? My, you’ve got a very tantalizing offer right in front of you, any sorry bloke off the street would be jumping at the opportunity you’ve been given.”

Was that true? Alastor was really selling this to you, and you reached up a hand to soothingly scratch your neck as you thought. Would it be so bad to stay here?

Your thoughts from earlier this morning replayed in your head. There wasn’t anything specifically keeping you from denying the offer. You worked a dead-end job around people you were uncomfortable with, the place you were renting was small and falling apart, and you had nobody holding you back. Your friends were there, but weren’t close in your circle. Which kind of meant you didn’t have a circle… except these new demons at the hotel. You were warming up to them, and they weren’t too bad.

Did you really have a shot at redemption? Were you worthy of eternal happiness?

What if having such made you a laughingstock, what if joining these people made you a target of Heaven? That wouldn’t be good, and you were a nobody with no power that

“Al…” You sighed with a groan, placing your head into your hands. Why did you have to be so indecisive?!

“Why don’t we make a deal?” Alastor's smile cracked wider, the curves of his lips becoming sharper as an unreadable expression crossed his eyes.

“A deal?”

“Just a simple thing,” He smiled innocently, leaning “No contract or handshake necessary, I believe you are trustworthy to hold up your end with just words.”

God, he was super close to you now, practically nose to nose as he looked at you expectantly. A playful glint shimmered in his red monocle, and your breath hitched at his proximity.

“What kind of deal?” You finally whispered, heat creeping onto your cheeks.

“You want to learn my interests, want a peek into my life above, hm?” He inched closer to you, smile widening as you leaned backward, “If I take you directly to the source, show you life as I lived it, then you must move to the hotel and stay for one month.”

‘Source’? What did he mean by that? And, if you agreed, you had to stay for a month? But, he was going to open himself up and share his past life with you, which meant a lot to you.

His eyelids lowered again, something you had noticed earlier when he caught your ogling. Were they lowered in amusement? Some amateurs attempt at bedroom eyes? You could hardly think straight with how close he was to you, a hundred routes of where things could go next skimming through your mind.

Maybe that was just a delusion of yours, wanting Alastor to show more interest than just pretty flowers and a ring that he seemed to sport on you just for show. You barely knew the man, but his kindness and, oh, and that voice… you were just so impatient.

Alastor wasn’t a big physical romantic, you could tell. Which meant you needed to take things slow, respect his space and his pace. He flustered so easily when you complimented him, obviously new to the whole romantic thing in general, and that only made you want to do it again.

Which meant, it would be you that would have to make some moves this time. Even if they were small, it seemed any act of affection would send the deer demon into a tizzy. A kiss on the cheek? Too brazen. A flower crown for his antlers? A little too cottage-girly for him, perhaps.

“I enjoy your excitement at my proposition,” Alastor broke you from your thoughts, as he smiled widely at your dopey expression again, “But I’ll need you to agree with words, darling.”

You really needed to learn to keep your facial expressions in check, it was embarrassing how easily Alastor had been able to catch you mid-daydream so easily.

“...Okay.” You finally whisper, and energy crackles inside the room right as the words leave your lips.

“Wonderful!” Alastor beamed, rising from the chair in one smooth motion, his good hand wrapping around your forearm suddenly before pulling you up beside him.

Blinking, you felt him slip an arm around yours before tugging you across the room. The jazz from the radio seemed to increase in volume the closer the two of you stepped closer to the pocket dimension a few feet away.

You halted right at the edge, the croaking from the frogs, and distant calls of the owl grew louder as you lifted your head towards the looming trees. The sky was starless, a large, dark blue shadow masking the scene at night as the fireflies danced. What was Alastor planning?

“Just a moment, I need to grab my cane,” he left your side, walking back to the fireplace as your gaze stayed frozen on the swampy atmosphere ahead.

You leaned forward, trying to get a better look around the weird little pocket-dimension. Even the air inside changed, you could practically taste the humidity in the air as it began to stick to your forehead.

Did the grass still feel like grass, even in a powerful illusion like this? You had no idea Alastor was capable of this kind of magic, especially such vivid scenery. Slowly, you lifted a foot over where brown wood melted into greenery, still hesitant to touch the strange grass.

You held a breath as you crossed the threshold, the sounds of grass crunching beneath as you walked into the wetland. You could feel the water in the soil squelching as you walked slowly, towards nowhere in particular as you twisted your head at the unfamiliar area.

Thick, swampy vines curled around large trunks and snaked into deep, mucky waters. The way was illuminated by the flickering bodies of fireflies as they danced almost rhythmically to the soft jazz in the background. Sometimes, the surface of the water nearby would ripple, and you swore the shadow of a long body of something stalking underneath the surface passed right next to you.

When you turned to face the line of trees in the distance, two pairs of glowing, yellow eyes met yours. A silhouette of a four-legged creature, tall with branching antlers that tickled at the leaves above its head. The two of you locked eyes for a few moments, and you opened your mouth slightly in awe as it stood elegantly before you.

“My, you are quite a wanderer!” A chipper voice exclaimed behind you, and you pivoted with a yelp to face the static-laced voice smiling softly toward you.

“This place is really amazing,” you laughed, twisting your head to find the buck had disappeared, “It actually feels like we’re back on Earth, almost.”

“It gets better,” Alastor hummed beside you, extending a hand that you accepted with gentle fingers as he grasped you softly.

“Well, how do I look?” He leaned closer to you, puffing his chest slightly as you skimmed across his pretty figure.

Your hands tentatively lifted to adjust the slightly angled black bowtie near his collar, and Alastor only watched you carefully as you fixed it back into place.

“Perfect,” you sang with a smile, and he mimicked your expression with glee.

“Always a charm, my doe.” Alastor winked, before he slid his arm through yours once more and stood shoulder-to-shoulder beside you.

His smile was playful, as he glanced at you standing tense beside him. You had a sneaking suspicion he was going to teleport you again, or do something magically stomach-twisting that had you wishing for a paper bag on the side.

“Now, close your eyes…”

You followed his instruction, squeezing them shut with a deep breath.

You barely had time to exhale before the wind around you turned to a deathly chill, and the humidity was zapped from the air as that familiar feeling of weightlessness had you tightening your hold on Alastor.

You felt him shifting beside you, although you couldn’t imagine into what as your eyes stayed shut tight, cold gripping at your shoulders. It felt like the ground was alive, transforming right beneath you with barely a tremble as you held your breath tightly.

Then, your ears popped and you felt the grass beneath your feet shift to firm, rocky pavement. There was music, jazz again, but this time the words were audible as women's voices sang with the bumping rhythm.

‘I’m just a little Jackie Horner,’

‘Since I met my sugar cane,’

“Are you going to keep your eyes shut the entire time?” Alastor prodded beside you, his tone laced with amusement as you relaxed slightly at the sound of his voice.

Taking a deep breath, you crack an eyelid, the darkened atmosphere easy on your vision as you slowly open your eyes to reveal a scene straight out of a history book.

You were standing in the middle of a cracked, paved road, illuminated by a stretch of tall lamps that cast warm orange tones across the street. Buildings with tall shutters for windows beckoned an invisible finger for you to follow, as spicy, southern food hit your nostrils and the sounds of riled entertainment reached your ears.

‘I left a light lamp on that old corner,’

‘For the moon in lover’s lane,’

They all held porches that spanned the entire front of the house-sized buildings. Darkened, silhouetted figures laughed above your head, as you stood there in awe.

There were a few cars parked on the sides of the street, with thin, flimsy wheels reminding you of distant times when vehicles were just starting to reach the public eye.

It really felt like you had stepped into the past, everything reminisced to a world before TVs, social media, and WiFi. When newspapers and radios ruled supreme, people came together and danced on the streets instead of dancing behind the camera on silly apps.

‘When I take my sugar to tea,’

‘All the boys are jealous of me,’

“Welcome to New Orleans in Roarin’ Twenties!” Alastor beamed beside you, gesturing to the long row of storefronts, the air humming with lively energy and pulsing with vibrant rhythms of tunes long forgotten.

You jumped at the sound of a baritone horn blaring from beside you. A steamboat filled with flickering lights and singing, boisterous voices chugged past you, its large wheel churning as water cascaded from the paddles.

A figure turned to you, masked in shadows before they raised an arm and waved across the water towards you. Your lips curved wider with a smile, before lifting a cautious hand and returning the gesture.

‘When I take my sugar to tea,’

‘All the boys are jealous of me,’

You felt someone bump into your shoulder, another one of those mysterious figures that filled the street.

“‘Scuse me, miss,” the stranger tipped his hat apologetically to you, bowing slightly as he brushed by.

‘So I never take her where the gang goes,’

‘When I take my sugar to tea,’

You twisted your head to finally get a good look at the strangers around you, before your eyes widened at the sight of a doll-like man, his mouth sewn into a wide smile. Black buttons glinted at you from where his eyes should have been, as the man placed his hat back on and turned away.

You didn’t have time to process the sight before Alastor was pulling you down the street, a live band played outside one bar, the paint mashing keys to a much faster rhythm as two women swung each other across the sidewalk with laughter and the clicking of heels.

Alastor pulled you along until the two of you stopped at a bakery storefront. Shadowed puppets flowed around you, as your eyes landed on a steaming plate of deep-fried goodness sitting patiently on a table right outside the doorway.

“Beignets,” He hummed, handing you a pastry, “A cultural classic in these parts.”

‘I’m a rowdy dowdy, that’s me,’

It reminded you of a tiny pillow, sugar coating its surface as you squished the crunchy delicacy before lifting it to your lips.

Taking a bite, the warmth of the bread bloomed across your body as the food traveled down your throat. Your tongue reached out to swipe at the leftover sugar hanging on your lips, as you smiled with pleasure.

‘She’s a high hat baby, that’s she,’

Alastor only watched you with a soft expression, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched you fill your mouth.

“You seem to be enjoying that,” he remarked, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

You nodded enthusiastically, your mouth still partially occupied by the delicious treat. “It’s amazing! I’ve never tasted anything like it before,” you exclaimed, your words muffled by the pastry.

“Well, there’s a lot of things you have yet to experience, my doe!” He sang, before tugging you along with a static-laced chuckle.

As the two of you strolled down the bustling street, your eyes caught a small crowd surrounding a man in a tall, black hat as he smiled charmingly at the audience.

The magician, dressed in a dapper suit adorned with intricate patterns, stood before a small crowd, his hands moving with precision and finesse as he dazzled onlookers with his feats of magic.

Curiosity piqued, you and Alastor paused to watch the spectacle unfold. The magician’s fingers danced across a deck of cards with effortless grace, manipulating them in ways that seemed impossible. Cards vanished into thin air only to reappear in unexpected places, leaving the crowd gasping in amazement.

Alastor only glanced at you unamusingly, and you laughed softly at his facial expression. Magic card tricks were nothing in comparison to what he was capable of, and you were sure he could wow this illusionary crowd in a heartbeat.

The two of you turned, halfway down the street now, as Alastor pointed at a few different sights. He even introduced you to instruments you’d never heard of before as the two of you continued on.

“Have you ever performed?” You turned to him, another southern treat in your hand as you kept pace underneath the gas-lit lamps above.

“On the streets? No, not like this,” Alastor shook his head, his nails clicking against his cane rhythmically with the music wafting from a bar nearby as the two of you stood near the edge of the river.

You had gotten your hands on a small cup of Duchess Potatoes, a light, creamier version of the classic spud. Placing a small spoonful in your mouth, you swirled the flavors across your taste buds as you watched Alastor stare out at the open expanse of water.

“Once in a while, I’d stop at an old friend of mine’s jazz club, and on the nights I had a few extra drinks in my system, I'd lend my voice to the flappers as they danced.”

“That sounds like fun!”

“It was,” He nodded, recounting the memories with amusement, “Mimzy would always tease me that I'd make better use as a flapper than a radio host. Sometimes, I think about life if I would have

You laughed softly, imagining such a scene of Alastor dancing in a high skirt and fishnets.

It wasn’t until the doors to a bar at the end of the street burst open, and large instruments were dragged through the threshold and out into the streets. Men gathered, readying their musical weapons for another nightly show as onlookers turned their attention to them.

“Do you hear that?” He asked with a large, devilish smile as he turned to face the small crowd gathering. Couples glided in, teasing each other as they paired around the pianist and his band of stringed instruments. You watched his ears twitch slightly, twisting towards the rising noises.

“It looks like they are all going to dance!” You replied next to him, and Alastor turned to see interest gleaming in your gaze. He watched you for a few moments, before his crimson eyes landed on a trolly that was moving its way down the large street and towards the band.

You felt fingers lace around your wrist, and the gentle tugging from beside you as you met Alastor’s mischievous gaze.

“Let’s make sure we don’t miss it, then!” He winked, before he pulled you towards the lumbering vehicle.

With wide eyes, you watched Alastor take a running start and gracefully leap onto the back of the trolley, hanging tightly to the railing as he beckoned for you to join.

You watched for a moment, before taking a deep breath and running to catch up with the trolly. Laughing, you reached out a hand to grasp Alastor’s as you closed in on the back of the vehicle.

You felt a sizzle of magic drag you an inch forward, and your fingers laced with Alastor’s as he pulled you beside him. He snaked one hand securely around your waist as you leaned out from the side of the vehicle, the wind whipping against your face as you watched the street lights flicker past.

“I used to time myself on how fast I could make it on,” Alastor’s voice broke you from your awe, and you turned your head to meet his gaze, “I’m not sure if I've improved since my younger days.”

You only smiled softly, the proximity of his touch hot on your mind, but you didn’t speak a word as the trolley continued on its path, the bar’s lights flashing with life as you beelined towards it.

The trolley was fast, as it sped by the large steamboat, which honked as if in greeting to the passing vehicle. The trolley replied with a jingle of its own, before the boat disappeared farther down the river.

The trolley began to slow a few feet from the band, which you were thankful for, unsure if you had the physical form to tuck and roll successfully had you needed to make a quick exit.

Alastor landed on the pavement with a thump, twisting his grip so he could help you down with both hands firmly placed at your sides.

“Let’s hurry before we miss it!” He sang, before pulling you along towards the crowd. The pianist thrummed the keys, inciting the dancers to twirl faster and they were lost in a hypnotic bustle of bodies fluidly maneuvering against each other. The sounds of shoes hitting pavement echoed along with the drumming beat, twisting in a tune of its own creation as you and Alastor moved closer.

But, why did it look like he was going to pull you in the center? Weren’t the two of you just going to stand back and watch?

You didn’t have time to answer your own questions before you were in the center of the dancing couples. You froze with the spotlight on you, the jazz ringing in your ears as your shoulders softly pumped to the music.

Alastor took your hands carefully, his legs beginning to move in practiced motion as you stood there awkwardly.

“I can’t dance!” You squeaked.

“It’s the Charleston, darling!” His voice cut through the romping rhythm, sending you a charming grin as he began to move his feet, “It’s not too hard, just follow my lead!”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your nerves as you focused on Alastor’s movements. His feet moved with precision and fluidity, his body swaying effortlessly to the beat of the music. You tried to mimic his steps, clumsily at first, but with each passing moment, you found yourself growing more confident as you fell into sync with his rhythm.

As the music swirled around you, you lost yourself in the dance, allowing Alastor to guide you with gentle precision. His hands were warm and reassuring against yours, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you moved together in perfect harmony.

The sounds of shoes hitting pavement echoed in time with the drumming beat, creating a hypnotic melody that seemed to envelop you in its embrace. The world around you faded away as you focused solely on the dance.

With each step, each turn, you felt yourself letting go of your inhibitions, allowing the music to flow through you like a river. You spun and twirled with glee, lost in the intoxicating energy of the moment, a smile spreading across your face as laughter bubbled up from deep within your chest.

As the song reached its climax, you and Alastor moved as one, your bodies intertwined in a symphony of movement and sound. In that fleeting moment, there was no past or future, no worries or doubts – there was only the here and now, the exhilarating rush of the dance, and the feeling of Alastor’s touch against your skin.

As the music faded into the night, you found yourself breathless and exhilarated, your cheeks flushed with exertion and excitement. You turned to Alastor with a grin, your eyes shining with newfound confidence.

“I can’t believe I just did that!” You exclaimed, the thrill of the dance still coursing through your veins. Alastor chuckled softly, his gaze warm and affectionate as he tilted his head towards you.

“You were marvelous, my dear,” he replied, his voice filled with pride. “But then again, I wouldn’t expect anything less from someone as extraordinary as you.”

You returned the smile, a breathless laugh escaping your lips as you swayed next to him. The music was beginning to die, the scene slowly falling away as the grass began to replace the tiled, stone pavement under your feet.

Never did you imagine you’d find yourself dancing near glistening waters, eating the delicacies that the human world once had to offer.

Never did you imagine, Alastor would be such a good dancer! And, dancing with you, no less!

“I think my hunger for information has been quenched, for now,” you smiled playfully, eyes locked onto Alastor as the world around you shifted.

“Good,” Alastor smiled satisfactorily, before a mischievous glint reflected through his monocle, “Now… I believe it's time to hold up your end of the deal.”

Right. The part where you had to move into the hotel. One month. Not a year, not forever, just one month. Couldn’t you decide by then?

Yes, you could. You could come to a decision now, honestly, but something else was itching at the back of your mind. An act of affection that would no doubt get a reaction from the demon in front of you.

“I think you’re onto something…” You nodded slowly, pulling Alastor's hand toward you with a sly smile.

Alastor’s eyebrows furrowed at your behavior, as his fingers lifted closer and closer towards your lips.

With gentle reverence, you pressed a soft kiss to each of his fingertips, your lips lingering against his skin for a moment longer than necessary. Alastor’s breath caught in his throat, a startled look crossing his features as he watched you with wide eyes.

Finally, the roles had reversed.

For a brief moment, the world seemed to stand still as you held his hand in yours, your lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The touch of your lips against his skin sent a fire igniting inside Alastor, one he was struggling to contain.

A flush of color spread across his cheeks, a rare display of vulnerability that took you by surprise. His usual composed demeanor faltered for just a moment, revealing the depth of emotion hidden beneath the surface.

“Y-you…” Alastor stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he searched for the right words. But before he could find them, he was interrupted by the sound of laughter echoing in the distance, the moment broken by the world slowly shifting around you.

Clearing his throat and regaining his composure, Alastor withdrew his hand from yours with careful movements.

“Well, I suppose we should be getting your things,” he said, his tone carefully neutral. But the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed the lingering effects of your gesture.

Behind him, the fireplace illuminated the non-magical side of Alastor’s room, the vintage clock displaying arms that had barely moved an inch since you left on your little adventure.

“Seems so,” you replied with a honeyed tone, batting your eyelashes at him as he adjusted his bowtie with clumsy fingers.

If you had looked down while flustering the poor man, you’d have noticed his tail high, white fur on full display behind him. Instead, you brushed past him and back into the confines of normalcy.

awwww man, we made it, alastor finally has his girl staying at the hotel! and a lil kissy kiss :3

i hope you guys could understand what was going on lmao i spent like an hour or two looking up pictures of new orleans, southern food, and steamboats 😂

thank you with your patience on this part, have a great day! 🤍

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guys im so sorry 4 not posting a new chapter in like a week ill get working on it i promise :( in the meantime heres a wip of alastor and buné

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel characters #hazbinhotel #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin oc #alastor x oc #art #drawing

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All my character banners pt. 1

A/N I've had a couple of people ask me about my banners, so I figured I'd compile them.

These are free to use by anyone who wants to. It'd be cool if you could credit me somewhere in the post tho 🫶

Continued in reblogs - 10 image limit + I'm gonna be remaking several of these

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Prey of Hell - Chapter 3

Alastor x Buné (OC) Chapter 3: Distant Dream

Previous Chapter Word Count: 3250 TW: Physical Abuse, Mental Abuse

The entertainer’s life was a stage where she was constantly performing, consequences persistent when she let that performance fall through. No one knew her, not who she was and not her real name. No one knew her exact age, no one knew her family or if she had even had one. No one knew if she felt no emotions or too many. Not a single living soul was even aware that she was performing.

The short woman stood in front of the cracked mirror, tracing her delicate fingers across the shattered glass. The feeling of the cool glass against her fingertips distracted her for a moment, swiftly being brought back into reality by the clean cut of skin on her pointer finger. She recoiled, holding her finger close to her as she whispered profanities. The blood cascaded down towards her palm, slowly dripping down to the floor.

This pain brought her back into reality and she observed the room she was in. It was the backstage of a circus, relatively creepy statues of animals decorating the hard concrete floor. The mirror was surrounded by a gold frame and the walls were pale. The woman took a step back, her eyes falling back to the bleeding cut on her finger. She let out a long sigh as she heard approaching footsteps and the loud sound of a door opening with aggression.

A tall man flung the door open, yelling multiple different swears at the young lady whose clothes looked to be one of a ringleader. What was he saying?

A mist appeared to crowd into the room and create a cool atmosphere, providing a sense of stability in the backstage that was never present before. Everything seemed out of touch, like she was off in the distance watching herself get scolded by the older man for whatever reason.

Her eyes closed and opened until she could comprehend what he was saying. Something about her act not being eye-catching enough, about it not being entertaining enough, about it being boring. Boring. She thought of herself as the farthest thing from boring, but here this man was, telling her the opposite.

His voice was stern and loud, pointing out every little mistake she made. From the main point of the lecture, sparing a bunny before the show, to the pace of her footsteps as she flowed around the stage like running water. God forbid she think about another creature besides herself for once because a performer was supposed to be selfish. An excellent performer was one who only cared about themselves and their own act rather than someone else’s, especially another’s life.

The man progressively got more aggressive, his anger only growing for she had yet to respond to any of his complaints. He assumed she was just playing the quiet game, shutting down and protecting her own feelings. He stepped closer and closer, his voice getting louder and louder. He lifted his right arm and grabbed her shoulder, shoving her down to the ground with a fire burning in his eyes. The woman fell back and gave no reaction to the sudden impact, not letting him get any satisfaction from his actions.

He huffed and more harmful words strung from his mouth and flew directly to her ears, yet they bounced back to him. He was loud, yelling about how if she were to be a ringleader she needed to learn how to do her job accordingly. She needed to be selfish, she needed to be reprimanded for giving another day of life to such a helpless creature of prey. One that did not deserve life and was only to be fed to a predator. Such was the life of a rabbit.

The tall man growled once more at the lack of response from the woman on the ground. He pulled back his leg and swung it forth at her into her ribs, causing her to release a breath she had no idea she had been storing deep inside of her. Then she laughed. When she laughed, she laughed hard. Her voice was nowhere near as loud as his and there was a certain instability in her voice that caused him to recoil. “The bunny simply escaped, you’re a fool!” She laughed uncontrollably, earning a disgusted look from the man.

He looked down upon her, a heavy distaste present on his scrunched face. “Cut the act. No bunny is strong enough to escape.” He hissed, watching her as she held her stomach as she continued laughing like a freakshow. “Who said it needed to be strong? All it needs to be is clever!” She giggled, slowly placing her hands on the cold concrete beneath her. She lifted herself up, standing up to meet the man’s eyes. His eyes held hatred and annoyance, but no matter the dislike he harnessed for her, he would never let his best performer go.

The older man lifted his hand and shoved her shoulder back once more, but with not enough force to knock her back onto the ground again. “Prey is anything but clever. Its only job is to die at the hands of one that can kill it.” He snarled like a wolf squaring up another, attempting to intimidate those around it.

“I wish I had such ignorance of someone who deems themselves the predator.” She laughed in his face, making the ticking time bomb inside of him finally explode. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face, causing her eyes to fall to the wall.

“You are to listen to me. You do as I say and better, no questions asked. I say feed the tigers, you feed the tigers barehand. I say act, you put on a mighty entertaining show. I say kill, you do just that and leave no trace. We are a big family here, but I run the show. Everyone here listens to me and you are no exception.” He lowers his voice and grabs her face, forcing him to look at her. “Family is family. There is no escaping, do you understand?” He asks but only accepts one answer.

The woman looks at him with unreadable eyes, although they seemed glossier than usual. “Of course, sir.” She told him, accepting that much worse could happen if she denied it.

He gave her a sickening smile, shoving her back once again. She hit the ground with a thud, wincing at the pain that crept up her body. “Fantastic.” He smiled, turning around and facing the door. He twisted the door handle using the same hand he used to strike her countless times. “You will be performing tomorrow. After, I have business for you to take care of.” He informed her, stepping out of the room and slamming it shut.

The woman picked herself up for the last time, dusting off whatever filth collected on her outfit. She schlepped over to the broken mirror, its glass still held together despite being cracked. Her hand lifted to a thin and sharp piece at the corner, grabbing it and ripping it from its frame. It pricked at her fingers as she held it, stepping to the door that led to the outside of the backstage. She twisted the knob and walked into the night with a piece of broken mirror in her right hand.

The woman continued sauntering until she reached the sidewalk, finding a solid pace and a sense of direction. Her legs walked and found themselves at a speakeasy. Her eyes wandered up to it but her consciousness decided against going inside, causing her to sit on the nearest curb. The moon held such a coldness to it, but the cold was the woman’s home. Spring breeze passed through her hair, whispering reassurance into her ears. She brought her legs up to her chest and her hopeless eyes trailed along the pattern of the stars that littered the sky.

A warm presence fell behind her, causing her to look around at the sudden change of atmosphere. A man stood behind her, his appearance being slightly hidden by the night. He looked into her eyes and moved to sit right beside her. The woman tilted her head with confusion and one thing never changed about his gorgeous face, his smile. It never faultered, not even when he spoke. “Quite a pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure!” He smiled, his pretty appearance becoming suddenly real for the woman. The man stuck out his hand, which the woman gladly accepted. He didn’t shake it, instead, he stood up and pulled her up swiftly.

The woman dropped the broken mirror that rested in her other hand at the sudden uplift. A smile rose to her face and her voice held the same instability it always did. “The pleasure is mine, truly!” She giggled. The man’s hand remained holding hers, spinning her around almost as if they were dancing. She let out another laugh.

“May I have this dance, my dear?” He asked politely, holding out his other hand to the smaller woman.

The woman looked up into his eyes that had their intentions sealed away by the darkness, and she nodded with a bright smile on her face. His smile remained and he took her other hand, dancing slowly to the soft jazz playing in the back due to the speakeasy. The woman felt nothing but curiosity and interest, no man was usually this intriguing to her. The man spun her once more, small laughs coming from her mouth. He removed one hand and placed it on her waist, dipping her down. The pair continued dancing slowly and politely to the music of jazz, lifting spirits between the both of them.

After a while, the dancing slowed and stopped. He held her waist and her other hand still, and she looked up into his eyes. He looked down at her as well, smile still never faltering. “Allow me to walk you back to your home, I would hate for something unfortunate to happen to my new dance partner.” He whispered to her.

The woman’s eyes fell back to the ground. “You’re practically asking to walk me to hell.” She laughed, making a joke about the odd circumstances of her residence.

The man grabbed her face, making her look at him. Instead of the aggressiveness she was used to, his hands held nothing but gentleness. It was something she was not used to and it all felt abnormally surreal. “Then let us walk to hell together.”

…

Buné’s deep pink eyes opened slowly as she regained her consciousness from a furthering dream, sitting up with the exhaustion leaving her body. It was relatively early in the morning, perhaps close to the witching hour. She stood up from her bed in her room, prancing to the mirror and putting her hair into a bun like she normally did. The dream lingered in her mind, slowly making its way to the back of her brain. It was an uncomfortable dream but the ending felt as if it were a hug from some known presence. She shook her head and twisted the knob to her room and stepped out to the hallway.

Buné decided to stay awake for the day, it was useless to go back to sleep for only about three hours. Her small figure slowly faded from the hall, reaching the stairs. She grabbed the rail and slowly stepped down each hotel stair until she reached the lobby. A soft sound of jazz came from the lobby, reminding her further of her dream. The rabbit demon tilted her head at this, finding the source of the sound. There sat the radio demon sitting on a golden and maroon chair by the fireplace, darkness still present outside. Her eyes widened at the sight of him so early in the morning, wondering if she had accidentally woken him up.

Alastor hummed and opened his eyes, trailing to the rabbit demon who had just woken up. He smiled brightly at her, flashing his bright teeth. “Oh, good morning, my dear!” The deer grinned.

Buné gave him a small smile back. “Good morning to you as well, Alastor! I surely did not expect to see you at such an hour, especially not in the lobby.” She admitted, trekking over to where he was sitting.

Alastor’s red eyes followed her every movement, watching her sit down on the couch next to the chair he was comfortably resting on. “I could say the same about you. It’s rather early, no?” He hummed, the familiar smile never faltering.

The pink-haired woman shook her head. “I suppose you’re right. A dream woke me and I figured it was too late to go to sleep once more.” She sighed, letting out a small yawn.

Alastor tilted his head at this, wondering what dream she managed to have. It almost seemed to bother her, and this piqued his interest. “And what was that dream, darling?” He asked, studying her face.

Buné’s eyes met his and she thought for a moment. “I’m not too sure! It felt like a distant memory, I’d say. One that was unpleasant yet ended with a smile engraved in my mind.” She brought her hand to her face and rested her head on the white claws.

The radio demon hummed again, finding this even more intriguing. “How interesting!” He looked up to the ceiling, curiosity filling to its brim. “A distant memory, perhaps from life?” He asked, looking back at her and waiting for her to answer his question.

“I’m afraid so!” Buné sighed, putting one leg over the other. “Although it felt as if it were a lifetime ago, it also felt oddly familiar. It’s got ahold of my mind, Alastor.” She admitted, her mind falling back to both of the men in her dream. One was so brutal and cruel, demanding much from her. The other was gentle and kind, yet he seemed almost too genuine. His smile never left his face for the whole night, like the dear friend that sat in front of her. Oh! The friend who sat in front of her. Interesting, she thought to herself. “Would you care to dance?” The rabbit demon asked, her pink ear twitching at her odd request.

Alastor’s eyes opened wider at her sudden change of demeanor, His ears perked up and his bright red eyes focused in on her. “Oh? You’d like to dance now, Buné?” He asked, a bit confused.

Buné gave him a big smile, standing up from the couch next to him. “I would!” She giggled, slowly moving to stand in front of him.

The radio demon stood up, realizing now how he loomed over her. His smile beamed at her, his eyes as unreadable as they ever were. “I could never decline a dance!” He grinned, holding his hand out for her to grab. He set his microphone by the armrest of the chair, soft jazz playing out of it.

Buné grabbed his hand and he spun her around, supplying her with the same feeling of warm presence just as the dream provided her. She laughed as he grabbed her waist and continued to politely dance with her, his smile never faltering per usual. They swayed back and forth continuously with the sound of jazz playing softly in the background, causing such a genuine atmosphere despite both of them constantly displaying an act. The two entertainers danced, Alastor dipping her softly just like the man in her dream did to her, and her mind was finally able to put piece to piece. They continued with bright smiles on their faces, Buné letting out occasional laughing as the song slowly died down. He held her to his chest and they slowly stopped the continuous dance.

The pink-haired demon looked up into his red eyes. “Oh, Alastor, I think you’re the man in my dreams!” She stared excitedly, letting out a small laugh towards the end of her sentence.

Alastor gave her a surprised smile, the slow and quiet jazz now almost muted in the background. “Oh, Buné, you are such a sweetheart!” He laughed, holding her waist tightly.

Buné confusedly moved her head to the side, then realized what he thought she meant. She let out a loud laugh. “No, silly! You were in my dream last night!” She giggled, informing him of his presence.

Alastor parted his mouth slightly, remembering her telling him of a dream she had during her last slumber. “Oh, was I?” He grinned down at her, letting her go gently.

Her left hand remained in his as she backed up slowly, for he had let her waist go. “Yes, I believe you were. Though I’m having difficulty trying to remember the dream, I know we danced like that during our human years. Your smile is memorable, however, now I think it’s much bigger!” She giggled, releasing her left hand from his.

The feared radio demon nodded his head. “Yes, we did, my dear! That is how we met, remember?” He smiled down at her, putting his hands behind his back.

“Yes, I do remember! I think that’s what I dreamt of last night. I can’t say I’ve ever dreamed of my human years, but I suppose there is a first time for everything.” Buné shrugged, smiling up to the deer.

“Well, you did say it was rather an unpleasant dream. I do hope that was not because of my doing, dear!” Alastor teased, knowing very well that it wasn’t because of him.

Buné giggled, placing her hands together behind her back. “Of course not! The beginning of it was just rather unpleasant, you weren’t in the spotlight of it, unfortunately.”

The darkness outside slowly started to turn into light, present through the window of the stained glass door of the hotel. Alastor looked from the door back to Buné, deciding to bring her up for coffee or tea once more. “Would you like to join me for tea once more, darling?” He asked politely, offering his arm to her.

Buné took his arm and smiled. “Only because you gave me such a wonderful dance.” She giggled.

Alastor made his microphone disappear as they walked up the stairs together and made a casual chat back to his room. Alastor opened the door for the demon, allowing her to go onto the balcony and sit at the table to watch the night become day. He made her tea just as she preferred and made his coffee black and bitter. Alastor sat across the small maroon table, drinking out of his coffee mug. Buné too had a custom mug, one that was pink with the text “Be Hoppy” on it.

Buné took a drink, looking over to the changing of colors in the sky. “I feel as though we should perhaps plan an event for the hotel!” She told Alastor, who thought for a moment.

“I do think that’s a marvelous idea! Though, what do you have in mind, my dear?” Alastor asked, his ears twitching as a giant flying war machine approached the hotel.

Alastor seemed to not acknowledge it, but Buné did. She jumped as the giant war machine fired an explosion into the hotel’s wall. She put her pink mug down on the table and stood up, looking over at the balcony’s edge. “Oh my! Quite an entrance.” She giggled.

A familiar voice sounded from the war machine, just as the one had the previous week. “Show yourself, Alastor!”

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Prey of Hell - Chapter 2

Alastor x Buné (OC) Chapter 2: Cut in Half Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Word Count: 3958 Buné stood awkwardly in front of the door frame that was presented to her by Charlie. The room was quite spacious, although it was lacking completely. There was a singular twin-sized bed, which hardly had a bed frame. In addition, there was a miniature table and two chairs sitting on the balcony outside of the room, as well as a tacky-looking dresser. Other than that, the room was completely bare. Charlie threw up her hands in excitement, giving a giant smile to Buné as she announced the room. “-and here’s where you’ll be staying! Isn’t it cozy?” Charlie asked, her eyes practically beaming with pride.

Buné blinked slowly and she turned her head, taking in the room completely. She held an awkward smile, never faltering. She then slowly entered the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. “Absolutely… captivating,” Buné replied, nodding her head and stepping out onto the balcony. “Although, I can’t say it fits my tastes!” She turned swiftly, facing the room once more.

Charlie frowned at Buné’s response but quickly changed her demeanor back to her happy self. “We could get you new furniture!” She announced, pointing to the small table and chairs as well as the bed. “I know they’re not the most modern.” Charlie agreed.

Buné let out a small giggle, walking over to the bed. “No need. I can handle it!” She smiled, a pink glow engulfing the room. Charlie flinched at this, her eyes becoming wide as the room transformed itself into a 1920s-style bedroom, although with multiple personal touches.

The bed was now a queen-sized mattress with a canopy bed frame, the curtains being a dark pink. The bed frame itself was white, matching the new look of the ceiling. It obtained deep pink and white stripes disappearing at the center, almost like the top of a circus tent. A golden chandelier was adorned in the middle of the ceiling, lit with multiple counts of candles. There were golden and dark pink chairs that had a 1920s feel, along with a new table sitting in between the two of them. Old paintings decorated the walls, almost all of them having golden frames to compliment the pictures inside of them. The rug on the floor was white and gold, perfectly matching the color scheme already present in the room. The dresser was the same shade of white as the new bedframe, and a matching vanity accompanied it on the other side of the room. Two nightstands sat themselves on the sides of the bed, white in color as well. There was a full-length mirror in the corner, perfect for checking her delightful outfits. Buné turned around and smiled and Charlie, the girl’s eyes still wide from whatever just happened. The glow dimmed down, leaving the two women in the room alone. “There! I think I like this look much better.” Buné cheered, taking a bow as Charlie looked around the new room.

Charlie dragged her finger along the white dresser, surprised to see no dust on the older-looking piece of furniture. She turned around to Buné, giving her a wide smile. “I like it! It suits you.” She beamed, her eyes trailing to the paintings on the walls. They were all older looking, even older than Buné’s time alive on Earth. Charlie found herself looking at a small picture frame on the nightstand, it held a photo of Buné and an outline of what appeared to be another person, however, their face was not completely registered. It almost appeared like it was glitching, but Charlie could make out the same microphone that Alastor carried. Buné looked immensely happy in the photo, her eyes wide and mouth holding a giant smile, which was normal for her. She held up a peace sign, her other hand grabbing the other person’s coat, which Charlie assumed to be Alastor. They appeared to be in Cannibal Town, which perfectly aligned with their characteristics. Charlie jumped when she felt a hand rest itself on her shoulder, claws being felt rather than fingers. She turned around, eyes wide, but only saw Buné there with a small smile. Although Buné was a bit shorter than Charlie, her presence felt way more intimidating.

“Curious?” Buné questioned, looking at the photo on the nightstand. She released her hand from Charlie’s shoulder, putting her hands behind her back.

Charlie panicked, waving her hands defensively. She couldn’t help but stutter for some reason, although Buné gave her no reason to worry, she felt scared by just looking into her eyes. “Whaat? Pfft, no!” She laughed awkwardly, scooting away from the picture frame.

Buné giggled at this, she thought her reaction was too silly for such a trivial act. “Well, alright then!” She laughed, beginning to skip away as well.

Charlie looked back at the frame, sighing quietly. “I’m just surprised he has… friends! He’s so, what’s the word?” She trailed off, trying to think of the perfect word to describe the newfound facility manager of the Hazbin Hotel.

Buné turned around sharply, looking Charlie in the eyes. “Creeeepy?” She giggled, her eyes darting back and forth between the photo and Charlie.

Charlie nodded, satisfied with Buné's word to describe him. He was mysterious as well as creepy, although it was still early on in the relationship between Charlie and Alastor, she couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy whenever she heard the familiar sound of static around her. “It’s just difficult to imagine him being genuine.” Charlie told the ringleader, which made her laugh loudly.

Buné laughed loudly at something that Charlie didn’t find funny at all, causing Charlie to tilt her head in confusion. Buné walked to the door, which was now only slightly cracked. She opened the door, replying to Charlie, “I can’t think of many people in Hell that are genuine! What’s life without an act?” Buné asked, obviously not expecting an answer from her. “Boring.” She replied to her own question, walking out of her new room with Charlie following.

Charlie shifted uncomfortably, giving her an awkward laugh as a response. “Right.” She followed Buné as they made their way to the lobby, which had now been altered to fit a more standard hotel.

…

A Week Later

“I’m sorry, what the fuck was that?” Vaggie hissed in resentment at Alastor who had just presented his commercial to everyone. Charlie and Vaggie sat on the couch, eyes wide in disbelief at how the commercial made the hotel look. It was interesting, that’s for sure. It depicted the hotel in a bad light, but Buné couldn’t help but find it a bit humorous as she tried to contain her laughter while standing next to Angel Dust, who was lying down on another couch.

Over the past week, everyone had been working hard to determine how to get the hotel up and running. Advertisements were made, including this new commercial that Alastor had made. Nothing seemed to be working, even with the promise of all the delightful people staying at the hotel.

Charlie tilted her head after watching the commercial, trying her best to be nice in regards to the commercial. “Uh, yeah,” She started, giving a small smile to show her appreciation. “One note, Alastor! I mean, first off, thank you so much for making this. Seriously, amazing! But, um, maybe the tone is a bit, off?” She continued, causing Alastor to tilt his head and narrow his eyes in annoyance. “We want people to want to come here, this makes it look, uhh-” Charlie sighed, trying to find the right word.

“Bad.” Vaggie interjected, looking over to her partner. “The word you’re looking for is bad.”

Buné looked over to Alastor, then back to Vaggie. “Did you see the part with Angel Dust though? Certainly hilarious!” She laughed loudly, tucking her hands behind her torso. She strolled over to Vaggie, leaning down to her since she was sitting on the couch. “You have no funny bone! I could get you one, just say the word.” She teased, poking Vaggie’s arm.

Vaggie cringed, leaning away from Buné. “Fuck no. It didn’t explain anything about how we’re trying to save demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point!”

Charlie looked over to Alastor, a tinge of sadness in her voice. “Vaggie is right, Alastor. The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them!” She agreed, trying to stay positive.

“Well, my dear, I haven’t been active in Hell for some time. And everyone remembers me from my radio show! The proper medium to express oneself. But you insisted on this noisy, picture box advertisement. So, I had a little fun with it.” Alastor shrugged, tossing his microphone into his other hand.

“Oh, fun? You had a little fun with it? Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you’re mocking us. Nobodys gonna want to come to a place a powerful overlord like you thinks is a waste of time.” Vaggie groaned, going from standing on the couch back to sitting.

Angel Dust raised his hand on the couch, causing Buné’s ears to twitch. She looked over to see him lying on the couch with his legs somewhat in the air. She awkwardly looked around. “What?!” Vaggie snarled in annoyance.

“If’n ya filmin’ a commercial, can I just suggest ya take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?” Angel Dust pointed to himself, a smirk wide on his face.

“Angel, you’re a porn star.” Vaggie replied monotonously.

Angel Dust perked up, ready to correct her. “A famous porn star! I’ll have the horniest sinners knockin’ these walls down to get in.”

Buné pranced over to Angel Dust, leaning against the couch. “With all due respect, Angel, I think that just might go against what Charlie is going for!” She giggled, appreciating the enthusiasm at least.

“We are not forming a porn as a commercial,” Vaggie told him, her eyes narrowed.

Angel Dust almost looked confused, shrugging his shoulders. “Why not? Sex sells, don’t it? I swear, if you film me goin’ at it with mister fancy talk-creepy voice here, you’d be rollin’ in participants willin’ to stay at this tacky hotel.” Angel smirked, pointing over to Alastor who had now traveled over next to Buné by melting into a shadow on the ground. Buné’s deep pink eyes widened and she looked back and forth between Angel and Alastor, eager to see his response.

Alastor laughed. “Haha! Never going to happen!” He furrowed his eyebrows and rejected Angel. Buné’s ear twitched at this, looking back over to Angel.

Charlie smiled at Angel, showing gratitude. “Angel, I appreciate you wanting to use your special skills to, um, attract folks to the hotel, but-- I really don’t want to exploit you, in that way!” Charlie admitted.

Angel turned to Charlie. “Oh, please, baby! This body was made to be exploited-” Angel continued to explain his attributes to everyone there, causing Buné and everyone else to awkwardly listen. She was definitely not fond of the idea, almost causing her a bit of discomfort. Charlie laughed awkwardly, noticing her phone had started ringing.

Charlie took her phone, standing up. “Hold that thought, I’ll be right back!” She smiled, walking over to take the call.

“I could keep going all night baby!” Angel Dust replied, holding a bottle of booze in his hands.

Buné laughed awkwardly too, looking down at Angel. “In what way?” She asked, giggling at her own joke.

Angel Dust looked up to her with a smirk. “Ya know exactly what way, babe.” He jested, a thought appearing in his head. “Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can’t he just make people stay here?” Angel asked curiously, pointing over to Alastor.

Alastor smiled sinisterly. “Oh trust me,” He began, bringing his hand into himself. “I can.” He continued, antlers growing bigger and a dark aura began to surround him.

A deep and raspy voice sounded itself from over at the bar. “Why do you think I’m here?” The voice asked a rhetorical question. Buné’s ear twitched over to the sound of it, looking over to see Husk. “You actually think I’d be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn’t forcing me?” Husk groaned, a bottle and rag in his hand.

Niffty popped up, raising her hand. “I like being forced.”

Husk recoiled. “Keep that to yourself, Niff.”

Buné glared at Husk, giving him a side eye like she always did. “You played your cards wrong, and now you’re here! Seems like you’re at fault.” She shrugged.

Husk jumped and realized it was Buné who said that snarky remark. He raised his bottle, almost as if he were going to throw it. He was about to respond before Angel interjected. “What, you don’t love bein’ here with me, Whiskers?”

Husk pointed angrily at Angel. “Call me ‘Whiskers’ again and I’ll jam that bottle down your throat.”

Angel raised his eyebrows. “Kiiinkyyy! C’mon, keep talkin’ dirty.”

Vaggie sighed and told Angel that it would defeat the whole purpose of the hotel if they forced people to stay there. Alastor strolled over to Buné, who was listening to the conversation between Angel and Vaggie.

“Your dislike for our feline friend is showing, my dear!” Alastor grinned at Buné, who turned her head to look at him.

“Oh, I have no clue what you’re talking about!” She giggled, leaning back to look at Husk. “I absolutely adore cats.” She said sarcastically, losing her smile as soon as she said that.

Alastor gave out a laugh. “Careful, dear! What if that cat harnesses claws?”

Buné glared at Husk. “They all do, but I’d hope you’ve declawed him!” She turned and looked at Alastor in the eyes, looking slightly up due to the height gap.

“Oh, I have! Don’t you worry, now.” Alastor wickedly smiled and leaned down to Buné, poking her on her rabbit nose.

Charlie rounded the corner of the wall, excitedly waving over to Vaggie. “Vaggie, holy shit!” She practically screamed, gesturing for Vaggie to come over to her.

Vaggie sighed and strolled over to her girlfriend, leaving Angel, Buné, and Alastor alone. Angel Dust looked back and forth between the pair of overlords, curiosity pricking him like a cactus. “Are you two fuckin’ or what?”

Buné blinked, staring directly at Angel Dust. Alastor did the same, simply looking at Angel Dust without saying anything. There was an awkward silence that filled the air, making everyone uncomfortable. Buné had the faintest shade of pink on her face from embarrassment, Alastor’s ears growing pricklier. Buné finally decided to say something. “You’re funny, Angel! No.” She answered, switching to a neutral face at once.

Before the conversation could continue, a singing voice could be heard from over by Charlie and Vaggie. Everyone turned and looked at Charlie, who was now singing and dancing. She swung Vaggie around, Vaggie looking somewhat unconfident. “Okay, but just don’t… sing to them.” Vaggie disputed, but Charlie was already long gone. Buné then strolled over to the door, watching as Charlie pranced down the street.

Angel Dust turned around to Vaggie, a bottle of booze still in hand. “That bitch is halfway down the street.” He smiled.

Vaggie held out her finger, trying not to cringe. “Is she--”

“Oh, she’s dancin’.” Angel Dust responded, smirking and downing more booze.

Buné watched in confusion as Charlie pranced down the street, singing and dancing as fire surrounded her. Vaggie disappeared shortly after, to who knows where. Buné shrugged, heading back over to the couch with Angel Dust. Shortly after, Vaggie returned. “Alright, we need to talk!” She announced, gesturing to the couch.

Husk groaned and walked over to the couch, Niffty not too far behind. She took a seat next to Buné and Husk, gladly separating the two of them. Alastor decided to sit in a golden and red chair, sitting peacefully.

Vaggie began pacing around the room. “Okay, so Charlie is dealing with something very important, so while she’s gone, we are making a new commercial.” One that represents her vision and what we’re doing here. So we need a camera. Alastor?” Vaggie declared with a smile, pointing to Alastor.

Alastor snapped, his eyes closed. A green aura dropped a 1920s camera into Vaggie’s hand, causing Vaggie to look annoyed. “A video camera.” She deadpanned.

Alastor hummed, changing the camera in her hand into a video camera. “Alright, let’s do this!” She excitedly began going over the different ideas of the commercial.

…

Vaggie glanced at Buné in the entertainment hall, almost like a ballroom with a stage. Buné, Alastor, Angel, and Vaggie were all in this room, preparing to film Buné’s commercial segment. Vaggie held out a slightly torn piece of paper, reading from it. “Okay Buné, your line is, ‘-and we’ll always keep you entertained. We have live events on different occasions.’” Vaggie shouted up to Buné, who was on the stage.

Buné smiled down at her, looking like she was up to no good. “But that’s so little! Why not add a bit more…” She trailed off, spreading her hands out. “Flair?” Confetti appeared from her hands, throwing it up in the air. She giggled, content with her added flair.

Vaggie facepalmed. “Whatever works, it can’t be any worse than Angel Dust’s take.” She jeered.

Angel Dust blinked in anger. “Hey, Vagina, you can’t do any better!” He hissed, causing Alastor to blink in annoyance, yet his smile was as bright as ever.

“And go!” Vaggie shouted.

Buné turned around with a twirl, facing the camera. Her smile was bright and she showed her sharp teeth. “We’ll always keep you entertained!” She started, taking off her hat. She reached into it, grabbed a bunch of confetti out, and threw it into the air. “Don’t ever miss one of our live performances!” Buné jested, taking a bow and laughing.

“Cut!” Vaggie yelled, cutting the camera’s video. “Was that a threat?” Vaggie asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

Buné laughed, making the confetti disappear with a pink glow. “Only if you took it as one!” She giggled, putting her hat back onto her head.

“Fine, whatever.” Vaggie sighed, replaying the footage on her camera.

…

Buné felt herself drop and suddenly she was back in the lobby, right in front of Vaggie and Alastor. She tilted her head in confusion, wondering what had just happened. Alastor sent a look over to her and gave her a grin. “Now then!”

Everyone else looked slightly confused, they had just been summoned too. Their clothes began morphing as a set crew of shadows manifested around the lobby. Buné was back in the flapper outfit she wore earlier, giggling. “Oh? Again?” She asked as Vaggie gave her a determined smile.

“Alright everyone, let’s make a fucking commercial!” Vaggie roared, and like that, they began filming.

…

Everyone sat around the TV once more as Vaggie dragged her girlfriend over to the lobby upon arrival. Buné stood next to the couch, somehow always standing when there was no other room. Vaggie walked over, holding Charlie’s hand. “Alastor pulled some strings, and it’s about to air.”

Alastor pressed his hand on his chest, his smile wide. “I pulled a few limbs too, haha!” He chuckled.

Buné let out a ‘pfft’, as bad as the joke was.

“Wait, the commercial? You all made a new one?” Charlie asked, mixed emotions rising in her.

“Yeah, one of my better performances, if I do say so myself.” Angel Dust smirked.

Charlie’s eyes began to tear up, overwhelmed with positive emotions. “That’s… that’s amazing.”

Angel Dust put a finger up to her mouth. “Shh, it’s startin’!”

The TV commercial began, starting with the group in front of the hotel. “Welcome to the Hazbin Ho-” Vaggie started, getting cut off almost immediately.

Everyone started groaning, extremely annoyed by the fact that the commercial got interrupted by the news. Buné didn’t particularly mind, holding in a laugh with a smile when everyone let out angry noises.

“Breaking news in Hell today!” The news faded out to Katie Killjoy and her business partner, Tom Trench. “We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is happening sooner than ever before! Do you know what that means, Tom?” Katie Killjoy asked, turning her head over to Tom. Buné’s eyes widened and her head tilted, confused as to why they decided to cut the time in half.

“No, what does that mean, Katie?” Tom replied.

“It means we’re all royally fucked!” Katie cracked her neck and looked into the camera.

The news cut to screams of sinners as they noticed the timer being cut in half. Angel Dust furrowed his eyebrows and Alastor sat up while everyone else had horrified reactions on their faces. “Wait, what? Why?!” Angel yelled, panic setting in.

Buné looked over at everyone’s reaction, horror present. “I have a feeling this extermination will be one to remember!” She declared, walking behind the TV and shutting it off.

Charlie was panicking because of the reactions of her friends. She quickly grabbed Vaggie’s hand, dragging her into another corner of the hotel. Niffty just blinked at the TV until it shut off, and Husk also looked worried. Alastor stood up and began walking over to Buné.

“I would have to say I agree! Maybe next time they’ll cut it in half again.” Alastor suggested with a bright grin on his face.

“Oh, fuck off!” Husk hissed, standing up and trudging over to his bar. Angel immediately got on his phone and Niffty just followed Husk back over to the bar. Buné was sure that didn’t fully understand what was said.

Alastor looked over to Buné, who was standing right next to him. “Would you care to join me for tea?” He asked, offering her an arm and a smile.

Buné nodded with a laugh. “Of course!” She beamed as they began walking towards the balcony that was located upstairs. Once they reached the door, Alastor opened it for her politely. She skipped over to the table and chairs on the balcony as he began to make her tea. “Would you know why they cut the time in half?” She asked, curiosity poking at her.

Alastor continued making the tea, brewing himself coffee instead. “No, my dear, I have not the slightest clue. How have you held up these last few exterminations?” He questioned, stirring sugar into her tea, just how she liked it.

Buné shrugged with a smile. “Just as normal, picking up those affected and offering them a spot in my little family!” She excitedly told him as he brought the tea over to the table, sitting hers in front of her.

Alastor sat down across from her, looking out to the city that was on fire as usual. “You and your circus! I do miss our living days.” He admitted, taking a sip of his black coffee.

Buné gave him a soft smile. “I’d have to say I prefer Earth over Hell. At least Earth maintained some beauty!” She shook her head, looking to the city where screams and fire were just everyday activities.

Alastor chuckled. “Hell does have little beauty, you are right about that. I do think you make up a majority of it.” He flattered her, for whatever reason.

The rabbit demon giggled in response. “Such a charmer, on Earth and now!” She laughed, taking a sip of her tea. “We have much to catch up, Alastor.”

Alastor looked her in the eyes, his own unreadable. “Well, my old friend, we have eternity.”

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another alastor redraw from episode 8 :D

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buné reference sheet for my fanfic which is alastor x oc :D you can read it here (currently working on ch 2 <3)

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Prey of Hell - Chapter 1

Alastor x Buné (OC) Chapter 1: The Happy Hazbin Hotel Previous Chapter Next Chapter

Word Count: 5195

Seven years. Alastor had been gone for seven years, abruptly leaving everyone in his life alone. There weren't many people in his life, but those few people included Buné. With that came conflicting emotions, they had become extremely close during those years since he had arrived in Hell. She couldn’t exactly call herself mad or upset, more so confused.

So, now she stood alone in her territory during extermination day, which she had faced by herself for the past seven years. This wasn’t a difficult task for her, for she had climbed her way up the ladder, obtaining the title of an Overlord. She never took interest in such frivolous statuses because titles meant nothing to her, she was only interested in doing as she pleased and living for pure amusement. Buné had many different types of sinners’ souls in her possession, but she rarely felt the need to use them. Just knowing she had someone’s life in her hands was enough for her, never find a situation to use them for violent activities. However,

Buné watched with a grin on her face as she observed the situation unfolding below her, sitting atop a building’s roof. She swung her legs off of the side, kicking them back and forth in enjoyment. Sinners below her repeatedly got pierced by angelic spears, angels flying down and mercilessly killing anyone they saw. Her eyes ticked back and forth between angel and sinner, wondering how someone could let themselves be so weak. They didn’t even put up a fight, only trying to run and escape those that attacked them. On the other hand, sinners were fighting sinners. Buné thought this was incredibly stupid, they were on the same team. For now, at least. It was angels versus sinners, and sinners were fighting amongst themselves. They must be mad!

Buné couldn’t help but laugh a little at the sight, of sinners losing their cool over another extermination, as if there hadn’t been one yearly for Satan knows how long. She had enough of just waiting around, deciding to stand up on the railing and before she could even think about it, she jumped. Pulling out her whip, she swirled it into a circle as an aerial net appeared beneath her, catching her easily. As she bounced, she adjusted herself, landing on the surface of Hell, and began humming as she walked around.

Everything was on fire. The extermination had only a couple of minutes before the angels were ordered to return to their heavenly paradise. Buné looked left and right and the poor souls that were struggling to keep themselves alive. She tilted her head in thought, wondering for a moment. She stopped in front of a young sinner, appearing to have arrived in Hell not too long ago. The sinner lay on the cold sidewalk, breathing heavily with blood covering multiple wounds. Her hair was long and disheveled, fox ears sitting on top of her bright orange hair. Her clothes looked as if she were from the modern times on Earth, for Buné had no clue what she was wearing. She must be so lost and confused, so Buné decided it was the perfect time for a deal.

Buné put her whip back into its holder, crouching down to the level of the young sinner, who was gradually losing her life. She gave her a wide smile, showing off her sharp teeth. “Oh my, looks like that one hurt!” Buné said, poking at a wound on the sinner's shoulder. The woman flinched and groaned, not having enough energy to scream out in pain. Buné retracted her hand, giving her a closed smile.

The young sinner looked up with one eye at Buné. Her green eyes narrowed as she quietly hissed in pain. “Fuck you.” She said, trying her best to get up from the ground.

Buné let out a loud laugh at how ironic the situation was. “How rude! You know, you should be nicer to people that could very well help you. Now I’m not so sure I want to!” She said, surveying the sinner as she tried to get off of the cold and hard sidewalk of Hell. After a few seconds of no response, Buné’s eyes lit up. “You know, you don’t have to go to double hell just yet, you not-so-sly fox!” She told her, quickly poking her nose as the sinner gave out another low growl of pain.

The fox demon looked up at her, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you mean?” She asked, her voice low and raspy. She was obviously in a lot of pain.

Buné gave a sweet smile, although her eyes were completely unreadable. “I can help you live to see another hellish morning, but you must help out with my beloved circus from time to time!” She offered out her hand, thick and black antlers gradually rising from her head, knocking her hat off to the ground. The fox demon looked up at her in confusion and anger, somewhat unwillingness.

“And if I don’t?” The young demon asked, her eyes filled with uncertainty and caution. Her fox ears pressed back against her head and her fur became prickly, debating this choice that could affect the entirety of her eternal afterlife.

Buné withdrew her hand, giving the woman a shrug. The antlers that were once on her head, almost like a jackalope, disappeared as she picked up her hat that had fallen to the ground. She looked down on her as if she were nothing but an insect; she didn’t care if she lived or died. “Then I guess you’ll just have to lay here and slowly die with no one around you! Such a tragic ending to such a gorgeous, young lady, wouldn’t you say?” Buné snickered, beginning to stand up. It was almost as if she was trying to bait the sinner in, giving her no choice but the one in front of her.

The fox demon hissed in pain and shook her head. “Fuck, fine!” She looked up, noticing a glimmer of something flash in Buné’s eyes as she heard those words. Her bunny ears twitched, a smile forming on her face.

Buné crouched down once more, those antlers appearing once more. Her eyes glowed a violent pink and seams of stitching began to make themselves present on her limbs. She reached out her clawed hand, offering the poor sinner her hand. “Oh, perfect! We have an arrangement then, yes?” She said, giving an almost terrifying smile. Everything around her seemed malicious, including what appeared to be a ring of pink fire manifesting itself in between the two of them.

The fox-like sinner huffed and shook the rabbit demon’s hand through the ring of fire, confetti bursting from the ring as the deal was sealed. The fire grew brighter than ever and then died down, the rabbit demon giggling with delight. As everything returned to normal, the young sinner tried retracting her hand, only to jump in surprise as Buné’s hand fell off and remained in the fox demon’s hand.

The ginger sinner gasped and her eyes widened, looking back and forth between Buné’s hand that was now off of her body. Buné stayed silent for a bit, looking just as surprised as the poor woman on the ground. Then, out of nowhere, Buné burst into laughter. “Oh my gosh, I really got you! You should have seen your face!” She laughed, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. The fox demon snarled and dropped Buné’s hand. After she had stopped laughing, she picked up her own hand and put it effortlessly back onto her wrist. “Isn’t that such a breathtaking party trick?” Buné giggled, picking up her hat and putting it back onto her head, for the antlers were no longer present.

The fox demon was speechless, only managing to get out a small response. “Right…” She trailed off, silently crying in pain from the injuries that were still very much present. “Aren’t you going to help me?” She asked, looking up at Buné.

“Oh, my apologies! Of course!” Buné responded, tapping the large wound on her shoulder. “Poof!” She said, the wound being stitched just as Buné’s own limbs, a bright pink seam being formed on her shoulder. As Buné did the same to the rest of the fox demon’s injuries, the young sinner felt herself become lighter and more energetic. Buné finished up, standing and giving her a bright smile. “I always keep my end of deals!” She announced, offering the sinner a hand so she could get up.

The sinner took her hand, standing up and nodding towards the rabbit demon. “Thank you.” She murmured, getting up.

Buné grinned widely. “But of course! Now, I do need some assistance back in my circus, so you better prepare yourself to work lots !” She informed the young sinner, pointing in the direction of a large pink and white circus tent. “Now, I will meet you there later! Cambion, my dear assistant, will be there to welcome you into our little family. I will return later, at least I hope so!” Buné giggled, shoving the fox demon into the direction of the giant circus tent.

She scurried off, leaving Buné alone to once more travel in peace. She continued on the same sidewalk, looking at the results of the extermination. Many were dead on the streets, fire was as present as ever, and screams were heard for miles. The scent in the air smelled like one of burning flesh and decaying bodies, causing Buné to recoil in disgust. Nonetheless, she continued down the sidewalk, hoping to perhaps find another unfortunate sinner clinging to life.

Buné paused after walking for a bit. Ahead of her was a group of sinners gathered around a store window, presumably streaming something on the multiple TVs that sat inside. She tilted her head in confusion, walking closer to the cluster of demons that watched whatever was presented on the television. Her heels clicked against the concrete sidewalk, watching a few demons turn their heads, noticing Buné approaching. Even fewer of them began to awkwardly start walking away once they saw who was approaching them. After all, not everyone knew who she was, and that was completely fine by her.

Buné looked up at the TVs once she had caught up to the crowd, seeing an interesting scene unfold. The channel was 666 News, a news station used to broadcast to the entirety of Hell. Katie Killjoy, the host of the station, as well as her partner, Tom Trench, were discussing a certain passion project with the Princess of Hell, Charlotte Morningstar. Buné immediately became interested, listening to this.

“Well,” Charlie began, clearing her throat. “as most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up I always tried to see the good in everything around me.” She continued, Katie Killjoy stabbing an insect that was crawling on her desk. Buné recoiled in disgust at this. Gross.

Charlie continued with her segment. “Hell is my home and you are my people. We- we just went through another extermination.” She sighed before continuing her speech. “We lost so many souls and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year. No one is even given a chance!” She beamed, slamming her fist onto the desk. “I can’t stand idly by while the place I live in is subjected to such violence! Sooo, I’ve been thinking. Isn’t there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through… redemption?” Charlie continued, asking rhetorical questions to the people around her. “Well, I think yes! So that’s what this project aims to achieve! Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind, a hotel that rehabilitates sinners!” She stuck up her arms, inspired and ready to show everyone what the hotel could do. There was a painful silence that followed after her little monologue, Buné no exception to allowing this silence to continue. Charlie continued to ramble on about her hotel, earning a laugh from Buné.

Buné giggled quietly to herself. Oh, what an interesting idea! No one would even actually consider redemption, but this could be fun! placing her hands behind her back as she continued watching the TV segment.

Charlie continued with her little rant, starting with a sigh. “Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do.” Her eyes then lit up with an idea, causing Buné to tilt her head in confusion at this. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you,” Charlie smirked, standing up the table, and snapping her fingers. All of a sudden a piano appeared and she was sitting on it, reaching her hand out to a mysterious light. Then, she began singing. Singing? Huuuh? Buné thought, observing as she continued to explain her idea through song. It was painfully long and somewhat embarrassing, but Buné couldn’t help but laugh at her naiveness.

Everyone else joined in laughing, all collectively agreeing that the idea was silly and it would never work. Buné giggled along, but something told her that this would be the start of something amusing. If she could get something to amuse her, she would wholeheartedly help with it. Buné decided then and there to start making her way to the hotel, not bothering to watch the rest of the broadcast. She began walking casually down the sidewalk, the hotel being quite the walk away. Buné pulled out her phone, quickly dialing Cambion, her assistant who helped manage the circus with her. As he answered the phone, he could hear her smirk through the call. “Cambion, be a dear and take care of the circus for me, as well as that young demon I picked up earlier today! I’m afraid I have some… matters… to attend to!” Buné giggled, hanging up the phone and humming as she walked down the street, filled with flames and garbage.

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Buné shortly arrived at the very hotel that was presented on the television back at the window, causing her to hum in delight. She skipped up to it, looking at how run down and almost sad the hotel looked. Buné grinned, knocking on the door. She waited a few moments before the girl on the TV opened it, her eyes widening. Charlie shut the door quickly before Buné could speak, causing Buné to let out a “Hm?” and tilt her head. She heard Charlie on the other side, talking to someone named Vaggie.

“Now Stellar Buné is here, Vaggie! What do we do?” Charlie asked, panic lacing her voice. Buné smiled to herself, honored that the princess knew her name. Another voice was heard in response, but Buné couldn’t make out what it said. Then another, and the quick opening of the door, cracking it slightly. Charlie answered once more.

Buné gave her a sweet smile, looking up at Charlie. She was shorter than her, although not by much. “Hello, princess! My name is Buné, although I think you are familiar with me through my marvelous circus shows!” She cheered, taking off her hat and giving Charlie a bow.

Charlie laughed awkwardly, giving a half-assed smile. “Yes, I do! What, uh, brings you here?” She asked, keeping the door cracked slightly.

Buné beamed at her response, already knowing exactly what to say. “I’d love to help you with your silly hotel! I’d say I’m quite good at this whole entertainment thing, and I could provide that to your guests!” She offered, giving her a bright smile. A voice could be heard in the back, one that sounded all too familiar.

Charlie sighed, opening the door completely. She kept a smile up though, presenting the hotel lobby to her. “Welcome to my Happy Hotel, Buné!” She encouraged, moving her hand to show the room.

A static pricked at the air, creating a sense of uneasiness. This caused Buné’s ears to twitch, looking around the lobby. Before she spotted the source, a familiar voice spoke up. “Oh, Buné, dear!” The voice said, Buné immediately connected the dots.

“Alastor?” Buné questioned before locating him, standing near the center of the room. Her eyes lit up and she ran towards him, hugging him with a giant smile on her face. “Oh my, it’s been so long! Seven years, yes? That’s far too long to disappear without saying anything! Why were you gone? And why was it for so long?” She began, Alastor hugging her back with a laugh. Buné pulled back, eyes narrowing at him, still holding his arms. “Most importantly, why didn’t you tell me? Such a boring seven years alone might I say! No one was able to commentate my circus quite like you could!” She frowned, her rabbit ears drooping at this.

Alastor’s eyes were wide with amusement as he laughed. Buné released her hold on him, backing up slightly. Alastor leaned down and gently patted her head. “Don’t you worry about anything of it! Maybe one day I’ll be able to inform you, but that day is not today.” He chuckled, standing up straight once more.

A feminine-looking spider demon was sitting on the couch next to a moth-like woman, their eyes darting between Alastor and Buné. The woman’s eyes were wide, almost as if her jaw was on the ground. On the other hand, the spider demon’s mouth was closed but was just as confused as everyone else. The spider demon spoke up after a few long seconds of awkward silence. “You two know each other?” He asked, pointing back and forth between the two demons.

Buné’s eyes lit up and she giggled. “Why, yes we do! Alastor and I go way back, even to our living days! His radio shows were always so amusing to tune in to.” She explained, putting her hands on her hips with pride. She nodded her head after finishing her explanation, looking over to Alastor as he began to speak.

Alastor looked down at Buné and gave her a wide smile, looking back to the two on the couch. “Such a charmer, Buné is. I announced for her dashing performances! She is quite an interesting woman, as well as the most outlandish death possible! I do remember reporting it, a tragic tale indeed.” He spun his microphone around and rested his hands atop it.

Buné looked away in embarrassment, sighing into her hand. “You really must stop mentioning that, Alastor! You know I’m not proud of it.” She shook her head and looked up at the other people in the room.

Alastor did the same, realizing they were rambling on about nonsense once more. “I do apologize! Back to business.” Alastor started, making his cane disappear into thin air. He hummed as he walked over to Charlie who was still awkwardly standing by a broken couch. He spread out his arms before leaning down to Charlie’s height. “So, where is your hotel staff?” He asked, a huge smile present on his face like always.

Charlie looked away and fiddled with her hands. “Uhhh… well,” She stammered, looking over to the moth woman. “Vaggie?” Charlie said shyly.

Vaggie gave a death glare towards Alastor, narrowing her eyes in suspicion and anger. She then flicked her eyes over towards Buné, who threw her hands up defensively and flashed a smile.

Alastor laughed as he adjusted his monocle, staring right back at Vaggie. “Oh, you’re going to need more than that.” He said, walking over to the spider demon who was sitting at the ‘welcome’ area. Alastor leaned down to the sitting demon, reaching out his black and red hand. “And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?” He asked, the typical sinister grin on his face.

The spider raised one eyebrow in curiosity, looking down at Alastor, below his belt. “I can suck your dick.” He smirked, responding with mischief in his voice.

Alastor froze, no telling what was going through his mind. A loud shatter noise was heard, creepy enough. He then laughed out a second later. “Ha, no!” Alastor shook his head and walked off, the spider demon smiling with pride in his act.

The spider demon laughed, huffing out. “Your loss.” He shrugged and leaned his head on his hand.

Alastor walked over to Buné, who was contently standing in the corner with a smile on her face. Buné glanced around the room, meeting Alastor’s eyes again. “This place is rather dull! I feel as though we need more staff and most of all, more lights! Add some sparkle in here.” She jested, a mischievous grin on her face. Buné then clapped her hands, pink sparkles coating new lights that appeared out of thin air. “Poof!” She giggled, walking around the room as she took in the new lighting.

Alastor nodded in approval, walking over to the fireplace. “I’m afraid only that just won’t do! I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up.” He offered, snapping his fingers. The fireplace cleared itself of any dirt and a fire was started, an ash-covered critter being dropped into the fire. He walked over, leaned down, and picked up the entity by what was presumably a shirt. The creature quickly opened its eyes, looking around the room. Charlie, Vaggie, and who Buné learned was Angel Dust, were now surrounding the fireplace, observing with curiosity. Buné smiled once she realized who it was that he summoned. The ash then cleared itself off of the small woman with a funny sound, revealing a tiny and very cute little maid.

The radio demon leaned in closer to the crowd, still holding the woman. “This little darling is Niffty!” He then dropped Niffty, in which she landed on all fours.

Niffty stood up, introducing herself. “Hi, I’m Niffty!” She gave a little wave, looking around at everyone there. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s good to see you again, Buné, it’s been so long! It’s been a while since I’ve made any new friends.” She then looked confusedly at everyone, wagging her finger between everyone back and forth. “Why are you all women?” She frowned, picking up Charlie and looking underneath her.

Vaggie took this offensively and wielded her spear for whatever reason. Angel Dust raised his arms in surprise. Niffty continued, “I’m sorry, that’s rude. Ohhh, man! This place is filthy.” She began running around the lobby, grabbing bugs and other things. “It really needs a ladies’ touch. Which is weird because you’re all ladies, no offense.” She shrugged, grabbing a duster out of nowhere. “Oh my gosh, this is awful!” Niffty ran around the room, dusting and ridding the place of cobwebs. She let out a series of “nope”s, continuing her cleaning.

Buné laughed at Niffty’s tendencies, she thought it was so strange. “Oh Niffty, you are just the oddball I remember you as!” She smiled, looking over to the sound of another person appearing.

“Woah, the hell? What the fuck is this?” It was a cat-like creature, almost taking the appearance of a bat. He wore a top hat and overalls, with very big eyebrows. Buné quickly realized who it was and she rolled her eyes. Husk pointed to Alastor in annoyance. “You.”

Alastor was quick to retort. “Ah, Husker my good friend! Glad you could make it.” He cheered, placing his hand on Husk’s shoulder.

“Don’t you ‘Husker’ me, you son of a bitch. I was about to win the whole damn pot!” He growled, pointing to the stacks of cash that disappeared in front of him.

Alastor smiled, clearly getting on Husk’s nerves. “Good to see you too!” He quipped, leaning down to Husk.

Husk facepalmed, sitting down. “What the hell do you want with me this time?” He hissed.

Alastor put his arm around Husk’s neck. “My friend, I’m doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that’s okay?” Alastor asked, but Husk already knew the answer. It was rhetorical, it had to be okay.

Husk looked at Alastor with anger. “Are you shittin’ me?!” He growled with hatred.

Alastor gave a closed smile to Husk. He gave a hum, “No, I don’t think so!” A laugh track played in the back, Alastor letting go of Husk.

Husk pointed his finger at Alastor, his red wings spreading themselves. “You thought it would be some kind of big, fuckin’ riot just to pull me outta nowhere?! You think I’m some kind of fuckin’ clown?!” He yelled, shaking his fist with anger.

Alastor tidied up his coat, placing his hands behind his back. He blinked slowly, obviously hiding a laugh. “Maybe!” He replied, another laugh track playing in the back as he walked away.

Husk lowered his head and crossed his arms. “I ain’t doin’ your fuckin’ charity job.” He boomed.

Alastor appeared behind Husk, causing Husk to jump in surprise and he widened his eyes. “Well, I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment!” He nodded, pointing his microphone to the front desk, which had alcohol in the back. “With your charming smile and welcoming energy, this job is made for you!” Alastor continued, walking over to the bar. “Don’t worry my friend, I can make this more welcoming, if you wish?” He held out both of his hands, making a bottle of cheap booze appear atop the bar, giving a smirk.

“What, you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?!” Husk accused, picking up the bottle of alcohol, and looking at it. “Well, you can!” He admitted, swiftly drinking the bottle. He moved to the bar, standing behind it.

Buné’s eye and ear twitched as she realized Husk too would be staying here. She ran over to Alastor, grabbing his coat, and pulling him to the side. “You are such splendid help, but did you have to bring… that cat here?” She asked, pointing to Husk.

Alastor gave her a grin, shrugging his shoulders. “I couldn’t think of a better face to be tending to the bar here! I do apologize, I know how much you dislike our feline friend.” He replied, looking as Angel Dust tackled Vaggie.

Buné sighed, shaking her head and facepalming. “I suppose you’re right, but that still doesn’t change the fact that he could become vicious any moment!” Her bunny ears drooped onto her head, letting out a sigh.

Alastor let out a laugh, grabbing her shoulder. “Oh, dear, you are quite silly sometimes! Even if he does attempt to attack poor you, I wouldn’t allow it! I still have him under contract, after all.” Alastor leaned down and smiled at her before returning to the crowd. Buné shrugged and followed him.

Angel Dust was already flirting with the new bartender, which was no shock to Buné. Charlie leaned onto the bar and ecstatically introduced the hotel to Husk. “Oh my gosh, welcome to the Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!” She beamed with excitement, leaning over to Husk.

Husk took his booze off the corner and backed up a little. “I lost the ability to love years ago.” He said, taking another chug of the bottle.

Alastor approached Charlie and Husk. “So, what do you think?” He grinned.

Charlie ran up to him excitedly. “This is amazing!” She squealed, rubbing her cheeks with her hands.

Vaggie was to the right of Alastor, annoyed. “It’s… okay.” Was all she said.

Alastor pulled Charlie and Vaggie into a hug, laughing loudly. “This is going to be very entertaining!”

Buné let out a laugh as well, prancing over to the three of them. “Quite! Finally, the amuser gets amused for once!” She giggled.

Alastor nodded and raised his hand, shoving Vaggie out of the way. His outfit then turned into a tuxedo, a hat adorning the top of his head. He took Charlie by her hands and twirled her, beginning to dance with her. He then spun his hand above her and transformed her outfit and hair into one that was popular during the 1930s. He grinned and took Buné’s hand, transforming her outfit into her old flapper outfit that she wore occasionally on outings with her friends. She gave a smile of enjoyment, watching Alastor sing and transform the hotel and everyone else into something more lively. Alastor’s shadows appeared as well, taking Buné’s hand and offering her a dance.

Not too long after this began, it ended quickly. The door exploded and Niffty was hit by it, sending her flying. Buné gasped and looked at Niffty, everyone else staring at the door in shock. Everyone returned to their normal attire, peeking out of the hole in the wall. A giant machine was floating through the air, a serpent demon located inside of it. Alastor tilted his head which cracked creepily.

“Ha! Well, well, well. Look who it is harboring this Strymon freak! We meet yet again, Alastor.” The demon declared, reaching his hand out of his war machine.

Alastor tilted his head in confusion, looking at the demon. “Do I know you?” He asked, causing the serpent demon’s hair to fall.

“Oh, yes you do!” He hissed, backing into his machine. “-And this time, I have the element of surprise!” With that, a large gun made its way out of the giant war machine. Pink clouds filled the area as it presumably charged up, causing Alastor to snap his fingers. “I’m so evil!” He let out an ‘evil’ laugh, just as a hole formed underneath the machine.

Alastor’s tentacles appeared out of said hole, grabbing the machine and throwing the snake around inside of it. Buné looked up and let out a laugh as screams were heard, she thought they sounded goofy. Alastor continued his work and blew up the machine, his forehead glowing with an X on it. Buné stared at the machine as it disappeared, her mouth slightly agape. “Well, don’t you think that was a bit over kill , haha!” She awkwardly laughed, looking around at everyone else.

Alastor switched from terrifying to his normal demeanor in a second. “Well, I’m starved! Who wants some jambalaya?” He turned around and held his arms out, a wide smile on his face. “My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya!” He began walking back to the hotel, still talking about the recipe. “In fact, it nearly killed her! You could say the kick was right out of Hell!” Alastor laughed, not giving up on his jokes. “Oh, I’m on a roll! Yes, sir, this is the start of some real changes down here. The game is set. Now, stay tuned!” Alastor murmured, a lightning bolt striking down at the sign of the hotel, changing it from the Happy Hotel to the Hazbin Hotel.

Buné smiled as she walked back into the hotel with her new friends, excited to see what could happen with this strange group of sinners and the Princess of Hell. As she walked in, she shot a glare toward Husk, who didn’t pick up on it.

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Prey of Hell - Chapter 0

Alastor x Buné (OC)

Chapter 0: Prologue Next Chapter

“Quite a pleasure to be reporting this incident, quite a pleasure! However, what happened to this young lady is no pleasure! Famous ringleader, ?̵͓̱̞̘̌̍̆?̷̡̨͖̲͆̕?̴͖͙̝͚̀͐͑?̶͉̳̿͌͘?̸̳̌?̵̨͓̦̰͒?̸̧̖̅̒?̷̭͈̱͕͗̐̓, dead at 25! Such a tragedy I’m afraid, mauled to death by her very own tiger in front of her audience! What a way to go!” The radio host began, starting out his broadcast with his usual greeting. He sat in his radio tower, far from the majority of civilization. The tone in his voice seemed too lighthearted to be reporting this occurrence, especially because he had known the very woman who had lost her life.

“Reports say there was blood of a rabbit on her from previously feeding the tiger, and later on during her performance, the tiger attacked her! Ripping her to complete shreds. Guess you could say the tiger pulled a few limbs, huh?” He continued, a laugh track playing in the background after every cruel joke that was made.

“Now as one may know, I frequently announced for her shows whenever her dear announcer was out! Such an interesting soul might I say, she sure did live for entertainment, haha! Even dead, she is causing a show! Police are now looking into her for multiple accounts of murder, swept under the rug by using her own circus as a cover up. Mentions of abuse from the previous owners are also being looked into, however, nothing is confirmed! What an interesting case!” He announced, his radio show being broadcasted to everyone in the city of New Orleans.

“This case is one that is so vexing, a ringleader accused of something as serious as murder. Especially one that had such a famous circus, popular amongst people of all ages. It’s been deducted to nothing but a coverup for something much more dark, the circus owners being a line of horrendously horrible people! Only recently has the circus been exposed for these activities due to the death of their darling ringleader. She was a 25 year old woman, known for her brilliant entertainment skills. Her act was one for animal lovers, using a tiger to carry the show for her. However, in her most recent show, the tiger ate her alive in front of the crowd she adored. It really was a show stopping last performance!” The radio host continued explaining this tragic tale, entertaining his very own viewers in the process. There was something so sinister about this case that he enjoyed, making him smile at just the thought of the truth being uncovered.

“It truly breaks my heart knowing I had offered to be the substitute announcer for such a deranged woman. If I had known all of this beforehand, there is no way I would have said yes!” And with that, the radio host continued his broadcast for hours, switching from reports of this to reports of other news, as well as the most recent hit jazz songs. All the while this was happening, a new demon manifested itself in Hell.

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A woman fell from the sky, landing straight into Pentagram City. Her fall was the farthest thing from angelic, which made perfect sense, because she was the farthest thing from an angel. She gasped in pain as she hit the cold and dark floor, regaining consciousness. She shook her head, feeling something atop of it move with her shaking. Her eyes widened and she looked down at her hands, realizing that they were now long, white claws fading into a light pink at her fingertips. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at her legs, which were now adorned with stockings. Her right leg had a very vibrant pink fabric covering it, a line of X’s traveling down to her ankle. The other leg held a white stocking, striped with very thin lines of black. Looking down to her feet, there were two heels on them. The heels were a dark maroon, matching the shorts she had noticed she was wearing. In addition to this, there seemed to be a coat resting on her body. The ends were torn, looking as if it had been shredded. Attached to her waist was a golden whip, leading to many ideas in her twisted mind. As her eyes trailed further up, she saw epaulets sitting on her shoulder. Looking straight down, she saw a vibrant pink and gold bowtie attached to her neck. She smiled, she loved the color pink! On the other hand, she had absolutely no clue where she was.

The smaller woman stood up, shaking her head once more, checking out her surroundings. She appeared to be in a city, although not a nice one. It was covered in trash and fire, and if a city could scream, it would. There were strange looking people running around the streets, cars on fire, people laying dead on the ground, and trash littered along the sidewalks. A moment of realization hit her, remembering her death. The memories struck her like a flash of lightning.

She remembered her past life as a ringleader, hosting many events at a circus. Without much thinking, she remembered the name of said circus with ease. The Stellar Cirque. She recalled her last moments, the very tiger she owned attacking her as if she were prey. It tore her to shreds, taking her limb by limb. All in front of her audience too. They wished they could look away from the violent scene, but something compelled them to keep watching. She remembered feeding the tiger earlier that day, giving it a rabbit that it enjoyed. Rabbit blood splattered her clothes and neck as she fed the tiger, resulting in her inevitable death. The tiger smelled food, saw food, and ate food. Albeit, that food was her. She remembered her name, vowing to never let anyone know what it actually was. And from then on, she was known as Buné.

She walked out of the alley she had fallen into, walking out onto the sidewalk. Prancing past a store, she was her reflection in the glass window. Her hair was now a shade of pink between vibrant and pastel, pulled into a bun sitting just above the back of her neck. Her eyes were a dark pink, and her sclera were a light pink. On her head rested two bunny ears, starting at pink and cut into white at the top. Between those fluffy rabbit ears was a dark maroon hat with a vibrant pink ribbon on it, a bow with a long trail on the back of her hat. Her face was relatively the same, although her skin was pure white. Her cheeks had circles of lively pink on them and a light purple shade of eyeshadow was present on her eyelids. Her eyelashes were abnormally long, but most of all, her nose was a small nose that resembled a bunny. She stared at her reflection and let out a giggle, the irony of her new form.

“What a cruel joke!” Buné grinned, watching her hands trail up to her ears as she felt them. Fluffy, how weird. Something caught her attention as she stared, her neck. There was a massive scar that appeared on her neck, a claw mark. It didn’t end on her neck, so it was safe to assume it continued onto her torso. She huffed and rolled her eyes. “Damn cats.” She sighed, continuing her walk through this new environment.

Buné looked up into the sky, seeing a giant pentagram looming above. Her mouth parted slightly as all of the clues started adding themselves up. Then, she smiled, reflecting on her very obvious crimes. “So, I’ve made it to Hell! Yay!” She cheered, thankful she still had consciousness. Her mind trailed back to all of the wrongdoings and crimes she had committed, starting from something as small as theft. Then, it led to bigger things, such as murder. Taking the lives of others had always given her an adrenaline rush she chased after, never wanting to leave that high. Her victims trusted her so easily, she appeared like a sweet woman who had a love for show business. But oh, were they wrong. She let out another laugh as she continued walking down the streets of Hell, soaking in the new cityscape she was bound to get used to. So many things were on fire, so many people were screaming

A strange man approached her, he was tall and much more built than her. His skin was a dull gray and he wore torn brown clothes. He had blackened horns that were the size of her very own ears, yet they were much more curved. His voice was raspy as he spoke, “Aren’t you just a pretty little thing?”

Buné narrowed her eyes at this, putting her claws on her whip that was attached to its holder on her waist. She kept her cool, realizing she had no reason to be hostile towards him, but still very aware of anything that he could try. “What a glacé sweet you are!” She smiled, showing him her sharp teeth that she had yet to realize she had.

He gave a sinister smile back, putting his slimy hand on her shoulder. This caused Buné to grab the dark maroon handle of her whip, ready to take it out if need be. “What do you say, we go to a more private place?” He slurred out, blinking slowly at her.

Buné rolled her eyes, looking up to him with an unreadable gaze. “No need. I wouldn’t engage in such activities with someone like yourself.” She giggled, grabbing his hand and removing it from her shoulder pad.

The sinner did not take this well, growling at her response. “What makes you think you could even do that with me?!” He hissed, balling his fists at her. Buné grinned and took out her whip, ready to try it out. She only arrived a few minutes ago, and she was already getting into conflict! She lashed it against the concrete, hitting it hardly. As it hit, pink electricity sparked from it. She looked down at it and possibilities ran through her mind.

Buné pulled the whip back up towards herself. “Say, could I try this out on you?” She asked, tilting her head as she questioned him. He looked at her with disgust, but that didn’t last. She backed up and raised the whip, hitting him with a splash of electricity bolting through him. His eyes became like spirals and for a split second, he seemed almost unconscious, as if he were having a daydream. After 5 seconds of this state, he regained his thoughts. His expression went from angry to fearful, and his eyes widened.

“What the fuck was that? What the fuck did I just see? Who the hell are you?” He screamed at her in hurt, as well as pure horror. His thoughts raced as he brought his hand up to his head, stars spinning around his head.

“Whatever do you mean?” The rabbit demon asked, confused. All she did was hit him, nothing more had happened.

“I-I saw a tiger! It fucking jumped at me! I felt myself get torn to shreds! I saw the crowd cheering for it! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed, backing away slowly.

Buné’s eyes lit up with excitement. She saw that very scene as she died! How come he saw it too? All she did was hit him with her whip! “Oh? Do tell me more!” She excitedly started walking towards him, grabbing her whip. She held it out once more, striking him twice with force. He stayed still for what seemed to be twice as long, his dazed state returning to him. After that, he jumped back into himself. He gasped and screamed, rubbing his eyes as tears began to form.

“Fuck you!” He said as he ran off, giving no more context to what he saw.

The short rabbit demon pondered for a second and looked down at her whip, which was still shooting out pink bolts of electricity. She grinned to herself, putting it back into its place. “Fascinating!” She exclaimed, continuing her way down the sidewalk.

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And with that, Buné quickly gained popularity for all of the wrong reasons. She found out quickly just what exactly she could do. Manipulate people’s thoughts into her own. She could take her memories from life and make them see the exact same thing with just a touch of her whip, replacing her in those memories for them.

She learned she could turn into something much more frightening on her own will. Thick, black horns would sprout from her head as her hat fell. Her eyes would glow with the same vibrant pink, and glowing stitches keeping her limbs together would appear. She realized she could remove her limbs in this state, as well as her own organs. It always made for the perfect party trick. There was much more to learn about herself as the years passed by.

After 8 years, a new demon manifested itself into the same hell Buné adored. He rose quicker than she did, earning himself the radio demon title. And something about that name, Alastor, rang a bell in her dark mind. The same Alastor that occasionally did the announcements at her beloved circus. She made it her goal to see him again, although she knew he probably did not remember her, she just needed some source of entertainment in this hell that she would spend eternity in.

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It was early in the morning and walking down the streets of Hell, Buné spotted exactly who she had been looking for. In front of the tailors’, she recognized his face, although his form was much different from the form she had last seen him in. He was much taller than her and his tanned skin was no longer that, and instead it was gray. His hair was bright red and was black at the bottom, shortening as it led to the back. Atop of his head were two fluffy ears, sharing the same color as his hair, into a black just like the bottom of his hair. Although it was difficult to see, two small antlers were present next to his ear. A deer, how cute! Buné giggled to herself. A red tinted monocle rested on his face, as well as a giant smile showing off his yellow colored teeth. His eyes were sharp and firm despite his smile. Above his eyes seemed to have dark red of some sort, almost like eyeshadow. He had a black and red bowtie, much like her own, and a bright red and striped suit, paired with black pants. The radio host wielded a microphone, the same bright red being repeated throughout his appearance.

Buné’s eyes lit up, bringing her hands up to her chest and shaking them with excitement. She giggled and speed-walked towards him, excited to see the only other person she knew during her life. She ran behind him, tapping him on the back with her pointer claw. Alastor turned around, only to see no one there. His smile remained but his eyes furrowed in annoyance, only to receive another tap on his back once more. He turned around to see a shorter demon, resembling closely to a rabbit. He recognized her as the infamous rabbit demon, Buné. However he quickly realized that it was the same woman he reported a gruesome death on years ago in life. The same one he used to know decently, as he announced for her shows. He looked down at her, and before he could say anything she spoke up. “Alastor! I found you!” She giggled and put her hands on her hips.

Alastor’s eyes were unreadable as he responded. “Buné! I remember you quite well, you were a force to be reckoned with, dear.” He bent down and touched her nose gently with one of his fingers. Buné laughed in response as Alastor stood back up straight.

“You are the only familiar face I recognize in Hell. I figured I’d locate you!” Buné admitted, she had known literally no one else in Hell, and to know someone caused her much relief. She could handle herself fine, but knowing someone made things much more comforting. She had been alone in Hell for 8 years.

Alastor nodded politely in understanding. “I completely understand! I too know no one else, but you showed up just on time. I remember reporting your death, quite the flashy one I might add!” He took his microphone in front of him and rested both of his hands on top of it.

Buné’s eyes widened and she looked away in embarrassment. Oh, he reported my death. That’s nothing short of embarrassing. She thought to herself, before speaking. “Ah, yes. A betrayal from my own animal. Nonetheless, in front of my audience, a total embarrassment!” She shook her head, not proud of her death.

Alastor laughed at her reaction, unable to disagree with her. “Yes, and to be exposed for all of your horrendous crimes right after! I would have never guessed you were such a violent woman, Buné, dear.” He looked down at her, almost expecting answers from her.

Buné looked back up at him, confusion creeping onto her face. “Oh? The authorities actually found out about all of my side hobbies?” She questioned, tilting her head to the left a little.

Alastor turned to face the sidewalk, offering her his arm. “Of course! Join me on an outing and I shall tell you everything you wish to know about the results of your death.” He suggested, causing Buné to nod and take his arm as they began to walk down the sidewalk. Truly a start of a new friendship, one that could possibly shake this entire city of Hell, causing trouble like never before. ───────── ∘°𖤐°∘ ─────────

Thank you for reading the prologue! This is just a small project I'm working on, I have many drawings of her if you guys would like to see! My AO3 is swayingluv, it is also posted on there :)

Please don't be harsh, this is my first time writing anything and posting it! If people like this I might try to update more often. Thank you for your time, have a wonderful day/night <3

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