My Dear Vincent
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“Until you become mine again (even if you don’t want to)” by Jou255
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
15 Feb 2026
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Alastor tilted his head until his mouth was next to the edge of the screen. He could almost feel the warmth of the circuits, the hum of static, the life pulsing beneath that casing of metal and light.
—Vincent, darling.
His voice was a whisper. No static. No theatrics. Just him, just Alastor, speaking to his Vincent as he used to seventy years ago, in the intimacy of his hideout, when the world didn't exist outside the two of them.
—Can you hear me?
A moment of silence.
Then, Vox made a sound.
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This is something I wrote instead of sleeping. Lately I'm obsessed with Staticsilence and the ideas keep coming. I hope you enjoy it.
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- Part 1 of My Dear Vincent
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-First you have to do something for me.
Vincent blinked. His eyes—those bright triangles—tried to focus on Alastor through the fog of desire clouding his mind.
—Anything —he said, without hesitation—. Anything, Al. Whatever you want.
Alastor's smile widened.
—Anything?
—Anything.
Alastor kissed him.
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- Part 2 of My Dear Vincent
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Flash.
The light blinded him for an instant.
Vincent turned, startled, and found himself facing a short, nervous demon holding a phone—a huge phone, the kind the paparazzi used—with both hands. His eyes, wide with excitement, stared fixedly at him.
—Vox? —the demon's voice trembled—. Is that you? Is it really you?
Vincent felt the world stop.
No. No. No.
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- Part 3 of My Dear Vincent
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But something was wrong.
The air.
The air was different.
Alastor stood still.
His senses—that extrasensory perception he had developed during decades of survival in Hell—activated instantly. He sniffed. Listened. Felt the tower's vibrations, the pulse of his shadows, the heartbeat of the his sanctuary.
Something had happened.
Vincent.
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- Part 4 of My Dear Vincent
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The glass was still falling when Velvette burst into the room.
—What was that noise? —her voice arrived before she did, sharp and irritated—. Val, I told you not to hurt him...
She stopped dead.
The food tray slipped from her hands.
Broken porcelain. Food scattered everywhere. She didn't notice.
Her eyes were fixed on the figure floating where a window used to be.
Alastor.
The Radio Demon.
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- Part 5 of My Dear Vincent