4 Works by roachwav
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Monthly updates of my Hazbin Hotel (mostly Alastor-and-Radiostatic-centric) fanart.
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Despite himself, Alastor shudders. "I think— I think I must be seeing things. I think you're the most convincing hallucination any person could ever have."
"A hallucination! Could you imagine!" She shakes her head with air-piercing laughter, wide hat swaying with the movement. "I can assure you, dear, whether I'm real or not is arbitrary. What you must know, really, is that I exist."
"I'm seeing things," He repeats once more, less with conviction, more as a self-assurance.
A young Alastor meets Rosie earlier than he was supposed to.
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“It’s almost impossible to believe,” She murmurs, eyes twitching over him. Pinning. Zeroing in. “All those stories y’hear, sometimes — overlord this, overlord that. It gets old real quick. Y’almost lose track of all of it. But then, not too long after your own death, you hear about the Radio Demon, and he sounds a hell of a lot like your own lil’ boy.”
Much too naturally, Alastor fills in the rest of the gaps. “And then you see him on the picture show.”
Alastor meets his mother in the very last place he ever could’ve expected her to be, forcing him to go down memory lane and contemplate whether to let her back into his (after)life or not.
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“You,” He says simply, running a hand through Alastor’s hair, wary to keep him in place. He’d rather not get his wrists bitten so soon after his greatest victory yet. “Do not get to speak to me that way. If it wasn’t clear enough already from last night, Alastor, you are beneath me.”
Already, in the air, he can hear it again. If I’m so beneath you, why bother talking to me like this at all? Why beg for morsels of praise like a common mongrel?
After the rally, Vox tries to indulge himself in some well-earned and proper worship. Key-word: tries.