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Vincent knew it was over the moment the hunter pulled the trigger.
The sharp, deafening bang ripped through the damp forest like a crack of thunder in winter. Leaves shivered on their branches. Birds exploded into panicked flight. Vincent’s heart plummeted into his stomach; his breath caught, ragged and shallow. His jaw dropped slowly,His eyes widened behind the mask of shock as the reality sank in bone-deep.
Alastor.OR
What if Vincent and alastor had been a murder partner? And what if Vincent was there when alastor got murdered?
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03 May 2026
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It was a comment Alastor had made in passing while sharing a cup of tea, one that the overlord hadn’t thought too deeply about. It wasn’t a strange thought to have, so why did Charlie have that expression on her face?
…Who wouldn’t prefer being a woman, after all?
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03 May 2026
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-Takes place before s02e05 and s02e06 but was written with them in mind-
Alastor works through his feelings on the hazbins during and after his capture and rescue from Vee Tower. He finds himself not just accustomed, but fond. And that is more terrifying than any deal or public humiliation could ever be.
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01 May 2026
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This Sunday, Rosie awoke to a knock on her door. She threw a quick coverup over her night clothes and felt her teeth sharpen as she approached the door. It was a rude start to her day, but at least she'd have someone for breakfast after dealing with the disturbance.
She opened the door, and plans for black pudding with her tea fizzled out, replaced by a spike of fear her surprise couldn't quite trump.
"Hello!" The tall man smiled, eyes glowing red. Rosie looked him in the eye because it was the polite thing to do, even though her nose tried to pull her gaze to the smell of a fresh kill. "Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you Miss Rosie, quite a pleasure, I've heard only good things!" The Radio Demon introduced, taking her hand in his own blood covered one and giving it a firm shake.
"Just Rosie is fine, dear." She replied, trying to determine whether this was going to be her final conversation. She hadn't thought herself powerful enough to draw the attention of the no-longer-aspiring overlord, and in the months since his rise he's yet to seem to care for anything besides power, so she really didn't know what could bring him here.
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01 May 2026
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Alastor and Vox had slowly formed quite the friendship over the decades. Quality company was rare these days, and despite his initial standoffishness, Alastor actually now looked forward to the picture-box’s company. Not that he’d ever tell him that.
Vox, for his part, was head over heels in love with the untouchable Radio Demon. No one needed to tell him that telling Alastor was a terrible idea, so on his end, he swore to never tell him that.
They drink, they laugh, they enjoy each other’s company. Vox didn’t know what made him do it, he knew it was a bad idea. Maybe it was the uncharacteristic softness of Alastor’s expression. Maybe it was the way his ears, usually held proudly upright, drooped to either side in his drunkenness. Maybe it was the unfairly musical sound of Alastor’s laugh, at something Vox said, that made the storm in his chest absolutely churn. Maybe it was all of those things, but in a moment of hazy judgment, freer hands, and Alastor’s scent tickling his senses, Vox kisses him.
Alastor, to both of their shock, doesn’t… hate it.
He begins to learn a lot about himself.
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22 Apr 2026