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battlekidx2 · 3 months

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I want to elaborate even further on why I think Alastor’s breakdown in the finale was (at least in part) motivated by the fact that he has come to care about the people at the hotel. A few people have responded to me saying they don't believe he actually cares or asking me about my opinions on certain counterarguments against the interpretation that he cares and I figured it would be easier to just make one post in response. (this is just meant to expand on my thoughts. You don't have to agree. That's half the fun of media interpretation.)

The consistent throughline I keep being told is that his breakdown was purely motivated by pride and loss of control and I do think these were massive parts of the breakdown.

Alastor is very aware of the fact that the situation around him is spiraling out of his control. That the notoriety he had cultivated as an unchallengeable overlord is crumbling. His time away allowed the fear he sowed to dull. He keeps coming face to face with beings that rival or surpass his strength. People who wouldn’t dare question him before are banging on his door. His foothold in the world isn’t secure like it once was and that has him reeling.

Alastor's pride is a driving factor in his actions, but, like I said in my last analysis, I think this is only part of it. I think this breakdown is motivated by the fact that he feels like he’s losing control of himself on top of the situation around him.

I'm going to start with the points/questions I've been asked first then expand on my thoughts after.

The first one I was asked about is the interpretation that Alastor was mocking the very idea that he would sacrifice himself for someone else when he says "Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends." and I think that would work if it wasn't for the visuals paired with this line.

He literally looks like THIS when he is speaking the line. This isn’t the face of someone mocking the very idea that he would do this.

It was actually this shot that convinced me there was some truth to the words he was saying because it looks like he’s beginning to have a breakdown over the fact that this is almost exactly what happened.

The second one that I was asked about was the idea that he was forced to fight and protect Charlie by whoever owns his soul. But if he was forced to fight in this battle due to his contract why not describe it this way when alone? How could he even leave if he was forced to fight and protect the hotel? I doubt there was a caveat that he could leave the fight if he was seriously injured if he was ordered to fight and protect Charlie and the hotel.

I do think he's at the hotel because of whoever owns his soul, but I don't think it's why he fought or why he helped Charlie get Cannibal Town to aid them through his connection to Rosie.

And the last one that I was asked about was the idea that the demons had to be fighting for love like Carmilla said to Vaggie to defeat the angels and the reason Alastor didn't win was because he was fighting purely for his own interests. Freedom, power, and control.

And, while I think the base idea of this is really interesting (This is a genuinely cool idea!) and could challenge Alastor's more selfish motivations, the show itself doesn't really back this up.

Charlie is the literal embodiment of fighting to protect those she cares about-- she has the biggest heart out of anyone at the hotel-- and yet she doesn't defeat anyone in this battle.

Before she faces Adam all she uses is a shield to protect herself and the other residents. She apologizes to those she hits, while Vaggie finishes them off. When she does face Adam she doesn't beat him. She gets in a good hit, but she isn't able to finish him off. She would have been killed if Lucifer didn't step in.

Plus, Alastor's shield killed multiple exorcists before Adam destroyed it, so I don't think this means he hasn't grown to care about the residents of the hotel or that there wasn't some part of him that was fighting to protect them.

Now to expand on my own thoughts now that I've answered the questions I've gotten, it's not just the final battle/fallout that brought me to believe he had come to care about the hotel and its residents.

The show itself seems to want us to think he is starting to grow “accustomed” (In Alastor’s words to Niffty) to the group with little moments that are played straight like when he sends Mimzy (possibly his oldest friend) away, telling her she can stay if she truly wants to try for redemption, but if she just wants to put the hotel in danger then she has to leave.

When he says he believes in Charlie and wants to mentor her in cannibal town. He even gives her his microphone which is a literal extension of himself to help her.

When he talks to Niffty (who he is clearly fond of) and admits he finds the group enjoyable to be around. He says he could grow accustomed to them after Niffty says she really likes them almost in agreement with her.

There is no sinister undertone or hint of the usual facade Alastor puts on in these scenes.

Like I said above I don't think that the fact that Alastor has come to care about the residents is the only factor in his breakdown or the only reason he fought in the first place (Alastor's blatant overconfidence in his fight against Adam makes it clear pride was a factor. That overconfidence is why he lost that battle). It's a combination of multiple things (his pride, loss of control, desire for freedom, etc), but I do think it's a valid reading that it was a part of it considering all the information the show has given us.

This isn't to say I think Alastor is going to melt and be a team player for the hotel from now on. In fact, I think he's going to lash out against this internal change.

Alastor has always put himself first and in the finale he almost died trying to protect this hotel and it's rattled him. It's challenged his entire self-perception. He doesn’t like that it’s being challenged. That he’s losing control of himself on top of the situation around him. So, he doubles down on his initial goals.

I think this internal conflict is fascinating. I wouldn't have written so much about it if I didn't. I genuinely can't wait to see what they do with it in season 2.

If you feel differently feel free to send an ask, message, or respond to this post. I'd love to hear what other people think! Differing views and connections to characters is what makes media so impactful and fun to consume.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #i really loved this show #I think Alastor is such a fascinating character #this is just a response #I hope this opens a discussion #I like hearing how other people interpreted things #this is just my view of things

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nixie-writes · 10 months

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Can you write husk x imp!clever!female!y/n romantic headcanons?

-context:this y/n is raised in greed ring

-you spent your entire life up until now in the Greed ring, scraping for food and shelter. Rent was through the roof these days and you couldn't hold down a job. You chose to move to the Pride ring.

-you used your cleverness and wit to coax demons into buying you food; sinners weren't used to seeing an imp outside of imp city so they felt bad for you. A few of them, anyway.

-one evening you were approached by the king's daughter and her apparent girlfriend. She offered you a free room at a hotel in exchange for participating in a program planned to redeem sinners. The king's daughter, Charlie, was hoping Hellborns could go to heaven as well.

-you agreed, solely for the free room and food. When you were registered in the program you met a sinner named Angel Dust, who was also part of the program. He told you he was only in it for the free room and you agreed with him.

-when the Radio Demon appeared after the failed interview you were interested. An Overlord, a demon of high power, interested in this little project Charlie had going on? This would be good.

-after he agreed to help with the hotel he noticed the only staff member was Vaggie and chose to summon a couple of demons to help with the hotel. The first one he summoned was a small hyper cyclops demon named Niffty. The second one he summoned was a half-drunken avian cat who was in the middle of a card game. You liked that he stood up to Alastor for summoning him with no warning. Not many sinners were willing to stand up to Overlords.

-over the next few weeks you became acquainted with Alastor, Niffty and Husk. Each of them were interesting in their own right but Husk caught your attention. He was slick and could count cards, basically allowing him to know what card was coming next and play his hand accordingly. You wanted to exploit that.

-you challenged him to a card game and, despite him counting the cards, you were smarter with your hand and won. He owed you a bottle of vodka, which you gladly took. He told you he'd beat you next time and you laughed.

-as time flew by you found yourself enjoying Husk's company more and more. You knew you were denying your little crush on him. You were just an imp, what would a sinner want to do with a demon like you?

-it was late one night and you and Husk were having a competition to see who could drink the most before passing out or vomiting. So far he was winning and you were plastered. You told him, "you know Husk, -hic- we could make a good couple," and proceeded to face plant onto the bar table.

-the next morning Husk helped you with your hangover, he didn't have much of a hangover as he was used to drinking that much alcohol. While he was getting you some Tylenol he mentioned what you said the night before, and asked if you meant it. Red in the face (redder than usual) you admitted you had feelings for him and understood if he didn't feel the same way.

-he patted your head and rubbed your horns, telling you he liked you too. You were clever, slick and could hold your liquor up to a certain point. He was interested in you and was willing to give a relationship a shot. You were overjoyed and went to hug him before grabbing the garbage can and vomiting. Very smooth. Husk gave you your Tylenol with some water and tucked you back into bed.

#hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader #husk

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drades-lair · 20 days

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Heavens Disdane

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Chaggie

Some how Drade allowed Charlie to talk her into staying back while she went to convince heaven of her plan. Charlie wanted a chance to convince heaven on her own as the hotel was her idea...unfortunately the court meeting hadn't gone well.

"Wait! We're not alone anymore! And I... I shoulda listened! Drade! Please...help..." Charlie whimpered with a sniffle, nearly inaudible towards the end. The young hellion had hit her knees upon Adam’s reveal of Vaggie and the declaration of Sera that she’d not provided significant enough proof of souls being capable of redemption from hell.

"What the fuck are you whining about!? Agh!" Adam began only to recoil as a glowing portal appeared causing a chill to run through the room.

Through the portals glowing purple light stepped the elegant form of Drade, clad in her new outfit and a pair of leathery wings tucked behind her. Sera's eyes landed on the scale emblems etched into the golden shoulder plates immediately growing wide with realization.

"Hmm, I see heaven hasn't changed. Smells the same too," Drade huffed, looking around the court room as the portal closed behind her.

"Who the fuck is this bitch!?" Adam exclaimed gesturing with both hands towards Drade.

"You came...I... wasn’t sure you would..." Charlie stammered, look up in awe at Drade as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Of course, you called...I came," Drade smiled warmly at Charlie, taking a knee in front of her. Gently the red head cupped Charlie’s cheek, using her thumb to swipe away the tears.

"At least I can count on someone," Charlie responded shooting a disapproving glance to Vaggie that resulted in a curious eyebrow raise from Drade moments before assisting Charlie in standing up.

"Hey! Did you hear me? Who the fuck...!?" Adam began when Sera cut him off.

"ENOUGH! Thats enough, before you get us all killed. My lady, excuse the belligerence," Sera barked, flashing her angelic form momentarily before settling to turn to Drade with a bow.

“Humph, glad to see heaven hasn’t changed,” Drade huffed again, folding her arms lightly over her chest.

“I’m afraid I know not what you mean,” Sera stated in a meek tone.

“Don’t bullshit me, I was here when everything went to shit the first time around and now heaven has the gall to cause even more chaos while blaming it on others. Typical,” Drade retorted with an angry glare at the seraphim in front of her.

“How dare you! I won’t stand by while you spew blasphemous venom about heaven!” Lute chimed in from the side lines drawing Drade’s attention in her direction.

“Lute! DON’T!” Sera’s warning came too late as the Exterminator flew towards Drade armed with nothing but her fists.

Drade’s expression hardened into a cold, unimpressed one towards the swiftly approaching angel. Drade’s large leathery wings stretched out behind her revealing the insides to be a creamy white color that dripped into chocolate brown with blackened fingers, a single wing beat sent a shockwave straight into Lute causing her to exclaim in surprise as she was hurdled backwards into the wall across the room. A gasp radiated through the room, mingling with the cracking of the wall and Lutes pained sounds as she slid down the wall to the ground. Drade released a huff while tucking her wings back behind herself.

“Heaven just never listens,” Drade quietly stated sending a chill through the entire room once more.

“You’re the Gallow walker…aren’t you?” Sera hesitantly wondered, fear lacing her tone.

“That I am, which means it is my job now to maintain the balance of the scales. Heaven has severely tipped the scales away from earth and hell and I seek to reestablish that balance,” Drade announced to the room, holding a handout with her palm up causing a pair of golden scales to appear through a purple swirling aura. A scale holding the earth along with another holding a brimstone orb were lifted towards a third scale holding a light blue orb with swirling clouds.

“So, you side with hell,” Sera concluded allowing a small amount of disapproval to leak through into her tone.

“No, I’m working to reestablish balance. The exterminations have resulted in a level of power that has tipped the balance too far towards heaven. Thus, should Adam and Lute come to hell in a month’s time I WILL stand with Charlie and Lucifer Morningstar to defend the Hazbin Hotel as well as Hell itself,” Drade corrected firmly.

“Very well, dully noted,” Sera quietly accepted.

“Also let it be known that should Adam, Lute and their exorcist set foot in hell it will be a declaration of war,” Drade warned, eyes narrowing as a menacing aura surrounded her.

The room fell instantly silent while Drade held her ground for a moment making certain to sternly drive home her declaration before turning with the wave of a hand to reopen her portal. Ushering Charlie and Vaggie towards the glowing circle Drade silently stepped through with them promptly leaving the befuddled angels to argue amongst themselves about the implications of what they’ve rout upon themselves.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Chaggie #Charlie Morningstar #Vaggie #Emily #Sera #Original Female Character #OC #Angst #Drama #Humor

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thefakehedgehogaroundhere · 2 months

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this isn’t about the hogs…

I… want to get into the Hazbin Hotel fandoms but idk if I wanna actually watch the show cuz I’m a kid and like I don’t care about swearing but yknow…

and like maybe I should just watch comps of it for an understanding of the characters… but like also I need plot n stuff and I’ve seen you reblog it so like

idk

can you give me a rundown of the show?

if you can’t/don’t want to just answer this ask with no or smth

please and thank you

(Don’t make a hazbin sonic au k?)

You got it! I do want to warn you tho: The show contains violence, death, abuse, sex, and suicidal ideation.

The prologue is just Lucifer likes free thinking, so he steals Adam's wife Lilith and then they trick Adam and his new wife Eve into eating the forbidden fruit, and now hell exists.

The princess of Hell, Charlie, is trying to redeem sinners to avoid overpopulation without the same cruel tactics of keeping the population down that Heaven uses- mass extermination once a year. To do this, she opens a hotel called the Happy Hotel that rehabilitates sinners, that she runs with the help of her girlfriend Vaggie and her friend Angel Dust.

Unfortunately for her image, Angel is currently engaged in a turf war with a demon named Sir Pentious, fighting alongside his best friend Cherri Bomb. Which. Yknow. Not exactly helping him redeem himself.

After a bit, a fearsome demon named Alastor appears at the door, offering to help Charlie run the hotel- not to rehabilitate sinners, but to be entertained when said sinners fail. He introduces Niffty to be the maid, and Husk to be the bartender (who Angel immediately begins flirting with). Alastor beats up Sir Pentious, renames the hotel to Hazbin instead of Happy, and that's the end of the pilot.

I cant explain every single episode in great detail- especially if you decide to watch it- so these descriptions are gonna be much more brief. 1 paragraph per episode, MAX.

Charlie's dad, Lucifer, lets her go to a meeting with Heaven, where she's introduced to Adam- the first man and head of the exterminators. He disagrees with her plan to redeem sinners, since he doesn't think they can change, and moves the next extermination to half a year from now.

Sir Pentious returns for another fight with Alastor. We're next introduced to the Vees- three powerful demons named Vox, Valentino, and Velvette. While Vox and Alastor have a rivalry, Pentious has actually been sent into the Hotel by the Vees to act like he wants redemption, but actually just to infiltrate them. After Vox tells him to kill himself (im not kidding), Charlie allows him a chance to redeem himself, which he takes. Vaggie and Angel are pretty pissed about this but it's fine

Alastor goes to a meeting with the other overlords (just demons that have massive power, specifically over certain territories), where Velvette starts talking trash to Carmilla- an overlord who also sells weapons. Velvette accuses her of killing an angel that was found headless in Hell after an extermination, and later it's revealed to Vaggie that she DID kill the angel to protect her children. She doesn't want the secret to slip, because if Heaven finds out, it means war.

Angel is revealed to be in an abusive relationship with Valentino. He's a porn star, and Val is his director and boss. Charlie, blissfully unaware, tries to get him off work for the day to do trust exercises, but Val threatens Angel that he'll hurt Charlie if he can't make her leave. Angel lashes out, shoots the porn, and returns to the hotel bar with Husk to drink away his sorrows. Husk tries to get him to open up, so he leaves for another bar. Husk follows him there too, and he explains that Angel isn't the only one who's damaged and that they're both losers.

Lucifer shows up and is depressed, and he has a rivalry with Alastor about who is the better dad. Al's friend Mimzy shows up out of nowhere, lore-dumps, and then it turned out she just went to the hotel to escape the cops because she stole a car. Alastor politely tells her to fuck off. Charlie and Lucifer have a conversation about how the hotel could work, with Charlie pushing Lucifer to let her go to Heaven and try to make her argument in person. He caves, and Charlie excitedly tells Vaggie she's coming too.

Charlie and Vaggie arrive in Heaven, and are introduced to an angel named Sera and her daughter Emily. Charlie and Emily agree that sinners should have the chance to be redeemed, which Adam again shuts down, saying that they had their chance. Vaggie is revealed by Adam to be a fallen angel- and not just an angel, but one of the exterminators, punished to life in Hell because she saved a child. Charlie begins fearing for what else Vaggie could be lying about, but before she can panic more, the opposing viewpoints turn Heaven and Hell to battle. Also, the whole time this is going on, Angel, Husk, Niffty, Pentious, and Cherri are getting drinks, and seeing the supposed "redeemed souls" drinking is actually what sells it to the angels that they can't be saved.

Everyone prepares for the battle. Charlie and Vaggie make up, Vaggie trains with Carmilla, Angel, Husk, and Niffty spend more time together, Pentious catches feels for Cherri, and the Vees get their popcorn ready. Pentious tries to tell Cherri he's interested for like the whole episode and ends up just saying "please don't die ok bye"

Battle. Alastor put up a force field around the hotel. It stops working. Angel and Husk make sex jokes while committing several counts of murder, Niffty stabs anything she can see, Alastor and Adam fight but Alastor turns into a puddle and leaves, Pentious kisses Cherri and then fucking dies, and Charlie and Vaggie are fighting side by side. Lucifer shows up and tells Adam "you get no bitches because I stole them both", and then Niffty stabs Adam to death. Everyone sings and then HOLY SHIT PENTIOUS MADE IT TO HEAVEN

#can't make a hazbin sonic au anyway bc someone did that already lmaoo #faker's askbox #faker and friends #hazbin hotel #hazbin spoilers

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countlessrealities · 2 months

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{ For context, just in case: related to this - ft @holoharbinger / @creationtainted }

It takes Vaggie a great deal of self-control not growl as she's faced with Alastor's condescending expression. It's impressive how he can convey his emotions, when he chooses to at least, despite the ever-present creepy as fuck grin on his face.

Or, at least, she would find it impressive if it wasn't annoying beyond reason.

"Let's skip over you judging me or whatever you're doing inside that head of yours and talk business. What you'll get out of the deal? You know that I know, so no need to go there. And, for the record, no, I won't make a deal with you in exchange. Maybe I'll owe you one, but I'm not formalising it."

It's bad enough that Charlie has done it to recruit Rosie's cannibals. The last thing she wants is to give the Radio Demon more power over them.

"Will you or won't you talk Adam into making a deal with you so he'll stay here permanently?"

Alastor tilts his head on one side, eyes never leaving her face. Unlike Vaggie, he seemed to be in no hurry to wrap that conversation up. When she approached him stating that he wanted to speak to him in private, he hadn't expected that this would be the subject of their talk. And yet, there they were, having tea together while discussing Adam, of all things.

How curious. Delightfully so.

"A formal deal? That hadn't even crossed my mind!" He claims with a laugh, eyes narrowing slightly. "I know exactly what you think of such affairs. Why would I ever waste my time trying to force one on you?" Unless she was that desperate, but this isn't the case. "I was merely wondering why you, of all people, are going to such lengths to secure a safe haven for Adam. One would expect you to wish the worst on him."

He takes a slow sip from his mug, purposefully dragging it on to get on her nerves.

"Do you have a secret soft spot for our newly fallen angel, my dear?"

"Hell no." Vaggie's answer is almost a little too quick, but she pretends not to have noticed. She already had to explain herself to Vox, she's not having that conversation with Alastor too. "I'm choosing the lesser evil. Either he's in here with us, getting his ego humbled, or he's out there, having all the reasons to stay his unbearable asshole self. I'm choosing the former, even if it means seeing him every day."

The Radio Demon's smirk subtly sharpens, but it's not lost on her. The motherfucker is laughing at her, but she won't give him the satisfaction of showing how much it gets on her nerves.

"So," she continues instead, "either you make a deal with Adam or you ask Vox out, so I can get our Flopmaster to join the crew. Your choice."

That second option leaves Alastor openly puzzled for a moment, before he manages to hide his confusion behind his usual façade. He's not easily caught off guard, but it seems like Vaggie is hellbent on surprising him today.

"Why would I do such a thing?" He asks, and the question is genuine, unlike most of the ones he voices. "And I don't see how it would help winning that little bet you made."

"Because he has that super weird crush on you, duh. You must know that." A pause. "...Right?"

Well, apparently he did not, and it's painfully obvious from the frozen expression on his face, like a deer caught in the headlights...as ironic as it is. A creepy, smiling deer, but one nonetheless.

"How are you friends with Rosie when you can't even tell...? Lord, he's the only one who cared that you were gone and knows exactly for how long. He even made a whole fucking TV broadcast about you coming back and..."

She's wasting her breath, isn't she?

"Never mind. Just...think about it and let me know, alright? The sooner, the better. It's a bit of a time-sensitive matter."

A long beat of silence passes between them, then Alastor speaks up once more, eyes glowing bright red.

"Of course, my dear Vaggie. I will give you an answer with haste. But you must allow me some time to mull it over. After all, you have given me plenty to consider."

#[ ic :: muse status ]#[ ic :: Vaggie ]#[ ic :: Alastor ]#holoharbinger #creationtainted #[[ blame Sai for this - they started it ]]#[[ or well no I guess *I* started it 0.o ]]#[[ well anyway they made that post and I had to react xD ]]#[[ also wow these two mfs got wordy 0.o ]]

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robodaydreamer · 4 years

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RadioHusk Week - #1. Falling in Love

I have a weakness for heart-eyed, lovestruck expressions!

Here’s a little fic for this awful comic. Hope you enjoy!

This counter never seemed to be clean enough… though he didn’t really give too much of a shit about cleanliness either way. All he had to do was make it look like he gave a damn about it and his peppy princess hotel manager of this shitshow would leave him alone.

That and Niffty wouldn’t feel as compelled to hop, skip, or literally jump over their residents to get to him in her haste to clean it. The last time he let the bar get the slightest bit dirty… okay it was fucking disgusting… but the last time that happened he’d been tackled rather viciously to the floor.

He was used to laying unceremoniously in a heap on the ground, but that had just been ridiculous. Not to mention the headache he had to deal with after the back of his head had bounced off of the floor was something he really could have done without.

He’d pick a hangover over a concussion any day of the week. Although, it had gotten him out of work for the rest of the day. Maybe he’d get her to do it voluntarily once in a while.

With a snort and a shake of his head, Husk wrung out the small towel clenched between his claws and slapped it against the counter, pushing it back and forth along the hard surface for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.

...

He needed a drink.

Muttering a few choice swears, he scrubbed at a particularly sticky spot on the wooden counter, his mouth twitching into an irritated scowl.

Before he could throw the soaked rag away carelessly and most likely at some poor random passerby, a loud bout of laughter caught his attention.

Charlie came into the lobby, mouth seemingly moving a mile a minute as she spoke with their notorious radio demon.

Alastor was nodding his head appropriately, responding just as fast if not faster as he waved his arms around in the air as melodramatically as he possibly could.

He fucking would…

As the two came to a stop, Husk watched as Alastor brought out his microphone staff, a jazzy upbeat tune filling the lobby with a wave of his hand.

As much as Husk hated to admit it, and he really really hated admitting these kinds of things, the bastard could sing.

He could sing, he could dance, and he could eat a demon whole. Gross… and yet the crazy sonofabitch was charming as all hell.

His ears perked up as Charlie kicked off their tune, her voice causing the few residents hanging around in the lobby to stop and watch their performance.

He heard a thump and glanced behind him at his tail, giving the offending appendage a glare. For its sake, it better not wag again. He wasn’t a damned dog!

Turning back toward the two, he watched as Alastor spun a random demon who looked just as confused as the rest of them. Heh, the poor shmuck.

Leaning onto the counter, he let his paws rest against the countertop and didn’t notice his tail give another thump behind him. The rag was left forgotten beside him as his claws tapped idly against the wood to the beat of the song.

As Charlie finished what he assumed was her verse, Alastor’s smiling mouth opened to join her in their song, his voice echoing throughout the room.

He felt his fur stand on end as the sound of Alastor’s voice took ahold of him, the tone alone making his heart race in his chest.

Husk would never admit it out loud, but this cannibalistic lunatic had a power over him that was more than just the ability to force him into whatever miscellaneous adventures he could get his entertainment obsessed hands on.

If only that were the case.

But no, his heart had to go and screw up the whole, “I lost the ability to love years ago” thing he’s had going for himself for decades.

He was royally fucked the moment Alastor wrapped his arm around him after they’d met.

No good clingy overlord.

Smug bastard is what he was…

Husk’s eyes roamed over the two, twirling and dancing their way around the lobby. His eyes were focused on the red overlord as he tapped his feet, grin sharpening as his shadow self came out to join in on the fun.

Oh, he was looking for trouble.

If Vaggie were here, she’d be throwing a fit… heh. He hoped she heard about this. The yelling would be equal parts annoying and hilarious. Annoying because his ears were fucking sensitive as shit, but hilarious and abso-fuckin-lutely worth it because he wasn’t the one who was going to be scolded.

Husk stiffened as he felt the other’s shadow pass behind him, a ghost of a touch akin to caressing traveled along the outer feathers of his wings.

He turned just in time to watch the creepy entity throw a wink his way before slithering out of his bar area and behind another demon, making said demon jump and cry out in fear.

What was that about?

Glancing back over to Alastor, he wondered if he’d noticed what his shadow had done.

Nope… he was still singing his number.

Honestly, he probably wouldn’t care, seeing as to how touchy Alastor was on his own already. His shadow probably got it from him.

The guy really liked to piss him off. He always liked to make people squirm…

With a shiver, he allowed himself to relax and watch the rest of the trainwreck in front of him.

Charlie and Alastor looked like they were in their element. The demons surrounding them looked uncomfortable and ready to cry.

This was the best kind of a trainwreck.

Slumping forward, Husk sighed. How did he do it? How did this nutjob trap his heart in his red clawed grasp? Was it the voodoo magic he always conjured up? Or the looming threat of his everpresent power? Or maybe it was his ability to manipulate even the most cautious of demons?

Did he real him in with his gentlemanly manner, his charming personality, his fearless pride, his brilliant wit…?

Was it his hypnotizing voice or his mesmerizing eyes?

Maybe it was that handsome face… his controlling behavior… or his uncanny skill of convincing just about anyone to dance with him?

As Husk lost himself in his thoughts, he was too distracted to fight off the lovestruck expression that made its way onto his face.

Alastor grabbed Charlie for the final verse of their song to spin and dip her, his grin sharp and utterly satisfied.

Husk couldn’t help imagining himself in her position, held up only by the arms that would be firmly wrapped around him... their faces close… breaths intermingling-

Shit… he was so fucked.

#radiohusk #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x husk #i have to be at work in four hours what am i doing #i still cant draw #hope youre all okay with a rough as heck comic

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charliesradiodemon · 4 years

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Arranged Marriage (Part 6)

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Part 6

Charlie woke feeling incredibly well rested. It may have been due to her emotionally taxing day yesterday, but she somehow slept through the whole night without issue. A part of her felt guilty for how well she slept, but it also made her feel silly for thinking so.

With a sigh, she turned onto her side as she recounted her day yesterday. Through her painful day, Alastor of all people was there to comfort her in his own strange way.

He even promised to stay until she fell asleep, just as she had asked. Charlie half expected him to brush her off, especially after his odd reaction to her near-touch. But surprisingly enough he agreed. And as a man of his word, he indeed stayed until she drifted off to sleep. Her face warmed as she also remembered how she’d held onto his hand as he sat beside her.

It was Saturday, a free day at the hotel, and one of Charlie’s only days off. Saturday was a day for the sinners of the hotel to do as they wished- preferably inside the hotel’s walls. It was a day of self reflection to allow the sinners to pick up their own hobbies and put in their own effort toward redemption. Being in hotel at all times kept them out of trouble and focused on rehabilitation, but they were also allowed to leave and do as they please.

As for Charlie, she’d use the day to talk to whoever stuck around the hotel and plan the coming week’s activities. At the end of the day she’d normally watch a movie or binge a series with Vaggie, but it might not be the best idea considering the recent events around them. Besides her assumed broken tradition with Vaggie, today should be no different. She’d been living with this schedule for half a year now and she planned to stick to it.

With a determined huff and and smile, Charlie sat up in bed. But as she did so, she noticed a familiar red figure at the other end of the room and froze. It was Alastor.

“He stayed the night.” Charlie whispered to herself. She scooted off the bed and fixed her nightgown before quietly walking up to the motionless form on her couch.

Sure enough it was Alastor, sitting upright, legs and arms crossed, a small close-lipped smile and his eyes closed. Had she not seen how slowly he breathed, Charlie would have assumed he was awake and waiting. Charlie leaned over and got close. ‘I guess even Alastor needs to sleep.’ She mused in her head. She’d never seen him sleep before and she’d never seen him so still and peaceful either. He was usually bouncing with energy and enthusiasm whenever he was around her.

“Can I help you Charlie?” Alastor asked suddenly. Alastor’s bright red eyes shot open and stared straight back at the demoness.

“HOLY-“ Charlie jumped back immediately and nearly tripped on the rug, sending her limbs flailing about as she caught herself from tumbling.

Alastor chuckled and rested his elbow on the armrest. He plopped his head on his open palm and watched Charlie try to calm herself. “Sorry if I startled you sweetheart, but watching people sleep is quite rude you know!” He grinned widely and continued to chuckle.

After collecting herself, Charlie took a few deep breaths to calm herself. “No, I’m sorry. I woke you up and I was… being kinda weird…” she looked away and fiddled with her unkempt hair. The pout on her face made Alastor’s flutter and he nearly forgot where he was for a moment.

That was, until he took a good look at her hair. “No worries dear. I had a good laugh out of it,” he mused. He then pointed at her hair and raised an eyebrow. “By the way that is a fine nest you have!” Charlie shot him a confused look to be met with a smug grin.

When she turned and walked to her vanity she yelped, “What? How’d it get this bad?” She sat herself down and began running her fingers through her hair to get the tangled mess under control. With her frantic tugging, she kept getting her fingers snagged on the knots. She let out an exasperated sigh, signaling her quick defeat. “I mean it’s never perfect in the morning, but it’s never been this bad before! I need to get Razzle and Dazzle!” She shot up from her stool.

But before she could head for the door, two claw-like hands rested on her shoulders. Looking up in her vanity mirror, she saw Alastor holding her in place. “No need! I can take care of it if you’d like.” he materialized a brush from nowhere and gently pushed her down to sit. Saying nothing, Charlie sat back down and continued to watch him through the mirror.

He went straight to work once she settled. Instead of going head first with the brush, Alastor set it aside and instead used his fingers to untangle any nasty snags that could get caught in the brush. It was so strange how thoughtful and careful he was as his pointed claws occasionally brushed over her scalp. Charlie even closed her eyes as he worked, clearly enjoying the sensation.

Once Alastor deemed it satisfactory, he took the brush he’d summoned and gently brushed through her golden locks all while humming.

Charlie’s butlers Razzle and Dazzle would normally brush Charlie’s long and voluptuous hair, but never had it felt this good. From the soft brushes of her scalp to the gliding of a brush through her hair, Charlie didn’t notice the content smile that graced her face.

Alastor, however had. He watched the princess’ expression soften through the mirror with amusement. Was she truly this naive? Despite being at the mercy of the Radio Demon, one of the most feared overlords in Hell, she’d put her full trust in him and relaxed into his touch, even. The moment reminded him how just last night she asked him to stay until she fell asleep. It still racked his brain how she could be so at ease with him in the room. But most of all he wondered why exactly he decided to stay by her side the whole night. Or why he volunteered to brush her hair so carefully.

“You have quite a lot of hair you know,” Alastor joked in an attempt to get his mind off of his confusing thoughts. He’d ponder on it more later, now was just not the time.

Charlie’s eyes shot open, and Alastor could have sworn his heart skipped a beat at the sight. Even when he attempted to get his mind off of what she did to him, she still somehow managed to get his heart off-beat. So much so Alastor was beginning to think that he was merely experiencing heart palpitations. “You must get it from your mother.” he finished, trying to keep himself calm and collected. Charlie smiled soberly and nodded.

“Yeah, I get that a lot. It’s why I don’t ever wanna cut it, because it reminds me of my mom.” she chuckled and brought her gaze down to the floor, deep in thought.

What was her mother dong? She still hadn’t called, nor had she picked up any of Charlie’s calls in the past few days. She must have been busy with wedding preparations, but couldn’t she just spare a couple of minutes for her daughter? She’d just gotten engaged!

With his eyes still fixed on Charlie’s face, Alastor hadn’t realized that he’d thoroughly brushed though the demoness’ hair a while ago. He was so engrossed in the softness of her locks and his heart palpitations, he’d completely lost focus. He stopped brushing, but part of him didn’t want to stop just yet. So instead he started to do something else to Charlie’s hair, which promptly caught her attention. The gentle tugging told Charlie he was probably braiding her hair. “I bet you must be excited to see your mother today.” he commented.

“Yeah- wait,” she slammed her palms on the table, stood and whipped her head around to face Alastor. The braid that he’d started came undone in the action, but Alastor didn’t care. Not when his fiancee’s beautiful demonic form began to peek out. Alastor’s grin widened in anticipation and his fluttering heart began racing.

“WHAT?” She shrieked, yet Alastor didn’t flinch. Charlie began pacing away from the vanity, muttering wildly with a hand over her mouth. Her wide eyed gaze was fixed on the ground. Alastor couldn’t understand what she was saying but he did notice that her horns were present and her nails seemed longer than usual. He took Charlie’s seat at the vanity and sighed contentedly at the sight of her. He had to admit that she certainly was a belle, but this side of her was a unique sort of beauty that he could appreciate.

She looked to him pleadingly. “What should I do?” she cried before returning to her frantic pacing.

With a confused yet amused expression, Alastor asked, “Are you not excited to see her?” The demoness snapped her head to look at him once more with her ruby-red eyes.

However the visible part of her true form retracted as quickly as it appeared with just a blink. Charlie stopped her pacing and sighed. “It’s not that. I just haven’t seen her in a long time and she hasn’t returned any of my calls,” she ran a hand through her hair and shook her head with a groan. “I-I just don’t know what to say to her Al.”

“Why not just start with a simple ‘hello’?”

Charlie groaned in frustration again. “Come on, be serious!” She turned back around to pace with her hands tangled in her hair.

“Oh I am though,” he stood to full height and walked up to her to grab her by the scruff of her nightgown and effectively stopping her from pacing endlessly again. Once she stilled in his grasp, he released her before continuing, “The reaction to a simple smile and a ‘hello’ tells you everything you need to know about a person! See where you go with it sweetheart. Not to mention your mother would be pleased to see your gorgeous smile.”

Charlie turned and shot him an unsure look. When he didn’t falter from his confidently wide grin, she shrugged. “I guess it’s better than nothing. Thanks for the advice, Al.” she crossed her arms and turned away. The unsure tone of her voice did not comfort Alastor’s inner concern one bit.

‘Concern? For her?’ He thought. When was the last time he’d felt concerned for anyone? And when was the last time he’d felt the need to truly comfort someone?

Alastor took each of her shoulders in his hands, causing her to look up at him. “Chin up my dear, everything should be going uphill from here on, trust me.” his calm, nearly radio-less voice and his closed lipped smile somehow eased Charlie and she relaxed under his touch.

A soft, appreciative smile melted onto her face, sending his heart into a beating frenzy.

He quickly let her go, letting his searing touch linger on her shoulders. “Now, after your little hotel duties, we have to go meet your mother to finish the details!” Alastor said quickly before briskly exiting the room and gently shut the door.

Charlie brought her hand to her shoulder where his hand had lain and felt her heart skip a beat.

PART 7 HERE

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steelgrey-demon · 4 years

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@angel-caked

Angel was cornered against the building , another nameless client that had been snuck in just to make ends meet towered over the usually ambitious spider . He didn't know what went wrong let alone what he even did to set them off to begin with but , wasn't that to be expected ? It was genuinely nothing new and at this point it was something known especially when unintentionally running his mouth in retaliation despite it being the one time his gun was left inside the hotel . He was too old for this and if he took the beating now it'd be best or risk it for another , after all if he roughed up or even killed off a high payer it wouldn't end well and he had make up .

He squeezed his eyes shut and recoiled when the fist was drawn back with arms instantly going up to shield his face, preparing for the impact out of muscle memory and instinct however . . . it never came . . .

Hesitantly cracking open an eye to see what caused the halt only made both widen in shock . Vaggie was between him and the unruly customer with her iconic spear at the aggressor's throat while he couldn't see her face he could only imagine the fire dancing in her eye and snarled expression that sparked cowardice in the other demon-- he wasn't sure how should he feel about this . He was thankful the moth had stepped in but , why ? He's been nothing but a dick to her since day one and while they had this strange friendship Vaggie even bothering hadn't crossed his mind . Angel was conflicted and knew that she could definitely hold her own so , while he could , Angel put his hands on Vaggie's shoulders to keep her from indirectly causing another shit storm to come his way . He put on his facade and gently squeezed just wanting to go back inside , praying she'd catch on to what he was trying do to escape " Hey-- I think I hear chuck callin' fa us . "

Fire? Fire was an understatement to the furious molten lava that was her gaze. The moment she had spotted what was going on, all she felt was rage. Not for the spider but for what was bound to happen if she didn’t step in. Her feet moved swiftly and without hesitation, her hair whipping in the wind like an alabaster flash of wings taking flight, her spear summoned forth with a sharp raise of her hand. No. She could give less of a damn about how annoying or rude Angel could be sometimes, the fact was right now he needed her and she gave a shit about that. Nobody was allowed to hurt those she considered a friend and those who dared would find out why she was feared.

In an instant she was blocking the client from Angel, her blade whirling expertly in the air and elegantly sliding it’s tip towards the mans neck all without her blinking. It leveled there, a hairs breath away from cutting him through and staining the back wall in his blood if he dared to advance, a clear warning that if he didn’t back the fuck off that he was gonna know what a second death felt like at her hands. That was all she needed. No words. No motions. Just the ever hungry glint of her spear’s sharp tip. It was only Angel’s gentle squeeze to her arm that gave her the slightest hesitation to just saying fuck it and killing the bastard right then and there. With an inward sigh though she gave in, turning her lone gaze to him and giving him a brief soft smile, a show she understood before sharply turning her eye to the coward and gesturing for him to high tail it before she changed her mind.

“Leave. Now.” Vaggie hissed out, baring her fangs to the demon.

With that, and keeping her front to the man now utterly shitting himself, she gestured for Angel to follow her back inside, keeping her spear on the man to make sure he scurried past without any trouble. Once he was gone she let her hand fall, the blade vanishing away as she looked him over with concern evident in her pastel gaze.

“....You okay? Did he hurt you...?” Vaggie asked cautiously.

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doodle-empress66 · 3 years

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Hazbin Hotel: Perma Frost Full Bio

General

“It’s BULLSHIT that I’m down here! Stuck in this ugly ass form! I did the shit I did to SURVIVE! No one has ever watched out for me! So I watched out for myself the best way I knew how!”

- Perma Frost to Charlie

Full/True name: Petra

Nickname(s) or Alias:

Perma Frost, Perma

Perm

The Killer Frost Demon

Kid (By Husk)

Ice Queen (By Angel)

Little Girlie (Niffty)

Young Miss (By Alastor)

Bruja de hielo (By Vaggie)

Gender: Female

Species: Human (formerly), Ice Demon

Age: 14

Birthday: Jan 6th

Sexuality: Autochorisexual-Aegoromantic

Nationality: Icelandic

City or town of birth: Vik, Iceland

Currently lives: The Outskirts of Pentagram City

Native language: Icelandic

Relationship Status: Single

Appearance

Height: 5'5

Figure/build: Slender, somewhat curvy build, with long, dark blue icicle-like fingers. Powder blue skin

Hair color: Light Blue (Normally), Transparent light blue (when angered or frightened)

Hairstyle: Long and unruly

Eye color: A glowing icy blue hue that shifts

Tattoos: A snowflake on her back

Preferred style of clothing: ALWAYS wearing a large hooded jacket/coat that covers the entire top half of her body. Large black snow boats. And navy blue tights

General Past life

Human Name: Petra (She renounced her last name)

Birthday: 6th Jan 2005

Age of Death: 14

Cause of Death: Froze to death/Blood loss

Death day: 23 Aug 2019

Personality

Perma is an intense, cautious, volatile, and resentful teenager. She’ll do whatever it takes just to make it through the day regardless of who she has to harm or fight. She loathes adults and doesn’t trust them or their judgement, and always believes they're going to hurt her. Nor does she like being told what to do. So she often gets into a lot of fights with older demons, Perma will at times rush head first into a fight without thinking things through due to being blinded by her violent nature and past trauma. She has little to no friends or acquaintances because of the sheer brute force of her powers, somewhat lack of control and unwillingness to listen to people. Despite being unapproachable most of the time, deep down Perma wants a kind soul to turn to for love and guidance. But, pushes away this feeling due to the bad hand life and death has handed her.

History

Born in Vik, Iceland in 2005, since she could walk; Petra knew nothing but misery and neglect. Abused and mistreated by her egg and sperm donor, growing up in a strange cult certainly didn't help little Petra. Forced to deal with going hungry and cold from the old shredded clothes she was forced to wear. As well as participating in her mother's questionable practices. Her family often took part in the ancient art of Icelandic witchcraft. Writing questionable symbols everywhere in the blood of animals they caught. Reading from old books with disturbing otherworldly images. Even carving up their own bodies as a sign of devotion to some strange dark entity. Petra didn't understand these events but knew only bad things could come from it.

Life didn’t get much better for the young Icelandic when she was set up to be a sacrifice in one of the cult's shamanic ceremonies, she managed to slip away and ran until she arrived at an old rundown village. Only 9 years old at the time. From there, the next 4 years were awful. Petra had to survive on scraps she found in the trash or steal food and clothing from unsuspecting villagers. Years on the street, being treated like dirt from those around her, a child no one wanted around, caused Petra to grow hateful to world and the vile people who inhabited it. No one had any concern for her. No one cared about her. Her life meant nothing to ANYBODY. So after that, the lives of others didn’t mean a damn thing to her.

At 11, Petra committed her first murder. She was low on scraps and slowly starving. Following a frail elderly woman with a bag full of food, Petra took out an ice pick she had swiped from some workers and drove it into the back of the woman’s head.

Soon after, the dreaded streets Petra wandered were now becoming littered with the bodies of the people she stole from. Little did she realize, these malicious acts were changing in ways that were beyond human understanding. Something malevolent and cold started growing inside her body. Warping her soul.

Two years, this continued...until Petra chose the wrong target. A lanky young man, who looked a few years older than her, was smoking in an alley. Driven by survival, bloodlust and greed to what type of goods the man had on his person, Petra struck with her signature ice pick. Too bad, the man wasn’t unarmed. Nor was he alone. That’s all she remembered from that specific day. And how she wished she just kept walking.

The man was part of a group of sex traffickers looking around for young girls and women to add to their market. And 14 year old Petra was added to that collection.

The following year was a new level of Hell for the young girl. Beaten, abused, used in the most vile of ways by these men and others. Petra resisted at each turn but the suffering increased more and more. Then the vile concoction, meth they called it, they forced her to take each day. Told her that it would make her more “enjoyable company”. Some days and nights blurred into each other. This...drug made her forget the pain, the misery, the horrid existence she was subjected to. But reality came back full throttle to punch her in the face once it wore off. It made Petra feel disgusting and free at the same time. Just like the girls around her, empty shells with blissful smiles on their faces.

She was right at the edge of just ending it, but the stubborn part of her refuse to give her tormentors the satisfaction. One night, while she was getting prepared for a client, Petra managed to break away and shank one of the guards with an icicle she snatched from outside of a window. That kill was easy, but the second guard managed to let out a shout before Petra rammed the spike into his eye.

Petra rushed out into the winter forest, away from the building she was held captive. Wearing nothing but a pair of booty shorts and a flimsy tank top and armed with a bloody icicle. The traffickers hot on her trail with guns and rope. Each day of hiding, running, and avoiding bullets was made worse with trying to fight the freezing cold. One bullet managed to pierce her side. On that night, Petra finally found a small cave to duck into, her feet and hands black and swollen. She was practically a light blue.

Using the last of her strength to make a small, pitiful fire, Petra packed her bullet wound with snow as a sad attempt to stop the bleeding. She leaned against the cave wall and closed her eyes. Thinking back to all the events that transpired that lead her to this. The memories slowly getting darker and darker...

She woke up abruptly from crashing down onto the ground. The teen shot up, disoriented and looked around. Her eyes fell onto a large sign reading, “Welcome to Hell.”

Sins committed to get into hell: Theft, Murder, Assault, Manslaughter, Prostitution (Not her choice)

Any regrets in what they have done: No...depends

Likes:

Doing whatever she wants

Warm food

Parkour

Heavy metal music

Necessary Violence

Beating up adults

Animals

Children

Being left alone

Dislikes:

Adults

Being touched

Limited freedom

Being told what to do

Guns

Silence

Drugs

Anything sex related

Short clothing

Frozen Food

Fears/phobias:

Men touching her/being near her

Being tied up

The sight of her own blood

Dark rooms

Cults

Sexual acts of any kind

Being drugged

Favorite color:

White

Hobbies:

Ice/snow surfing

Brawling/Street Fighting

Reading scary stories

Parkouring

Stealing

Talents/skills:

Great at the drums

Ice skating (lol)

Parkouring

Intimidation

Fighting

Very Observant/ Quick Learner

Favorite food(s):

Skyr (Yougurt)

Harðfiskur (dried fish)

Reykjavik's Hot Dog

Favorite drink(s):

Slushies

Pineapple Soda

Hot Chocolate

Significant/special belongings:

Her icepick

Spiked choker

Combat

Fighting skills/techniques:

Very good street fighter/brawler

Excellent stabbing and hacking skills

Weapon of choice (if any):

Ice Pick

Unique Abilities:

Cold Magic- is able to perform a form of magic that allows them to utilize cold, either magically manipulating it

Cryokinesis- can create, shape, move, control, interact and manipulate ice.

Cold manipulation- can create, shape and manipulate cold by reducing the kinetic energy of atoms and thus making things colder

Atmospheric Freezing- an freeze the air/atmosphere itself regardless of air quality, abundant and trace gases, air temperature, etc., allowing her to either convert that air/atmosphere directly to ice or simply super chill it.

Absolute Freezing- can freeze anything, from tangible targets to intangible energy such as fire, or concepts such as time, even a person's mind.

Cold Embodiment- acts as the personification or manifestation of cold in their reality and has limitless control over coldness and can use coldness in different ways.

Cold Breath- able to generate and manipulate cold energy within her in a way that allows her to shape the exhaling of the effect.

Cold Presence- has the ability to project a field that lowers the temperature around her, creating a constant chill.

Cold Weaponry- create or wield weaponry with power over cold, which grants Perma a wide variety of cold-based abilities, including slowing down molecules, freezing a target solid, and limiting healing.

Cryo-Phasing- combines intangibility and ice powers to freeze the objects she passes through.

Cryogenic Bodily Fluids- possesses freezing cold bodily fluids (blood, sweat, saliva, etc.

Cryokinetic Creature Creation- is able to create beings of ice or shape existing ice into wanted shapes and purposes. She can grant the beings varying levels of independence (controlled, automatons/programmed, semi-independent) and existence (momentary to permanent) and delete the creature once she is done with them.

Cryokinetic Claws- can project and retract razor-sharp claws of ice from her fingertips for offensive purposes.

Cryokinetic Combat- able to utilize ice manipulation with her physical combat, allowing her to both create tools and weapons for attack and manipulate the environment for her advantage

Cryokinetic Cloning- can create clones of herself, others and/or objects by using ice.

Cryokinetic Surfing- controls the ice in a way that increases her ability to move and/or maneuver either by granting her abilities she otherwise lack or allowing them to ignore normally needed equipment.

Cryokinetic Regeneration- can use ice to regenerate her bodies with the amount of ice used defining the speed of healing.

Demonic Ice Manipulation- One of her most powerful attacks. She can generate and manipulate mystical demonic ice, which cannot be melted by mortal means, drawn straight from the darkest fears sentient minds have about winter, ice and arctic areas, including the fears of treacherous ice breaking, burying/devouring, damaging or tripping the victim in malicious awareness.

Demonic Ice Breath - able to generate and manipulate demonic ice within her in a way that allows her to shape the exhaling of the effect. These shapes can include bursts, streams, spheres, even a mist of it from the mouth.

Dark Ice Manipulation - More powerful attack. She can create, shape and manipulate the ice of a darker, detrimental nature; that which damages, destroys, and consumes anything/everything she comes across, representing the hazardous destructive side of ice, which in turn ignores most of the limitations and weaknesses of the normal ice. In essence, this is about solely controlling the negative dark powers of ice.

Frostbite- can freeze up any part of an enemy's body where she can turn the tissues and flesh into solid ice making the victim shatter into pieces due to freeze drying, or cause a swelling making it hard to move for the victim.

Frozen Surface- can cause surfaces (often floor) to emit ice/cold, causing ice/cold-damage on anything in contact with her or the ice.

Hail Generation- can generate and project hail.

Ice Aura- can release and surround herself in/with ice/cold for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable and granting her various abilities/attacks.

Ice Vortex Creation - can generate spirals/vortices composed of ice. The vortex can be projected as a long ranged attack or as a tornado of ice for both offensive and/or defensive purposes.

Omnidirectional Ice Waves- can release massive amounts of ice in every direction at once for almost unlimited scales. This power allows Perma to dispatch many foes at once and destroy large areas like cities/villages.

Snow Ball Projection- able to launch spheres of snow at targets with varying degrees of force.

Snow Solidification- can solidify or give solid-like properties to snow-based substances with the level of solidity going from loose jelly to metal-like hardness or beyond. Alternatively, Perma can also harden snow to make it denser and harder to break.

Un-melt able Ice- can generate and project snow/ice that is extremely difficult to or cannot by melted by normal means, such as extreme heat or fire.

Weaknesses in combat:

Intense heat/fire

No control when pushed too far

Turns to solid ice when she goes overboard

Due to her constant chill, she can’t sneak up on people

Strengths in combat:

Wide and short range attacks

Nearly indestructible ice walls

Hidden demon form

Wild unpredictable street fighting style

Can create ice creatures, structures, and weapons

Relationships

Past life Relationships

Parents: Unknown

Siblings: None

Other Important Relatives: None

Children: None

Best Friend: None yet

Other Important Friends: None yet

Acquaintances: None yet

Pets: None but wants one

Enemies:

Anyone who tries to mess with her.

Alastor (Frenemy-ish)

Hazbin Relationships:

Charlie- Put off by her eagerness and determination to redeem sinners. Didn’t trust her at first and kept her distance. Slowly warmed up to Charlie’s kindness and learned to trust her and others.

Vaggie- Disliked her attitude, and authority. Would tick her off with snide comments and constantly freezing her and/or Charlie. Started to bond over their dislike of Alastor and men a bit. Told Vaggie of her life and hardships, now have a big sis/little sis connection.

Angel Dust- Because of his sexual nature, she was terrified of Angel and avoided him. Even freezing him solid a few times out of fear/self-defense. Calm down a little once, she learned that he’s gay. The two became close once Angel shared his own stories of abuse. Also adores Fat Nuggets.

Alastor- Instantly loathes Alastor due to his disregard for personal space and creeper smile. Sees him as a closet pervert and often talks trash about his radio broadcasts and calls him an "a limp dick old man". Perma was unaware of Alastor's reputation, but sees him as a sicko who likes to inflate his own ego and harrass those he sees as beneath him. One of the few demons who doesn't fear Alastor, but that's due to her own ignorance and inexperience. Often tries to start fights with him by crude derogatory comments. Or freezing him.

Husker- Didn't think much of Husk at first, but liked the fact the he's a cat. The two barely interacted until she sang to herself in German and Husk responded back. They slowly began to converse with each other more and more. Husk actually listening to her woes and offering some advice. Vice versa. Due to Husk keeping to himself and respecting boundaries, Perma respects and listens to Husk more than anyone. Calms down whenever he's around. The two soon form a father/daughter like relationship.

Niffty- Was put off by Niffty's persnickety and energetic persona. Also irritated her by the frost she leaves behind. But they grow to tolerate each other over time.

Trivia

Sin - Wrath

Can speak 5 languages: Icelandic, German, Polish, English, and Dutch. This is due to the men she came in contact with during her time on the streets and while trafficked

The spiked choker she wears was a gift from one of the older trafficked girls. It was the first time she was given ANYTHING nice.

Speaks with a thick Icelandic accent

Her lips are dark blue from her cold

Given her sexual abuse, Perma doesn’t just hate sex, she’s TERRIFIED of it.

Perma keeps to herself and talks to no one unless confronted.

She knows nothing about the Overlords or power scale.

She keeps her distance from friendly people. To her, everyone is out to get something.

Perma loves heavy metal, it helps her release the pain and fury she feels

With enough patience and practice, Perma could fight on par with an overlord

She likes animals, they never harm you

She eats warm food, to feel ‘alive’.

One negative act towards her, no matter how small, can set her off

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bleachanimefan1 · 3 years

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Oblitus Ch.21 Get Down With The Sickness

56 Days Left Until Extermination...

The next morning, Anna groaned as she rolled out of the bed. Her body felt achy all over. Her throat felt sore and scratchy and worst of all she couldn't breathe through her nose. As she stood up, her head felt very light that she almost stumbled as she tried to walk across the room to leave. Anna had to use her hand to balance herself along the walls as she walked down the hallway. She rode the elevator several floors down, after accidentally pressing the wrong button and pressed them all at once. Finally, the doors opened to the hotel lobby and she stepped out from the elevator.

In the hotel lobby, Angel was reading a magazine while eating a popsicle, Niffty was dusting some of the frames, busts, and other furniture in the room. Husk was busy preparing a drink at the bar. Charlie and Vaggie were talking to each other until they noticed Anna walking over to them. Charlie smiled and waved, however it dropped. She cringed and took a step back when she saw Anna's depressing state.

Anna's eyes were watering uncontrollably, snot was dripping down from her nose. She was shivering from head to toe and worst she was wobbly as she tried to stand. Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other then back to Anna.

"Hey, are you okay?" the princess asked in concern.

"Yeah, it looks like your about to fall over," Vaggie replied. "Maybe, you should get back to bed and rest. Me and Charlie will handle this." Anna coughed. She shook her head.

"No, I'm fine," Anna started to answer. Darkness overclouded her vision as she lost control of her legs. "I'm..." She fell forward, collapsing into Charlie. The princess caught her just in time before she fell to the floor.

"Anna!" Charlie exclaimed. Vaggie ran over to the two. Alastor peeked his head out from the kitchen, wondering what the commotion was about. He saw the whole group gathered in a circle. He walked over and froze when he saw that it was Anna lying on the floor. She was sick. It was probably from the dirty fountain water that he and Anna both fell into at the park.

"Shit! She's burning up!" Vaggie cursed. Alastor shoved the moth demon out of the way, who glared at him as he picked Anna up, carrying her in his arms.

"What do you think you are doing, you radio bastard!?" Vaggie shouted. Alastor turned to her.

"I'm taking her back up to bed." He replied. Vaggie stared at him with a distrustful look, crossing her arms.

"You better not do anything to her!" Charlie placed her hand on Vaggie's shoulder, trying to calm her down. She turned to Alastor.

"Thanks, Al," she said. Alastor walked away as he carried Anna towards the the elevator to take her back up to bed room. As the elevator slowly rode up the floors, Anna began to stir opening her eyes. Her vision was blurry and she felt very light like a feather.

"Are we floating?" She asked, completely out of it. Alastor laughed.

"No, my dear. We are in the elevator and I am taking you to your room. Go back to sleep." Anna stared at Alastor with a dizzy look on her face. Her vision danced as she saw two Alastors. She reached up and out of the blue, grabbed Alastor's cheeks with her hands. Alastor felt his whole body froze and he began grow tense at the feel of Anna's touch. He did not like to be touched. Only one person in his life was allowed to and that was his mother. His eyes widen in alarm as Anna leaned in closer towards his face.

"A-Ah, what are y-you doing?" Alastor asked, laughing nervously. He hated this feeling it made him feel vulnerable, weak. He felt his blood run cold as Anna's lips were close to his. He felt her hot breath as she breathed through her mouth.

"A-Alastor,... " Anna slurred as her head began to lop to side. "I think I lov-" However, she stopped then her eyes widen. Alastor saw Anna's face turn green. Before he could do anything, Anna had barfed over his shoulder. Alastor eye twitched as he had a strained smile on his face, angrily gripping Anna's shirt tightly with his hands. Disgusting...

Anna groaned as she pulled back with a little vomit stuck to the corner of her lips.

"I'm sorry..." She murmured before passing out again.

46 days left until Extermination...

It took a nearly a whole week for Anna to recover from her sickness. As she was put on strict bed rest, Alastor would take care of her. He would sometimes try to cheer her up by singing some old songs and some of his favorite songs, like "You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile!" Then sometimes Niffty would come in and look after her and sometimes bring her soup and sometimes knit together. Angel would bring Fat Nuggets to help Anna with her boredom. Husk would poker with her and always won until Anna found out that he had been cheating. Charlie and Vaggie would sometimes stop by to check on her. Now, after full week's rest, Anna feeling completely better back to 100%.

Anna was heading to the kitchen, to where Alastor was. She was going to thank him for taking care of her when she was sick. However, as she stepped into the room, Anna noticed that something was off. She saw Alastor was a little wobbly on his feet, and he was have a hard time focusing.

"Alastor, are you okay?" She asked as she approached him. Alastor felt dizzy as he turned his head to look at her.

"I'm fine, just a little cold, Cher," Alastor replied to her in a strange Cajun accent. Anna raise an eyebrow.

"Are you sure okay? You're talking strangely." she said. "I've never heard you talk like that before." Alastor didn't answer her as he shifted his gaze elsewhere focusing on anything but her. Anna frowned with a suspicious look on her face.

"Don't tell me, you caught my cold, too," she questioned. Alastor sighed holding his hands up.

"Fine, fine ya got me." He said. "I'm sick. I won't resist arest."

Anna followed Alastor up to his room making sure that he got there okay. As he say down on his bed and pulled his shoes off, Anna saw that Alastor had deer like hooves as his feet. He climbed into his bed and Anna pulled the blankets over him, covering him up.

"Comfortable?" She asked. Alastor smiled, tiredly.

"Yes, thank you, darling," he replied.

"Need anything else?" Anna asked. Alastor paused a minute before answering.

"Well, there is one thing. It always makes me feel better," he said.

"What is it?" Anna asked.

"My mother's jambalaya," Alastor answered.

"I don't know the recipe, Alastor," Anna explained unsure. "And also, I'm not that great of a cook."

"Look on the bookshelf," He said, pointing his fingers over towards the bookcase. Anna walked over to it searching through it. "It's a big red book that has recipes on it." She saw it and grabbed the book.

"Found it," Anna said. "Okay, I'll try to make it. But, I can't promise that it'll taste great." She walked out of Alastor's cabin carrying the book under her arm, heading towards the kitchen. This was going to a recipe for disaster.

Anna struggled as she tried to multitask through the recipe. She was chopping some of the ingredients, while trying to keep an on the sauce and some shrimp and questionable "meat" that she found in the refrigerator and let them frying on the stove. Angel walked in as he smelled something that was coming from the kitchen.

"Watch ya doing?" He asked.

"Making jambalaya for Alastor. He requested it," Anna answered, chopping up some peppers. Angel smirked.

"Huh, I've never figured you to be able to cook," he teased. Anna frowned.

"What's that's supposed to mean?" She asked, insulted. However, she wasn't paying attention and accidentally sliced her finger with the knife. Anna hissed as she covered her finger trying to stop the bleeding.

"Well, considering something bad always happens around you," Angel commented. Anna groaned and grabbed a dishrag then cleaned the cut as she washed warm water over it.

"It doesn't happen all the time," she replied. Angel smiled and hummed.

"You don't say?" He questioned. The spider demon pointed over toward the pot that was overflowing on the stove. "By the way, the sauce's burning."

"No!" Anna exclaimed.

Back in the cabin, Alastor stared down with a blank look on his face with a big smile, looking at a bowl filled with jambalaya that was sitting in his hands. It looked like an monstrosity that would probably crawl away. Anna took a seat on the floor next to him. "Here you go," She cringed, seeing the look on Alastor's face as he took a bite. He hates it...

"I know it's not the best. Some of the shrimp got burnt and some of the peppers got overcooked and I put too much hot sauce in-"

"This is fantastic!" Anna's eyes widen as she quickly looked at him with a disbelief look on her face. "Say what now?"

"This is the best thing I've ever had since I've been down here!" Alastor answered.

"You're just saying that. You don't have to lie, I know it tastes awful," Anna said.

"No, I'm serious," Alastor chided. "This is a best I've had, since my mother's. But, second best at that." Anna felt her heart began to skip a beat. This is the first time someone complimented on her cooking. She couldn't help but feel happy.

"Well, I'm glad you like it," Anna replied, happily.

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prince-eon · 4 years

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• We’ll Figure It Out • ➥ h. hotel

[ Husk / Reader ]

I made this on a whim because why the fuck not. First story published, not first time writing. GLHF, never written for Husk before but it’s an adventure we can experience together. Also, yes, this was based off of “The Stray” comic by Disteal.

— TL;DR : Some soft Husk shit. The server is a sin. Not really used to writing Husk sorry. Based off of “The Stray”

Pre-Warnings: Just some slight angst with some fluff in it ; a tiny smidge of self-loathing ; more of a platonic thing but if you squint you can see the intimacy

God damn was it fucking freezing. Who knew that Hell would have such blistering winters, then again, it was hell so what the fuck did you expect? The weather here was nothing short of imperfection, choosing to be either sweltering hot or a blistering cold. Even if there were good days, they were short in stock as this place did its best to live up to its name.

Tonight, as you’ve noticed by your numb hands and probably already frozen face, it was freezing tonight, and it just so happened that you were walking home. Today was your birthday, and you had just spent the entire day out alone drinking away your sorrows and passing out at the docks of Lake Wendigo. It wasn’t your brightest idea to go outside in this weather, especially with such a thin sweater on, but it also wasn’t the worst thing you’ve done.

You walked on, staring down at your phone as you message Rosie on what your next job would be for tomorrow. All week you’ve had nothing assigned for you to do and you were tired of sitting around. It made you anxious and adding that on top of the growing pile of depression of your birthday just made you feel all the worse.

Hey mother

When’s the haul coming in?

Read

You frowned at the ‘read’ underneath your message. A cloud of white left your lips when you sighed in frustration. Why hasn’t she replied yet? You’re sure you’ve taught her enough on how to use a phone, that and she was a fast learner, so there was no way she’d have trouble texting you back. A frown settled onto your face as you looked up to see the hotel.

This place was the bane of your existence, ever since Rosie sent you off to help Radio-bitch out to repay a favor. That was a month ago, and you were dreading every single second of it. The group of people that helped run this place or participated in the project behind it were complete morons. They were all so neurotic with their actions. It all made you feel awkward and out of place, so much so that you paused when you made it to the door, not moving an inch to reach out and grasp the handle to open it.

You stared holes into the brass piece, taking a glance behind you and questioning on whether you wanted to leave while you still could. It seemed so enticing to leave, go back to Rosie and forget like this place ever existed, back to your regular, daily, miserable life. You stared out down the walkway, going to take a step forward. That was until the doors opened to reveal a tall, skinny bitch.

“Well, look who decided to show up!” Alastor chirped from the doorway, smile ever present, “Come on in, my dear, tonight is a deathly cold night and you must be freezing!” He stepped forward, putting a hand to your back as he pushed you inside and closed the door. The warm air instantly met your skin, and it was only then that you realized just how cold you were.

“Ah, yeah..” You mumbled out, shoving your phone and hands inside your sweater’s pockets to help warm them up. You followed Alastor into the dining area to find everyone already gathered around the table. The atmosphere surrounding them was filled with a warmness that had you pausing in the doorway as Alastor walked back into the kitchen. Almost everyone had a smile on their face, seeming so casual and enjoying each other’s presence while you stood afar. You watched them all move with such up-beat energy that you nearly jumped out of your skin when Charlie shot up out of her seat and called out to you with a wide grin on her face.

“You’re late!” She exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to the chair next to hers.

“Sorry, work kept me late.” You explained weakly, falling into your seat when Charlie pushed you to sit with a bit of force behind her action that had you lose your breath.

“That’s fine, Alastor just finished cooking anyway!” Charlie exclaimed, sitting down and smiling eagerly at you with an almost childlike glow to it, “He made your favorite!”

“Y-yeah… I see that.” You smiled awkwardly, looking away and watching as Niffty zoomed out of the kitchen with a large plate of food, one that you recognized so easily as the one your mother used to make when you were but a child. You watched as everyone reached out and started to serve themselves while Niffty kept zooming back and forth between the dining room and kitchen.

You stared out over the crowd, noticing that Vaggie and Angel were having their usual spat, yelling at each other about god knows what this time. Crymini had her feet on the table, leaning back in her chair as she stared down at her lap at the phone in her hand. She occasionally looked up to laugh at Razzle and Dazzle’s antics, who were currently messing with Baxter and getting such easy entertainment off his easy reactions (which involved a lot of screeching). Husk sat across from you, nursing from a bottle of tequila as he watched Vaggie get more heated by the second from Angel’s nonchalance. You briefly wondered if Charlie was ever going to step in, but it seemed that tonight she could care less as she involved herself in a deep conversation with Mimzy.

Upon all this chaos, you slowly dropped the smile on your face, a scowl replacing it as you stared down at the plate before you. You grimaced, the alcohol from earlier making your stomach twist at the thought of food. You shook your head, making it ache from the sudden movement as you moved your chair back to stand up. You moved to walk around the table, heading towards the door and tuning out the loud banter in the room. No one but Mimzy noticed, and when she called out to you, everyone stopped what they were doing for a short moment to look at you.

“Hey! Where you going? You just got here and you’re leaving already?” She questioned, crossing her arms.

You paused in the doorway, glancing back at them, “I’m just gonna make a quick call. I’ll be back in a jiffy, don’t worry.” You explained, turning around and jumping back a bit when you almost ran into Alastor. You looked up at him, noticing the way he tilted his head in confusion down at you as he held another plate of your favorite meal. You said nothing other than an apology, moving your gaze to the ground as you stepped aside and continued your stroll to the exit. Not once did you ever notice the pair of eyes watching you.

You stepped back out into the cold, immediately feeling the cold hit your face. Your whole body shivered in response to the chill air of the night. It had you crossing your arms subconsciously in an attempt to save what little body heat you had. You looked around at your surroundings, checking to see if there were any unwanted presence around you. Last time you hadn’t checked the surrounding area of the hotel, a zeppelin blowed a hole into the entrance.

Shivering at the memory of bitch mc-gee’s show of power, you turned and began strolling around the building. You stared up at it and took in all its glory, every crevice, every detail. The place looked like it went through three hurricanes and back, or like dog shit. In simpler words, it looked run-down and awful, but you were sure that the twizzler would get it back up and running. If Rosie taught you anything, it was that when it came to Alastor, he could do some damn impressive things in his achieving ‘entertainment’ in his own means.

You scoffed at the thought. Never will you understand the fondness your dear Rosie had for the maniac. You rubbed your temples, trying to soothe the aching in your head, but it proved to be fruitless. Groaning in discomfort, you decided to focus ahead of you and where you were heading. The tall shadows casted by the hotel left little to see, but it was no issue to you when you finally reached the back alley.

The back of the hotel was your favorite hot spot and hide away to get away from everyone. It was your haven from the loud sounds of laughter and yelling provided from the patrons in there. Out here, you had the freedom to do whatever you wanted away from the scrutinizing eye of others. It was also a place to get your smoke on without having radio shack yell at you. Now that you think about it, having a quick smoke before heading back inside didn’t sound so bad, so without second thought you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the box of cigars you had along with your lighter.

You walked up to the brick wall of the hotel, leaning against it next to the back-exit while you pulled out a stick and lit the end of it. When it started smoking, you took a long drag out of it before pulling back and blowing a white cloud of smoke into the air. You watched it swirl and dance around for a moment, almost memorized by the way the cloud moved. It was only when the cloud of white disappeared that you allowed yourself to pull your phone out, opening messages and instantly tapping on Rosie’s name.

You huffed in annoyance as you noticed she had yet to message you back, “God fucking dammit…” You cursed under your breath, letting yourself fall ass-first to the ground in frustration. You leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes and breathing deeply to control your anger before you ended up punching a hole into the brick wall. You sat up again, pulling your phone up and starting to type a message to once more ask Rosie what she had wanted you to do. Not once did you notice the door open, nor the heavy footsteps coming closer to you until they called out to you.

“Hey, kid.” A deep and husky voice spoke.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, letting a few curses slip out as you almost dropped your phone. You snapped your head up, ready to cuss whoever decided to startle you out, but instead surprise replaced your anger as you saw the last person you’d expect to see out here. “Husk? What are you doing out here? Head back inside man, I’ll be done in a sec.”

He shrugged, bringing the bottle of tequila up to his lips, “Just getting some air.” Is all he said before taking a swig, throwing his head back and downing almost half the bottle in an instant.

“Oh.” Is all you said as you watched him drink before turning back to stare down at your screen.

Husk pulled the bottle back down, glancing down at you. He furrowed his brows at the look on your face as you typed out a message to whoever it was you were so focused on texting. He looked away to the bottle in his hand, taking small glances between you and his drink, wondering if whether he should even offer you a sip. He glanced back down to you, watching you smash your fingers onto the bright screen in frustration. He let out a sigh, taking a few steps towards you before plopping down adjacent to you.

You looked up, narrowing your eyes in suspicion of his actions, a small hint of confusion bubbled in the back of your mind. You opened your mouth, ready to tell him off, but he beat you to it by raising the bottle of tequila in offering to you, “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.” He spoke.

You stared at him in surprise. It was known around the hotel staff that if there was one thing Husk would not separate from, it was his liquor. So, of course it was a shocker when he offered you that bottle. You closed your mouth, not saying anything or even daring to move, and that seemed to make him anxious. Husk thought he’d maybe made the wrong move, seeing as how you didn’t move or reply. He had half the mind to take back what he said, swallowing a pool of saliva in nervousness and opening his mouth to prepare to fix the awkward situation before it got worse. However, there was no need as you raised your hand and grasped the bottle, taking it from him.

“Thanks…” you replied, staring down at the bottle before taking a small sip and handing it back over to him. You tensed when your fingers brushed, feeling a pit of anxiety settle in your gut. You ignored it, however, and continued to stare down at your phone to read through what you’ve already typed down. A scowl formed on your face as you scrolled up to read through previous messages Rosie had sent your over the past month. Whether it was her telling you to listen to Alastor or to be good or to just wait for her instructions, it all had you huffing in anger.

A cold breeze passed through, making you shiver and hug yourself to savor body heat. You let out a sigh, leaning your head back to close your eyes again. The ambience of the area around the hotel filled your ears along with the occasional sound of liquid being jostled around inside a glass bottle. It was then that you realized the cat was still here. You furrowed your brows, suddenly not liking the silence that filled the air between you and Husk. It was thick with awkwardness, and it left you anxious in its wake.

“…it—” you started, glancing up at the cat demon next to you, “It’s just a bit too loud inside… and weird… I’m not really used to such a lively atmosphere, so…” You trailed off, turning your head away from him to avoid meeting his gaze, not that he cared. He didn’t even bother to look down at you, all he did was take a couple more swigs from his bottle while staring up at the dim pentagram in the dark red sky before speaking, “It’s okay, kid. You don’t have to explain yourself to me… I understand.”

Your face twisted in a slight grimace, “Yeah, it’s just really not my thing…”

Husk sighed in slight annoyance but dared not to say anything. Instead, he only shrugged as he looked down at the bottle in his hand. “I get it.” He replied, swirling the alcohol around in boredom.

You frowned, brows furrowing in frustration as you stared at the ground in irritation. A beat of silence settled between the both of you before you squared your shoulders, sitting straight and looking up at the cat in irritation. “See, I don’t think you do. I don’t think we’re really on the same page here.” You spat. You stood up, moving away from him and glaring out around the surrounding area. You took deep breaths in an attempt to control your anger. But it proved to be futile as when you turned around to glare at him, the look on his face that told you he could care less had your blood boiling.

“You all just go on doing all this stupid, kumbaya shit without a care in the world of the consequences.” You started, “You all have this sense of freedom within the hotel, a place that you all seem to call home with no trouble in doing so.” Your teeth were grit in disgust, the anger was building on your shoulders and you tried to keep it contained, but the bucket was overflowing, and it all spilled out and came undone.

“You all have it so easy, don’t you?! You get to walk around here without feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders! Well, I ain’t ever had that shit Husk! People like ME in my situation, in MY line of work are on a one-way conveyor belt to being screwed over and being complete fuck-ups!”

Your hands hurt from how tightly they were clenched. You could feel your claws digging into your flesh and spilling your blood in them. Anger and frustration were coursing through your veins as you had finally cracked under the pressure and stress of the month. The drawer was open, and you could do nothing but release all this pent-up stress by yelling at him. You didn’t know why you were doing it, especially to him out of all people, but all you wanted to do in that moment was to just be angry. And you wanted him to be angry back at you. You wanted him to fight, to yell, to scream at you and smash the bottle over your damn head for even having the gall to say such things in his face. But all he did was just look up at you with this disinterested look that pissed you off even more.

“We don’t GET big, happy, family stuff man! All we do is get moved around until our owners have an excuse to shoot us down!” You cried out in rancor, feeling tears starting to blur your vision as the water works finally unleashed themselves. You raised a hand, making sloppy work of trying to wipe them away. “All this, and you all just— fuckin— wanna make that all better and fix it like it’ll all go away…”

Your hand dropped, the cold air numbing your face even more as the hot tears continued to pour. You clenched your hands tightly and stared down into the ground with a look of distaste, “Don’t patronize me…” You mumbled out tiredly, “I’m not stupid, y’know. I know what cards I got dealt…” You crossed your arms, hugging yourself tightly, “…I know exactly how this will all play out in the end…”

Nothing was said when you finished, your rant was met with nothing but silence. You scowled, keeping your gaze on the ground and dared not to look up. If only you did, you would have seen Husk stare up at you in disbelief at the end of your spiel. Not once did he think that you'd crack under any of their presence, especially with him, and especially with how collected you always appeared to be. Your words were harsh, and to be honest it kind of pissed him off on how much you assumed that they all had better lives. True, here at the hotel everyone had a chance to let loose and be themselves just a bit more than they could out there. But despite that, he didn't let your assumptions or outburst get to him. All he did was huff in in nonchalance, moving to stand while taking another swig of his drink.

You said nothing, only listening patiently to what Husk would do next. When he finally started moving, you flinched as you heard his heavy footfalls, each step had you dreading what would come next. You were almost afraid of him, your whole-body trembling when you noticed that he stopped just short of you. Not once did you dare look up at him, not wanting to see the look on his face after you just practically screeched him out. So, imagine your surprise when he lowered the bottle from his mouth, not to strike you with, but to speak words that had you tearing up again in an instant.

“I know exactly how you feel, kid.” He started slowly, “I mean, was just like you when I was younger.” You snapped your head up, staring up at him with an incredulous look on your face.. You opened your mouth to say something, but he beat you to it.

“I get it, y’know? I get that it seems like the world is out to trip you at every step. I get the anger when some random, unfair bullshit puts you back at square one.” He takes a quick gulp of his drink, staring up at the sky when he brought the bottle down, “I know how it feels when you think you gotta turn your back on the world, the thought that it can’t hurt you if you push it away.”

He turned his gaze down to you, a look in his eye that made you want to do nothing but cry right there and then for the rest of the night. He furrowed his brows at the tears rolling down your cheeks, “I also know you’re too young to survive that. Fighting the universe will kill you before it kills itself.”

He reached up a hand, going to wipe away a tear before you snapped your head away from his touch. You crossed your arms again as you glared daggers into the ground. “Why are you telling me this, man?!” You cried out in exasperation.

Husk huffed, shaking his head before turning back to you, “’Cause the worlds a shithole.” He started, “It’s hard and I can’t do anything to change that.” He raised his hand again, cupping your cheek and making you look up at him as he wiped away a tear. “But believe me when I say it’s harder when you’re fighting alone.”

He dropped his hand, turning around to face the door as if he were about to walk away, “You want me to leave, kid? I’ll leave. But I’m here offering you a hand…” He glanced back, “You give me the word, let me know you’re not ready to give up on us yet…”

“Do that, and you never have to be alone again.”

You said nothing, only staring at him and drowning in those warm pools that made up his eyes. There was something about them that just had you tearing up again. You couldn’t pull away, seeming in a trance and lost in the comfort they provided you. Your chest ached, and your heart throbbed at the way he seemed to look at you at that moment, and it wasn’t until you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket that you looked away.

You pulled out your phone, opening it up and watching the three dots float up onto the bottom of the screen, indicating that Rosie was finally replying to you.

May I need to remind you that you are not needed tomorrow either?

You are such a busy bee.

Take some time for yourself.

Her messages had you deflate a bit. You almost threw your phone down in anger if it wasn’t for the next one she sent. You stared at your screen, watching the white text bubble pop up at the bottom of the screen.

Also, happy birthday love <3

A choked sob left your mouth. The tears by now were waterfalls and were spilling down onto the screen of your phone and even down to the pavement below. You tried to wipe them away, having a hard time to see what was in front of you, but it proved futile as they only continued to pour. By now, you were a crying mess, the sorrow enveloping your mind along with the tears in your eyes making you blind to Husk’s movement. He walked over to you, stopping when he reached your side. He wasn’t sure what to do, raising his hand and lowering it multiple times while you sobbed an ugly mess. Husk only made a move when you finally collapsed to the ground knees first.

He rubbed the back of his neck, moving to kneel next to you. He opened a wing and wrapped it around you before pulling you close. You immediately caved into his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing your mess of a face into his shoulder. He was startled at how easily you latched onto him and allowed your defenses to lower. You always had your walls up, never letting them down around others save for Rosie. But even then, it was rare you’d ever lose your composure. You were this stone-faced demon, almost relentless towards others, but in this very moment you were nothing but a young, small, feeble creature who was just as scared as the others in this damned place.

Husk couldn’t help but feel something nudge against his heart strings. He had this unrelenting force build up inside of him, something that wanted to keep you safe from all the bad things this world had to offer. He didn’t know why he felt that or what came over him, all he knew was that he never wanted to see you so distraught, so broken, ever again. It was that thought that had him wrapping an arm around you, giving you a few pats on your back and wincing when it seemed to make you cry harder.

He felt so uncomfortable in doing that, as if it had been decades since he had last comforted a crying person (which it had), but he made an effort to drown those feelings of discomfort and let you sob into his shoulder. You both stayed like that, your arms around his neck with your face buried into the surprisingly soft fur of his shoulder. His arms and wings wrapped around you in some form of comfort along with some protection against the cold. It was a while before you finally calmed down, enough to mumble out three simple words that would change your life.

“…I need help…” you mumbled out.

Husk huffed, tightening his hold on you in some form of comfort as if letting you know that he’s there, and that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Don’t worry, kid… we’ll figure it out… together.”

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hazbinhoteltheories · 4 years

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Do you think video games exist in Hell if so who of the main characters would play them & what type of video games would they play

I can’t see a reason why there wouldn’t be video games in Hell. Especially since other forms of entertainment, like TV shows, have already been established. And I think some of the misfits would be really into video games and others not so much.

As for what kind of video games each one would play, or if they would at all, that would be going more into headcanon territory than speculation but I love me some headcanons so let’s go.

Those that would.

Charlie: I think Charlie would be fascinated with video games, specifically if she got her hands on any that came from Earth. The girl was born and raised in hell, so I’m not sure if she’s ever gotten to see what Earth is like. Anything that can give her and insight into the world most of her people come from, all the different places there are, what they look like, what their cultures are like what people’s lives are like, what stories they have, she would just eat up. And especially with Vaggie by her side to tell her everything she wants to know about them, she would play as many of Earth’s video games as she can. But her absolute favorites would be anything by Disney and anything with something cute in it. Like the Kirby games and Animal Crossing.

Vaggie: I think Vaggie would like video games that have a good story, a unique art style, and clever world-building. Especially if they had a gothic style. Think Alice Into the Madness or Hollow Kight. She would also really like Batman Arkham Asylum, Arkham City and Arkham night.

Angel Dust: Not many expect it, due to him being from the forties, but Angel actually finds video games to be a lot of fun and he plays them with Cherri all the time. He’s a little embarrassed to admit he only had a vague idea of what video games were until Chrerri introduced them to him properly. Before then, he just thought they were a kind of kids toy. But he’s very much acquainted with them now. He would like Bendy and the Ink Machine, because of the dark twist to the kind of cartoons he used to watch as a kid, and Cuphead would make him feel nice and nostalgic. He wishes there was a gay version of Huniepop or a less innocent version of Dream Daddy. If those exist um, he won’t be very productive for a while. Let’s just say that.

Cherri: Girl is from the eighties. Video games were the best thing ever to her, back in the day. She still owns an NES and an Atari 2600, which she guards with her life, but she’s kept up to date with everything video game-related since her death. Now, she owns loads of consoles and has played hundreds of games. If she had to pick a favorite type of game, she would go with classic beat em up style type of games. One of the things she and Angie do the most when they hang out at her place is play a ton of multiplayer fighting games. Their favorite is Skullgirls and seeing Peacock and Parasoul duking it out is a common sight on Cherri’s screen, as they are Cherri and Angel’s main PCs. Cherri is also on this sort of journey to play all the NES and Atari games she didn’t get the chance to play because of her death and often, she takes Angel along for the ride. They played ET the Extra-Terrestrial once. They burnt it.

Nifty: Nifty would be ADDICTED to dating games. Obsessed wouldn’t even be the word.

Crymini. Girl is a hardcore gamer. She be teabagging noobs in Call of Duty every day. It would be hard for her to pick a favorite genre or a favorite game because she plays everything except games that are “for pussys” even though she secretly plays Minecraft and would tear someone’s throat out before she admitted it but she loves action and survival games. Left For Dead, The Last of Us, GTA, Red Dead Redemption, the Borderlands series, Resident Evil, Assassins Creed. The list goes on and on because her collection is quite impressive. She’ll also go to arcades sometimes out of nostalgia. She’s destroyed everyone’s high scores in the one she goes to. Baxter: Workaholic Baxter would probably never allow himself the time to play video games and even if he did, he’d probably thinking of other things he could be doing with his time. Not necessarily work-related things, but things he simply enjoys more. But I can still imagine him having one exception. I think Baxter could be one of those people who own a Nintendo DS simply to play brain training games. I think those would help him unwind.Those who wouldn’t;

Alastor: Its canon Alastor doesn’t understand modern technology at all. So he would probably just be utterly confused if you gave him a game console. He might enjoy watching other people play video games though. Specifically horror games. He would find them amusing.

Husk: Doesn’t give a fuck about video games. He sees them as “kids stuff."

Sir Pentious: I think Sir Pentious would be more interested in how video game consoles work than video games themselves. He believes it’s important to stay up to date with the technology of the modern world. But he doesn’t have time to waste on such "mindless entertainment.” as video games. Hell isn’t going to take over itself. Mimzy: Doesn’t like them all. She’s still mad at video games in general over Guitar Hero. Every time one of those games was released, her neighbors would be playing on those plastic instruments and blast rock music for months. Which she hates. She would honestly beat the shit out of whoever created Guitar Hero if she met them in real life.

Katie Killjoy: Isn’t in the least bit interested in video games but she is glad that they exist. She’s made a lot of money from demonizing their existence.

Tom Trench. Understands them as well as Trump understands equality. He can’t wrap his head around them at all.

Yet despite all that, I can still picture Charlie and all her squad all trying to destroy each other in multiplayer games. Like Super Smash Bros, TF2, Overwatch and the game with the finishing moves they half wish they could enact on each other in real life, Mortal Combat. Like, this would be a regular thing they’d do together and it would always get super competitive and out of hand. It might even get the ones who don’t play video games that often to start playing them out of sheer determination to beat the good ones and get to be the smug ones for once. It would be oh so satisfying to beat them at their own game, literally. Although, didn’t Vivzie say that if Alastor thinks he’s losing at a game, he’ll take over it Jumanji style to make sure he wins? Yeah, I don’t think these would end well.

#hazbin hotel #charlie #vaggie #angel dust #cherri bomb #nifty #crymini #baxter #alastor #husk #sir pentious #mimzy #katie killjoy #Tom Trench

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 37

Meanwhile, Angel sat in his cage struggling against his straitjacket, hoping and praying he could find some flaw in its design that he could take advantage of to escape. But no matter what he tried, Angel could not break free from his restraints.

Angel finally leaned back against the bars of the cage and let out a deep sigh. He didn’t notice the red smoke seep under the emergency exit door and push it open from the other side.

“Fuck,” Angel muttered to himself. “Vaggie, please hold on. I hope you’re doing okay…”

“I’d be more worried about what I’m going to do to you once we get back to the studio, Angel Cakes,” an all-too-familiar voice interrupted.

Angel felt his heart stop as he turned his head towards the source of the voice.

To his terror, Angel saw Valentino walking towards him and swinging the keys with his driver and bodyguard following behind him.

“Val?!” Angel yelled in terror and surprise.

“You thought I would let Alastor take you away from me?” Valentino replied with a scoff. “You know better than to underestimate me, dear.”

Angel felt his heart drop into his feet as Valentino approached his cage.

“But I thought…” Angel said at almost a whisper.

Valentino leaned against the cage door, flicked his tongue over his teeth, and said with a wide grin, “That’s a sexy look for you, Angel Cakes. A straitjacket really suits you, especially considering your behavior lately. When we get back to the studio, we will have lots of new films with you in that straitjacket.”

Valentino stuck one key in the keyhole and attempted to unlock the cage. When that didn’t work, he tried the other one and got the door open.

Angel shook himself out of his fearful stupor and stammered, “I…I can’t go back with you.”

Valentino grabbed Angel’s cheeks and squeezed hard while snarling, “Do you think you have a damn choice!”

“You lost the auction and my soul!” Angel said through Valentino’s grip.

“Our contract still remains, Angie,” Valentino said, yanking off Angel’s muzzle with one hand and holding him dangling above the ground with the other. “Only Lucifer himself could break it. Overlord or not, Alastor cannot get in the way of that.”

Then without a word, Valentino dropped Angel on the ground with a thud.

Valentino then stepped back, tossed the keys to his bodyguard, and motioned for his servants, “Get him into the limo and make sure he doesn’t scream that much.”

Angel coughed out loud as he tried to get himself off the floor. He knew this moment would come. He had been avoiding work and Val for a few weeks before this. Vaggie was right. Angel had changed and Valentino and his bullshit were something he didn’t want to be a part of anymore. Angel knew he had to speak up now. No matter what the consequences were.

So, as the two henchmen were sitting Angel up and unlocking the shackles on his feet, Angel looked at Valentino determinedly and said, “No, Val! I’m not gonna…”

“You’re not to speak, Angie,” Valentino interrupted.

One of the henchmen shoved a thick ball of cloth into Angel’s mouth and tied the gag around his face.

Angel shook his head desperately trying to get the gag out of his mouth while the other henchman finished removing the shackles from Angel’s feet.

“Walk Angel to the car,” Valentino instructed as the henchmen got Angel to his feet. “And be quick about…HEY!”

Angel took his chance. As soon as the shackles were unlocked and he was on his feet, he bolted across the room and away from Valentino and his henchmen. He ran down the hallway towards the ballroom, hoping to get Alastor's attention.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the hallway, Molly and Vaggie burst out of the room with the tentacles and shut and locked the door behind them. They leaned against the wall for a moment, panting for breath. Their clothes were ripped, and their hair was disheveled, but besides that, they had emerged unscathed. They had made it.

“You okay, toots?” Molly asked with an exhausted smile.

“Yeah,” Vaggie replied with an exhausted smile of her own. “Thanks. I owe you one.”

“It’s nothin’,” Molly replied. “I know what it’s like to be pushed around by men with large egos. I’m always glad to help another girl out. But I’d be lyin’ to say I couldn’t use your help with Angel. I know this is risky, but we have to get him out of here…”

Vaggie held up her hand and said, “You don’t need to ask. I’ll do it.”

Molly replied with a smile briefly before they heard running from the other side of the hallway.

Before Vaggie and Molly even had much time to think about what they had just heard, they turned around to see Angel running in a straitjacket and moaning into a gag.

Upon seeing his sister and his friend, Angel stopped in his tracks and gave out a “Mmph?!” of surprise.

The trio spent a second looking at each other in surprise before Molly noticed the smoke behind Angel’s head, grabbed Vaggie’s hand, and made them both disappear.

“Angel, get over here! It’s behind you,” Molly cried as quietly as she could while Vaggie took a moment to be surprised at her newly invisible state.

“Mmph!” Angel moaned in agreement.

Angel ran forward to reach Vaggie and his sister, but unfortunately, Valentino’s smoke grabbed Angel by his hair and dragged him back into the prop room.

The smoke pulled Angel back to Valentino who promptly slapped him across the face.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” Valentino snarled before picking up Angel by his hair. “What do you think Alastor would do to you or me if he saw you in the ballroom?! You should be thanking me, you stupid slut! I’m getting you out of this dump and back in my bed where you belong! Besides, from what I remember, you hate your family.”

Valentino then dropped Angel on the ground again and began dragging him to the limo by the collar of his straitjacket while his henchmen followed behind.

The henchmen opened the door while Valentino unceremoniously dragged Angel out to the cobblestoned parking lot. One henchman bolted to the limo at the other side of the lot while the other one walked behind Angel and Valentino.

Angel, desperately angry and desperate to buy time for Molly and Vaggie, finally managed to spit out the cloth in his mouth and yelled, “I hate you more!”

Valentino scoffed and said, “When we get back to the studio, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for months.”

Seeing that that didn't make Valentino stop his gait, Angel quickly thought of another insult, "Yeah, right. You can't even satisfy that TV boyfriend of yours."

Valentino finally stopped in his tracks, and Angel braced himself for the beating he thought was coming as he heard the limo pull up in front of them.

But instead, Valentino dropped Angel onto the ground with a scoff and said, “I know what you’re trying to do, darling, and it won’t work.”

The bodyguard stuffed the gag back into Angel’s mouth and tightened the knot around Angel’s head.

Valentino effortlessly picked Angel up, held him in front of his face, and said, “What is the matter with you, Angie? You should be thrilled. You get to go back home with me where you belong, away from the nasty people who made your life so miserable. You don’t need to worry. Despite everything you put me through, I plan on treating you well and keeping you safely tucked away until all this drama blows over.”

The bodyguard opened the door to the limo. Angel then felt a slight breeze behind him as if someone dashed into the car behind him and briefly glanced behind him.

Valentino sighed sadly and said, “Honestly, Angie, I don’t know what has gotten into you lately. Has that princess been putting redeeming ideas into your head? Is that why you have been avoiding me, my calls, and my texts? You were never this defiant before. It’s like you’ve forgotten how good I’ve been to you. Can’t we all just go home and forget this never happened?”

Angel breathed into his gag and allowed himself to do something he had never done during his entire stay in hell. Angel allowed himself to glare defiantly straight into Valentino’s eyes.

That look told Valentino everything he needed to know.

Valentino sighed deeply and tossed Angel onto the floor of the limo. Valentino climbed in and shut the door, and the limo began speeding away from the house.

Angel groaned into his gag as he helplessly felt the car moving under him.

Meanwhile, Valentino crawled over to the window between the back seat and the front seat and knocked on the window.

The window quickly rolled down and one of the henchmen handed Valentino a syringe filled with an unknown liquid.

Valentino uncovered the syringe and prepared it for injection.

Upon seeing the syringe, Angel began desperately kicking his legs to keep Valentino away.

Valentino tried to navigate between the legs, but the kicking kept him back.

“I am sick and tired of your bullshit, Angel!” Valentino growled.

“Ffffmmmph mmmmmmph!!!” Angel snarled back through his gag.

Valentino finally jumped on top of Angel, using his second pair of arms to pin Angel’s kicking legs down.

Angel tried to shake Valentino off, but the moth demon laid on top of Angel and finally managed to inject the serum into Angel’s neck.

“Mmrph!” Angel moaned into his gag as he felt his senses fading.

“There, that’s better, Valentino said, recovering the syringe and stuffing it into the pocket of his coat. “Now, we can both relax.”

Valentino then climbed off Angel, placed the helpless spider demon’s head into his lap, and began stroking it while telling him all the wonderful plans he had waiting for him once they got home.

“Oh, Angel, you won’t have to worry about anything. I’ll keep you locked away in your dressing room for the next 100 years. I’ll put a TV in there and one of those handheld gaming things that Vox always talks about. You won’t even miss going outside…”

Angel blinked his eyes, slowly losing movement of his limbs.

Molly and Vaggie sat near the door of the limo invisibly and helplessly. They wanted to act, but they knew that they couldn’t move until they were farther away from Alastor’s house. So, they sat there and prayed for a miracle as the car drove on.

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Hazbin Hotel: Satan’s Plan Part 17

Back at the hotel, Vaggie was pacing nervously around the hotel lobby waiting for Charlie running over all the paranoid scenarios in her head of what had happened to her. She didn’t even notice when Angel walked past her with Fat Nuggets following behind him.

“Hey, toots,” Angel greeted.

Vaggie, completely lost in thought, did not respond.

Angel stopped in his tracks in surprise. Vaggie usually insulted him whenever she saw him. This wasn’t normal.

“Vaggie?” Angel asked. “Vaggie?”

Vaggie still didn’t respond, so Angel turned away with a shrug and sat himself at the bar in the back of the hotel to see Husk cleaning out a glass.

“Hey, handsome,” Angel said a flirtatious smile as he leaned towards him.

“Go fuck yourself,” Husk replied without missing a beat.

“Aw, why you gotta be like that?” Angel asked. “I just wanted to ask if you knew what was going on with Vaggie.”

Husk looked up to see Vaggie pace by and said, “No idea. She’s been pacing like that for the last hour.”

“That’s weird,” Angel replied. “Is Charlie back yet?”

“Nope,” Nifty replied popping up out of nowhere to wipe down the top of the bar before moving on to Husk’s side of the counter. “Charlie has been gone for 53 minutes and 26 seconds. Vaggie’s been pacing for just as long. She must be worried sick. Poor thing.”

“Whatever,” Husk said. “As long as she ain’t botherin’ me, I’m happy.”

“I’m not,” Angel said anxiously picking up Fat Nuggets and placing him on his lap. “Oh, God. I’m starting to get worried, too. Maybe I should have gone with her…”

“Gone with who?!” rang out the familiar voice of the Radio Demon.

Everyone turned around to see Alastor inexplicably standing in the lobby without anyone even having noticed him enter the hotel.

Vaggie stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw him.

“Oh, Alastor, Charlie’s with Sir Pentious,” Nifty answered as she scuttled over to Alastor’s side. “King Lucifer broke the elevator, and Sir Pentious fixed it. But we still needed an elevator box, so Charlie went with Sir Pentious to pick up a new one.”

Alastor froze in place blinking for a second in shock before he replied, “What?”

“It’s true,” Vaggie said. “Charlie went with Sir Pentious to go pick up the elevator and they haven’t come back yet.”

“What?” Alastor said as his features contorted in confusion without his smile disappearing. “But why in the world would she ask for that pompous snake’s help?”

“Sir Pentious is a new patient,” Vaggie said causing Alastor’s expression to fall in surprise again without his smile fading. “He checked in yesterday.”

“You’re not serious,” Alastor replied.

“Unfortunately, I am,” Vaggie said.

Alastor looked at Vaggie and walked towards her saying, “So, you mean to tell me that Charlie checked in that disgusting little serpent without consulting me?”

Vaggie, not intimidated at all by the gesture, replied, “The last time I checked, that wasn’t up to you. That was up to Charlie.”

“Well, all the same, I should have been notified,” Alastor said tapping Vaggie on the nose with his index finger to irritate her and heading towards the door before Vaggie could strike back. “Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to find Charlie and discuss this matter immediate-…SMACK!”

The door swung open hitting Alastor in the face and knocking him back against the wall behind the door before he teleported himself to the top of the door and sat there silently rubbing his bruised head.

“Hey, guys!” Toulouse said merrily running in as a large group of Egg Bois carried the elevator box into the lobby followed by Charlie, Sir Pentious, and Delilah. “We’re back with the elevator!”

“Where do we go?” Austen asked from under the elevator. “This elevator is really heavy!”

“Oh, my goodness!” Nifty said scuttling to the head of the group. “Right this way, boys! I know exactly where to go! We need to head to the basement! Follow me!”

Nifty merrily scuttled ahead as the Egg Bois ran behind to follow her while the other occupants of the hotel stood there all feeling absolutely dumbfounded except for Vaggie.

“Charlie!” Vaggie called out as she ran into her girlfriend’s arms. “Are you alright? I was so worried.”

“Oh, yeah,” Charlie said gesturing towards Delilah. “I’m fine. Look, Vaggie. It’s Delilah.”

“Nice to see you again,” Delilah said with a head nod as Sir Pentious slithered past them into the lobby.

“Nice to see you, too,” Vaggie said before remembering what Alastor said and turning back to Charlie. “Oh, yeah. Charlie, Alastor wanted to talk to you about you know who.”

“Oh, okay,” Charlie said. “Where is he?”

“Right here, dear,” Alastor said hopping down from his perch and pushing the door shut from behind. “Charlie, what do you mean by letting that snake in here without notifying me?”

“My apologies, Alastor,” Charlie said nervously before taking a deep breath to help herself sound firmer. “But while you were away, Sir Pentious came to the hotel to check in as a patient, so we decided to let him in as a new patient.”

“Charlie,” Alastor replied with a low, quiet voice to let her know he was serious. “Need I remind you that this snake tried to destroy your hotel only two days ago.”

“I’m right here, you inconsiderate kiss-ass,” Sir Pentious said crossing his arms and looking into Alastor’s eyes angrily. “And if you must know, I was targeting you and Angel Dust, not the hotel.”

“Well, you changed your mind rather quickly, Sir Pentious,” Alastor said with a suspicious smile. “Why might that be?”

“After your beating, I realized that trying to take over Hell was useless, so I wanted to do something else with my time instead,” Sir Pentious replied as confidently as he could muster having rehearsed this sentence in his head and out loud when alone for this very reason.

“And what led you to make such a drastic decision in such a short amount of time?” Alastor asked leaning his face uncomfortably close to Sir Pentious’.

Sir Pentious froze in distress. He had not planned on this question.

“Being a bit unfair, don’t you think?” Delilah asked.

Alastor turned his attention to Delilah who was standing confidently next to Charlie.

“Yeah,” Charlie said backing Delilah up. “Sir Pentious has made huge mistakes, but he has made a lot of progress in the past few days. He sold his territory back to my father. He has been kind to his minions. And, he’s even helping us out with elevator repairs.”

“Not to mention, he gave me a job,” Delilah said defensively.

“Oh,” Alastor said. “That is interesting. And young lady, who might you be?”

“I am no young woman,” Delilah replied with a flip of her short, black hair. “I am at least 3,000 years older than you. My name is Delilah.”

Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise as he said, “Delilah? The Delilah? Why, there’s no way you could possibly be that prostitute from the biblical book of Judges.”

“The very one,” Delilah replied with a sigh. “And you’re the Radio Demon?”

“Why, yes,” Alastor said narrowing his eyes at her. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. It is not often that I get to meet one of the few ancient survivors. What are you doing here if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Alastor, Delilah used to be my nanny,” Charlie replied trying to cut the awkward tension if only by a little bit. “She will be taking care of Sir Pentious’ house while he’s away.”

“Oh, well, isn’t that nice of you?” Alastor retorted somewhat sarcastically. “Will you be staying at the hotel, too?”

“I’ll be visiting,” Delilah replied leering confidently. “As often as Charlie wants. And hopefully, more.”

“Alastor,” Charlie said firmly. “Delilah is my friend. She can be here as much as she wants. Sir Pentious can too, so I’d appreciate it if you would stop trying to intimidate them. Right now.”

“Oh, well, in that case, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,” Alastor said completely changing his mood from threatening to welcoming as if the tension of the past few minutes had not happened.

“Thank you,” Sir Pentious said as he turned to Charlie and gestured with his head towards where the elevator was kept. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have work to do.”

Alastor allowed Sir Pentious, Vaggie, and Charlie to walk past, but he held his arm out in front of Delilah to prevent her from following behind them.

“Behave yourself, Sir Pentious,” Alastor said turning around and narrowing his eyes in a sinister manner. “I will be watching.”

“Whatever, stag,” Sir Pentious retorted with an eye roll.

Alastor waited until everyone had left before he turned back to Delilah with a gentler smile that Delilah responded to with an eye roll and crossed arms.

Delilah finally broke the silence.

“What is it?” Delilah asked.

Unbeknownst to both of them, Angel sat still with Fat Nuggets in his lap and began to listen. Husk appreciated the silence and indifferently went about his work.

“There is something that I’m curious about that I was hoping you could enlighten me on,” Alastor said leisurely leaning on his cane and continuing when Delilah’s expression didn’t change. “Tell me. Can you explain our king’s erratic behavior? I heard from some little birds that there is trouble in the castle.”

Without changing the expression on her face, Delilah scoffed and said, “His daughter has rebelled against him. Of course, Lucifer has been more moody than usual. Contrary to popular belief, our dark lord has mood swings that make him more unpredictable than any other demon in all of hell. That’s hardly newsworthy.”

“Oh, but I disagree,” Alastor retorted. “Our king’s actions have been more erratic and bizarre than usual. He is planning something that threatens to mix up the power balance of hell, and you and I both know what that something is.”

“What does that matter?” Delilah replied allowing her lips to twist into a smirk. “Even if I knew anything, I’m bound by necessity to not tell anyone. You’re wasting your time on me.”

Delilah tried walking past Alastor only for him to step in front of her and say, “I must insist. You do know who I am. Do you not?”

Delilah rolled her eyes and said, “Yes. Yet another ambitious mortal who sold his soul to Lucifer or whoever else in exchange for unimaginable power who’s looking for a way to cancel his debt and become the most powerful demon of this pit destined to be destroyed either by God or one of the other ancient fallen watchers for not knowing their place?”

Alastor paused for a moment as Delilah stared him down with her lips curled into a condescending smile.

“So, it is true what the Bible said about you,” Alastor said. “Your tongue is formidable enough to take down one of God’s judges. But you should know, despite the supernatural origins of our powers, I am no Samson.”

“No, you’re not,” Delilah said stepping around Alastor. “I trusted Samson.”

“Glad to see we see eye-to-eye,” Alastor said stepping in front of Delilah again. “All I want is you to do is answer a few simple questions, dear. I fail to see what the issue is. The king sold you, after forcing himself on you repeatedly from what I’ve heard and from what I’ve seen of the scratches on your back. You have no reason to stay loyal to him.”

“Are you always this charming, or did I catch you on a good day?” Delilah asked with a smirk.

“You can continue to play this game if you wish, but I warn you now,” Alastor said as he froze and static started flying around him. “I always outlast my opponents. It would be better for you to cooperate.”

“You’re telling me to cooperate?” Delilah asked completely unphased as she unleashed the claws on her hands. “Ha. That's rich, child. You think that just because you've managed to beat out some of the older kingpins you can intimidate me? I know who you are. I know what game you want to play and how that might possibly involve my Charlie. So, let me tell you something, honey. I've seen demons more powerful than you fall by the wayside. You'd be surprised to know how much it has happened in almost 3,000 years. You'd be even more surprised to know what hand I've had in making that happen at the right price. I know you aren't the type to feel aroused, but I can still find a weakness. Believe me. So, whatever the fuck you do, don’t hurt my Charlie or I might just expose that weakness and force you to be the next kingpin to watch his kingpin fall.”

“Oh, ho ho,” Alastor chuckled. “If you don’t want to tell me what I want to know, I suppose I will have to use force.”

“You and I both know that’s not going to happen,” Delilah said standing her ground and staring Alastor down. “First of all, Charlie would never trust you again. Second of all, I’m not as weak as I look. I’ve gathered the essence of many powerful demons over the years. I’m quite strong, probably stronger than Samson was, but unlike you, I don’t flaunt it.”

Alastor chuckled again and said, “Didn’t Sir Pentious tell you what happened the last time he crossed me? I destroyed his toy in one snap.”

Alastor snapped his finger summoning his tentacles from the floor around Delilah grabbing her limbs, holding her in place, and tightening their grip around her.

But to his surprise, Delilah chuckled and said, “I’ve dealt with worse.”

Delilah claws grew outwards instantly impaling the tentacles. Then, once they had their grip, the claws began glowing a silvery light and absorbing the tentacles surrounding them causing them to quickly wither as if they were grapes drying into raisins.

“What?!” Alastor shouted out in surprise as the claws absorbed the tentacles withered completely before his eyes.

As soon as the last of the withered tentacles let go, Delilah rubbed her belly and said, “Delicious.”

Alastor’s face fell in total shock and he asked, “How?”

Before Alastor could react anymore, Delilah allowed her claws to grow out until they impaled Alastor against the door. From the other side of the wall where the bar was in the lobby, Husk’s mouth fell open while Angel simply watched intently.

Alastor feebly regained his composure while Delilah stared him down with a sadistic smirk of her own.

“My dear, you are quite strong,” Alastor said with a chuckle that was stifled between coughs of blood. “I’ve never met another demon who could match me besides Lucifer. You are quite the treat. Please do tell me what you want to say. You have my attention.”

Delilah smiled and said, “I will have you know that I will kill to protect my Charlie if necessary. I could torture you until you’re begging to be exterminated so that you may be forced to rest for the fires of the Final Judgement, but that would hurt Charlie. She's moved my heart so much. I think God wants me to give her the chance to move yours. So, what do you say? Shall I let you continue to serve my Charlie without worrying about you trying to harm her or shall I continue feeding on your endless essence?”

Alastor sighed and said, “I suppose I must choose the former. Our exchange shall end for now. Now, I suggest you go follow your master before I change my mind. I won’t be caught by surprise so easily the next time.”

Delilah scoffed and said, “That’s what they all say, hon. Just remember. You’re no fallen angel.”

With that, Delilah retracted her claws from Alastor’s slender frame and waited for him to keel over onto the ground.

“Glad we could come to an agreement, stag,” Delilah said with a smile before she merrily strutted away.

Alastor stood in place healing his bleeding chest and glaring after Delilah until she disappeared.

From the other side of the wall, Angel stared at Delilah with his mouth agape while Husk failed miserably to conceal his laughter.

Delilah smiled at them warmly before she entered the hallway that she saw Sir Pentious walk into.

“And that’s why you don’t fuck with a succubus,” Husk said between chuckles of laughter.

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 18

Author’s Note: Sorry! I forgot to upload my chapter here.

For the next few hours, Vaggie split her time between actually taking notes and making a map of the manor she could use for later. It was all she could do to not nod off during Rosie’s lecture. It was boring, sexist, and condescending, but mostly boring. Thankfully, Rosie wrote the last note on the chalkboard for Vaggie to write down and put down her chalk. “Alright, Vaggie, are you ready to put some of this etiquette into practice?” Rosie asked in an annoyingly merry tone. “I don’t have a choice. Do I?” Vaggie replied. “No, now come along, dear,” Rosie said walking to the door. “Let’s powder our noses and go have some lunch.” Vaggie groaned under her breath, picked up her pen and notebook, and reluctantly followed her teacher. After powdering their noses and demonstrating some completely unnecessary bathroom etiquette, Rosie led Vaggie to a pristine and properly set lunch table in yet another tea room that Vaggie had never seen before. This tea room was much like the previous one with the same type of furniture but set in a larger room with teal wallpaper and a large window looking over the yard and the alluring forest just beyond it that Vaggie had nearly escaped into the other day. Vaggie made herself away from the forest out the window and glared at Rosie as the two entered the room. Rosie and Alastor had chosen this room on purpose. “How many tea rooms does one man need?” Vaggie muttered under her breath to distract herself from her anger. “A powerful man like Alastor can afford many luxuries,” Rosie said gently pushing Vaggie ahead of her. “Now, please do sit down in the seat over there so we can begin our lunch.” As soon as Vaggie sat down in the chair, Rosie commanded, “Now, show me your hands.” Vaggie looked at Rosie in confusion and put her hands in front of her. Rosie pulled out a small bottle of hand sanitizer and squirted some of its contents into Vaggie’s hands. “Remember, Vaggie,” Rosie said. “A proper lady is always clean.” Vaggie rubbed her hands together without making any fuss as Rosie squirted some of the sanitizer into her hands and took her seat as well. “Alright, Vaggie,” Rosie said. “Before we eat, what do we do first?” “What do you mean?” Vaggie asked confusedly. “What do you do first when you enter a luncheon?” Rosie asked in annoyance. “My dear, did you listen to my lecture?” “But you said so much, it’s so hard to remember,” Vaggie retorted. “Uh…Say ‘hi?’” “Oh, goodness, no,” Rosie replied with a disapproving head shake. “You walk up to your guest with the perfect posture and balance. Then, you politely introduce yourself.” “Isn’t that what I just said?” Vaggie asked. “No, you do not say ‘hi’ like some uncultured swine,” Rosie said snobbishly. “But we already know each other,” Vaggie protested. “Practice, my dear,” Rosie replied with a smile. Vaggie rolled her eyes, stood up in her chair leaving the pen and notebook on her chair, walked over to Rosie, extended her hand to shake, and said, “Hello. I am Vaggie, the manager of the Happy Hotel. It’s nice to meet you.” “Ah, ah, ah,” Rosie said shaking her finger at Vaggie’s face. “You are not the manager of the Hazbin Hotel anymore.” “Yes, I am,” Vaggie argued. “I help Charlie manage the hotel! That’s my job!” “That was your job. It’s not your job anymore.” “What am I then?” “You are the Radio Demon’s betrothed.” “No, I’m not! I’m not introducing myself that way!” “Unfortunately, dear, that is how you are to introduce yourself to your guests,” Rosie said calmly and matter-of-factly. “Now, would you like to try that again?” Vaggie glared at Rosie and said, “Sure. Hello. I’m Vaggie, the Radio Demon’s sex slave. It’s nice to meet you.” Rosie gasped in shock and said, “No. No. No. That will simply not do at all.” “But that’s the truth,” Vaggie said crossing her arms. “Isn’t it?” “Now, dear, you’re to be Alastor’s wife, not his sex slave,” Rosie chided. “That’s what he wants me to be,” Vaggie snarled. “I found out about the deal he made with my Aztec ancestor yesterday. We met him at the aquarium. That bastard told me that in exchange for my hand in marriage and at least 8 kids he would help Alastor pay his debt. Your friend took me for that reason alone. He doesn’t actually love me. You don’t have to lie!” “Vaggie, you’re being ridiculous…” Rosie said with a scowl. “That’s why men usually took women in your time. Isn’t it?” “Marriage was ideally for love, but it was mostly for status and obligation.” “Exactly. Not love.” “Oh, Vaggie. Alastor didn’t ask Titoc to help him with his debt when he asked for your hand. Titoc offered that all on his own.” “And that makes it better?” “Vaggie, the food is getting cold,” Rosie said with a sigh. “I suggest you introduce yourself properly or I will have to call Alastor.” Vaggie sighed in defeat and said, “Hello, I’m Vaggie. It’s nice to meet you.” Then, she turned around and returned to her chair. Rosie smiled contentedly and said, “Good. Now, back straight, shoulders set, feet flat on the floor.” Vaggie silently did all that Rosie asked. “Good work,” Rosie said. “Now, what’s next?” “We eat,” Vaggie replied grabbing a small sandwich from the tray on the table and sitting back in her chair as she began to take bites out of the sandwich. SMACK! A long ruler reached across the table slapping Vaggie’s hand and causing her to drop the sandwich on her plate. “HEY!” Vaggie yelled angrily. “What was that for?!” “Proper ladies do not gorge themselves,” Rosie replied calmly while menacingly slapping the ruler against her hand. “Take smaller bites and use cutlery if you need to.” “Cutlery?” Vaggie replied incredulously while rubbing her sore hand. “For a sandwich?” “Yes,” Rosie said snapping her fingers and causing her ruler to disappear. “Also, you must ask a servant to pass the plates to you. You never reach for your food.” Vaggie looked to her left and to her right and asked, “What servant?” Rosie picked up her service bell and gave it a ring. One of her penguin familiars came waddling in. Vaggie simply blinked at the penguin coming in. The penguin picked up the plate of sandwiches and the pitcher of water and walked over to Rosie who promptly allowed herself to be served. Vaggie watched on unimpressed as the penguin waddled over to her and served her as well. “You’re really playing up the Mary Poppins vibe,” Vaggie said finally interrupting the silence. “Mary Poppins?” Rosie asked. “Who in the world is she?” “Nevermind,” Vaggie replied as she picked up her sandwich and began eating it again. “Anyway,” Rosie said picking up a sandwich of her own and beginning to munch on it as well. “What shall we do next?” The penguin familiar cawed out a suggestion. “What a great idea, Mildred!” Rosie said. “We shall get you fitted and go shopping for new dresses at my emporium.” “Can we eat first?” Vaggie retorted. “Of course,” Rosie said without missing a beat as she picked up a sandwich. “I mean when we’re done, silly.” Vaggie rolled her eyes and continued to eat. Rosie quietly did the same until all the food was eaten. “There we are,” Rosie said once the last sandwich was eaten. “All full.” Praying that she forgot about shopping, Vaggie stood up, walked towards the door, and said, “I don’t know about you, but I feel like a siesta…” A line of penguin familiars assembled in front of the door blocking Vaggie’s path. “Ah, ah, ah,” Rosie chided. “We must get you fitted.” “But I have plenty of dresses back at the hotel,” Vaggie protested. “Why do I need more?” “You need a dress for more than a few occasions, dear,” Rosie replied as she stood up and walked towards Vaggie’s direction. “I have no money to shop at your overpriced emporium,” Vaggie argued. “Can’t you just get Alastor to go to the hotel and pick up my other clothes?” Rosie scoffed and said, “You are not wearing those filthy, disgusting rags anymore. Alastor has already paid me in advance for any dress you might need. No need to worry. There are perks to being a rich man’s wife. Now come along. My car is waiting out front.” “Do I have to?” Vaggie whined as Rosie took her arm and began walking with her out of the room while the penguins parted to let them through. “Let’s go, dear,” Rosie said ignoring Vaggie’s protest as the two exited the room.

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