13 Works by TheValravn
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He should have said no. He should have put his foot down—drawn the line in the sand.
But that was one of his many, many flaws…
When his daughter asked for something, Lucifer Morningstar just couldn’t say no. How could he deny his one and only child? His heir? His pride and joy? His one good thing that had come from his eternal torment?
But right now, he really wished he had said no, regardless of how disappointed Charlie would have been. After all, it wasn’t every day she would be able to reconnect with her angelic and demonic lineage that was the palace’s origins.
However as Lucifer had a habit of learning, hindsight is a bitch.
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Alastor swung his bare legs off the bed, his hooves clicking against the wooden floor. He didn’t stand, unsure if his trembling legs would take his weight just yet. But he had to go. Had to get away.
Smooth fingers ran down his spine, goosebumps causing his soft fur to stand on end—even his tail fluffed up from the ticklish yet pleasant feeling, begging to flick happily.
Fuck.
He needed to leave.
“Stay the night? Just until your morning broadcast?” Lucifer’s question was expected, his words tinged with hope and desire.
Alastor swallowed back his hesitation and forced a sly grin as he scanned the room for his discarded clothing. “Again? Quite insatiable, aren’t you, sire?”
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Lucifer was a lot lighter than he looked.
Even with all six of his wings limp and dragging behind him, he weighed almost nothing in Alastor’s arms. At least he had stopped bleeding, golden ambrosia no longer staining the ground with every step.
Alastor carried the unconscious Lucifer as gently as he could through the ruins of the palace, his shadow lifting the angel’s battered wings when they were about to snag on a shattered piece of furniture or catch on a broken picture frame.
It was slow progress, but Alastor found that he was in no rush.
As exhausted and sore as he already was, he was in no hurry to return to the hotel.
But he could go nowhere else.
Lucifer needed rest.
And a bath.
And substance that wasn’t alcohol.
And probably more than that.
But the palace was wrecked, as was Lucifer’s bedroom and bathroom…
…Which left only one place Alastor could think to take the weak and unconscious King…
Alastor’s room.Series
- Part 6 of How to Bag a Deer in 7 Days
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“So… have you been enjoying being my husband’s little fucktoy?”
Alastor froze.
His body tensed in an instant, ears on alert and smile stretching into his perfect mask once more. The crackle of his static covered the small gasp that had escaped before he could stop it.
The lighting of his room had always been dark, illuminated mostly from the pocket-dimension bayou that he had sewn into his assigned hotel room. It had taken him years to master that piece of magic, but it had been worth it time and time again.
Now, however, Alastor wished he had more than the light of the fake moon filtering in through the bayou’s trees.
By the time his eyes finally adjusted to the shift in lighting to spot the intruder, the glowing lilac collar had already materialized along with the matching chain.
His master gave the leash a vicious yank, sending him stumbling further into the room.
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- Part 5 of How to Bag a Deer in 7 Days
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He never begged.
Not when she struck him.
Not when she ordered him to kneel.
Not when she broke him down and stripped him of his dignity.
Alastor knew he was hers. But he thought—hoped—Lucifer might love him anyway.
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Laughter.
The cruel kind.
The kind that echoed in the back of the shadow’s mind as those Alastor loathed. Judgmental. Cold. Unworthy of his master’s time.
Then—
The voices were kneeling near his master, discolored shadows wavering across its senses.
“Is he awake yet?” One of the figures garbled.
“Don’t need him awake.” Another answered, its voice venomous even when distorted. “Just need him ready. These’ll do the rest.”
The shadow recoiled from the glowing objects in the silhouette’s arms.
Then came the sensations.
Hands.
So many hands.
The shadow felt them, but with Alastor unconscious, there wasn’t much it could do but complain silently as the figures surrounded its master.
Ghostly, indistinct, half-formed in the static fog. The hands crawled across his ribs, down his chest, slipping beneath his shirt and tugging at his waistband—stripping the layers off him like a rag doll.Series
- Part 4 of How to Bag a Deer in 7 Days
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“You never did answer my question.”
“Hm?”
The deer’s ear flicked toward the King in question.
“Why are you up so early?”
Alastor shrugged.
“I’m always up around this time. Peaceful. Quiet. Or at least it usually is.”
The hint clearly went over the short King’s head as the angel continued his line of questioning.
“Aren’t you tired?”
“Not particularly.”
“Really? I’m exhausted! How much sleep did you even get last night?”
A crackle of annoyed static rang around the kitchen, but Lucifer didn’t appear to back down from his perch.
Very well, then. Perhaps I can dissuade him from pestering me further…
“If you must know.” Alastor sent the King a glare. “I didn’t. Unfortunately, sleep eluded me as every time I closed my eyes, I was assaulted with the memory of being held down against my will and choking on…”
“Fuck, Al!” Lucifer choked on his breath, nearly scrambling out of his chair with horror.Series
- Part 3 of How to Bag a Deer in 7 Days
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“Easy there, Bambi.” The angel smirked slyly. “Don’t tell me I’m already sweeping you off your feet—we haven’t even started yet.”
Warmth flooded his cheeks, and he yanked his arm out of the King’s grip with a scoff.
“I’m perfectly capable of dressing myself, Sire.”
“For now…”
His grin tightened, fighting against the growl in the back of his throat.
“Ready?”
Alastor stiffened, snapping his attention to the King and searching for any sign of… something.
A twitch of a muscle.
A glance to the side.
A spike in power.
Anything.
For as much as the angel was clearly planning something, Alastor couldn’t fathom what depravities would be better initiated here instead of the lavish bedroom they had left.
Unless…
There was only one reason Alastor could imagine a ballroom being used for.
He scoffed at the notion.
Surely not.
Not even Lucifer would go as far as an actual attempt to court him for the comically short span of a week.
Still, he couldn’t help verbalizing the jab, regardless.
“What, planning on waltzing me into submission, my liege?” He tilted his head to the side in mockery. “Sorry to say, I’m more of a swing-type of guy.”Series
- Part 2 of How to Bag a Deer in 7 Days
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“What kind of bet?” Alastor questioned, unable to help his curiosity despite the prickling unease at the back of his neck.
“The kind that’s right up your alley, deal-maker.”
His ears twitched in interest.
“Your Majesty…” Husk tried to butt in.
Alastor waved the cat away, a silent tug on his contract silencing the bartender, who moved back to watch the interaction with unease. At the same time, Alastor forced his body to relax, appearing calm and in control once more.
“I’m listening.”
The King’s grin didn’t waver. It was almost unnerving how much more confident the monarch appeared now compared to when he was slumped over his glass.
“Seven days.”
Alastor quirked an eyebrow, but the angel wasn’t done speaking.
“You give me seven days and I’ll not only prove my expertise in carnal desires, but I’ll give you a performance so world-changing that even your asexual ass will be begging me for more…”
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- Part 1 of How to Bag a Deer in 7 Days
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The Year of the Snake? And Heaven was going to throw a special celebration for that mediocre inventor? Alastor wasn’t sure if he should laugh or scoff. As far as he was concerned, if anyone deserved a celebration for the Year of the Snake, it should be THE Snake, the original Serpent of Temptation. Considering how many celebrations were used to put Lucifer down, it was only right that he got a festival just for… and that was when Alastor stopped, standing just outside their bedroom door.
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Lucifer kissed him slowly.
Like he was something delicate.
Precious.
Or something that would shatter if handled with anything less than absolute reverence. And perhaps, some part of Lucifer still feared that possibility.
Alastor worried about it too—if he were honest.
It still didn’t stop his fingers from curling around Lucifer’s waist, his grin twitching, sharp and stiff, not quite relaxing.
Still, Lucifer kept murmuring against his skin, golden eyes slipping closed for brief moments of time as he peppered his skin with soft kisses from the corner of Alastor’s mouth to his jaw. Then to his throat.
All the while, whispered confessions spilled from his lips.
“Exquisite…”
“My Beloved…”
“Gorgeous…”Series
- Part 2 of The Story of Us
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It all started with a laugh.
Alastor hadn’t meant to—hadn’t wanted to. But he had been blindsided. How was he supposed to know the obnoxious, pathetic excuse for a King had a sense of humor…?
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In which Lucifer discovers Alastor's love of pun-based humor, particularly at a TV-headed demon's expense.Series
- Part 1 of The Story of Us
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The Third Duality | The Deer and the Raven by TheValravn
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
26 Jan 2025
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“Without order, nothing can exist - without chaos, nothing can evolve.” - Oscar Wilde
In a world fractured by divine exile and mortal corruption, the Princess of Hell dreams of a better future for her damned home. Armed with boundless optimism and unwavering determination, she seeks to create a haven of redemption—but few share her faith. Among her reluctant allies is the infamous Radio Demon, Alastor, whose only motivation is the twisted amusement he finds in watching doomed ventures fail.
Alastor, ever the master of loopholes, plots his escape from this charade of reform. But when the Princess calls in a favor and an enigmatic new player joins their team, the cunning Overlord finds himself facing an unfamiliar and unwelcome realization: for the first time, the strings of his carefully composed world might be slipping from his grasp—and his heart.
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- Part 1 of The Duality of Souls