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Navigating through the bustling streets of a big city, dodging every shoulder, dog, or child on the sidewalks, you find yourself at the local public library. After checking in and going to your usual nook, coffee settled on the table, and with a good novel in your hand you bought online, you settled and relaxed. It was a story about an immortal girl who, despite that feature, is forgotten by people she interacted with once they took their eyes off of her. Fortunately for you, you're not like the protagonist.

Oh, the part that she's immortal is true, not the forgetting part.

One hundred and twenty-six years. For starters, your physical appearance is not aging, unlike in some fiction where the immortal ages slowly. You happen to just stay 20-ish for as long as you remember. This feature, ability, or mutation? You don't really know; it isn't at all much of a bother to you now. You had your fair share of episodes when you outlived the people you loved; you would rather not think about those times. But generally, it was actually nice to see how the society you live in evolved. Of course, you had to move every 5 to 10 years from one place to another to avoid suspicion. But hey, you just thought of it as a new opportunity to explore a brand new place. Were you curious to know how you acquired this “immortality”? Yes, you think of it often. The times when you think about it let you reminisce about the early stages of your life. You never met your father, but your mother tells you that he was a good man. You assumed that he died tragically before your birth. Your mother worked as a maid, with you being her little assistant to a rather rich family in New Orleans. You're not unfamiliar with voodoo, which was popular at the time, the 1920s, so you just assumed that you were cursed; you did like to wander to places where you shouldn't be. As a kid, you believed in magic, but now as an “adult” living in the 21st century, chances are your condition is just a mutation—a very rare one at that. So, to satisfy your yearning soul on the matter, you settled on that idea, still in search of a rather scientific explanation.

Noon strikes, and it's time for you to go back home to work at your online job, one of the many things for which you're thankful for technology. Earn money by being anonymous. Coffee long discarded, you decided to go on a different route to avoid the rush hour of lunch. You were only here in this big city for a month, so it's a chance for you to explore the place.

You came across an antique shop. How can you resist such a place? It probably has things from your childhood. So, you entered the dainty shop and were greeted by a rather young man.

“Why, hello there, miss!” The cheery man greeted you.

“Good afternoon,” you replied with equal cheeriness in your tone.

“Please do explore, and let me know if something catches your eye.”

“Will do,” you stated as you walked into one of the alleys.

Old electronics, record players and records, porcelain, and typewriters were on these shelves, but a particular radio piqued your interest. You held the well-minted object to examine its features. It was similar to the old radio you had as a young adult. Your mother bought it for you on your 16th birthday, and since then, you have listened to it every day. You listened to the news, the songs it played, and the podcast of your favorite anchor, Alastor Heartfelt.

How can you forget that name?

His voice was charming as hell, and to top the cherry on the cake, he was your childhood best friend. His mother was the cook for the family you worked for. You have to admit, he was somewhat your crush until he decided to kill you, really. And accidentally, by that. It was night, and you were on the mansion's patio. He thought you were the daughter of the man of the house and stabbed you in the stomach. Only for him to realize that you're not the brat he thought you were and for you to realize your ability to regenerate. After screaming and un-stabbing you, with trails of red blood staining the knife and your dress, you look down to see your skin reforming. Both you and the young man stared in awe and disbelief. You locked eyes, and you punched him right on the nose and broke his glasses. After that, he explained to you his motive, said his apologies, and treated you to your favorite dessert at your favorite bakery. Despite him being psychopathic in a way, who could blame him for having that motive? The spoiled princess he wanted to kill turned out to be his half-sister, who tormented both of you when you were little. His mere existence was the product of infidelity.

“Are you not telling me about what happened to you?” Holding an ice pack on his nose and reaching for the sweet bread in front of him, the tanned man pointed at your abdominal region.

“I’m as surprised as you are!” You said exasperatedly, checking the torn fabric underneath the coat he lent you.

“Do you think your mother knew about this?” He asked.

“I don't know,” you said while taking a bite out of your favorite dessert. She died two years ago, and ever since then, Alastor and his mom have taken you in. Having saved enough money and gained an inheritance from your mother, you were planning to move out of the mansion. But Alastor insisted that you should stay for a while after he's done with his business. He was a part-time radio host and plans to go full-time. With this, he told his mother to stop working, as his salary could sustain the both of them. You, on the other hand, will too. You plan on working as a writer at a local newspaper publisher. “So, what made you have the urge to stab me? ”You said it nonchalantly.

"Well, darling, I heard that little princess talking to my manager at the studio. She told the boss man to fire me. I personally think that she and her family are afraid of what I may say in my broadcast. I do plan to expose that dirty bunch in my series,” he said, taking a sip from his tea.

“You need to move fast, though, if they're doing whatever they can to maintain their clean reputation.”

“I am way ahead of you, dear. Trust me,” he said, grinning. “Now back to you; I am curious to see the extent of your abilities,” retaining that shit-eating grin.

“Do you want another black eye to match your other one?” You said it with a tinge of disbelief in your voice. “I’m actually really scared, Al. "I don't know what this is, why I got it-.”

“I’m only joking, my dear. We'll figure it out together if you let me help you,” he said with a genuine smile this time.

“Thank you, Al.”

You contemplated buying the radio in your hand, but alas, the temptation overpowered you. You went to the counter, and the young man assisted with your purchase.

“Nice pick, I personally restored this radio.”

“You did, how? This model is rather old, how'd you find the parts? ”

“I had spares, and thinking is one of my hobbies. Thank you for your purchase,” he said, bidding you farewell.

You said your goodbyes to your new acquaintance and went straight home.

After dinner, you climbed on your bed with the radio you brought earlier on your nightstand. You stared at the brown box and let your mind drift once more to reminisce about the memories of your old friend. You wondered where Alastor was now. If heaven and hell existed, which you don't believe, he's probably in hell with all the crimes he committed. He passed at a relatively young age, and it tore you apart. Shot right in the forehead in the forest, thought to be a deer by a huntsman. His crimes were revealed after his death. You took it upon yourself to take care of his mother, and she died not long after. And that left you. It was you against the whole world, and you would kill to see him again once more.

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After working, you need to get some fresh air and detach yourself from technology. You worked in the morning and are now free in the afternoon. After having lunch, you went back to the antique shop. The young man greeted you with the same enthusiasm as he had when you first met.

“Good afternoon, miss. It's lovely to see you again,” he said.

“It's a pleasure to be here, my good man,” you said, matching his tone and choice of words.

You asked where the books section was, and he pointed you to a different page. You took your time scanning some books. Others were familiar, and some had titles you couldn't decipher, and there was this one thick book that had symbols on it. You took it off the shelf, and it had a large pentagram on the cover. It was an old book owned and written by a priest in the 1700s. You wondered how this book survived for that long. It had some scriptures written in Latin and other languages. Familiar words such as summoning, demons, and sacrifices were the ones you deciphered. There were also drawings of demons and other symbols on some of the pages.

Checking the time, you were shocked to see that you'd been in that aisle for an hour now. With the “Satanic book” in your hand, you decide to purchase the book and continue your reading at home. Surprisingly, the book was rather cheap, and the young man told you that he has been wanting to get rid of the book for a while now, and you gave him a favor. He was scared of disposing of the book, afraid that it might have a curse. You assured him that there was no such thing, and you bid him goodbye once more.

You went home and did your chores for a bit. After that, you went to your room and sat on the couch with the book you had brought earlier in your hand. You tried your best to read the words that you could, but mostly, you only brought the book because it had some interesting drawings. For example, the depiction of Lucifer here is of a shape-shifting demon, and what makes him distinctive is that he transforms into white-colored animals, retaining his hat. Cute, you thought. A white snake with a top hat was the one who tempted Eve to eat the apple.

After a while, you placed the book on the table beside you, only for the vase on top to fall and the book to slip from your hands because of the shock. You cursed and went to pick up the broken china. Because of your groggy mind from reading, you absentmindedly lacerated yourself from picking up one of the pieces. You signed and went on picking up the book instead, not knowing you had stained the cover with your blood. After throwing away the pieces and cleaning up the mess, you sat back, your wound already healed.

You came across another page that has some legible writing. “Porta Ad Inferos" was rather straightforward. What could go wrong? You thought and began reading, following the instructions to read it three times. You looked around, expecting something and confirming your assumption, but the book and its contents proved to be a hoax. You shook your head and began to stand up to prepare dinner when, all of a sudden, you felt your soul leaving your body as you fell into something. Flashes of red, orange, and black surrounded you as you fell into an abyss.

Landing on your side, you swore you dislocated your shoulder and broke your arm. You sat up quickly, which was a mistake because you felt the worst headache you ever felt. You take a moment, and after your limbs recover, you look at your surroundings. You’re in an alley; tall buildings surround you except for one side. Everything had a red tint, and you looked up to see a light source, only to be greeted by a large moon and a giant pentagram in the sky. You felt your soul leave your body again. A pentagram?! You began to hyperventilate and chant a curse.

“No, no, no, no, no. I can't be in hell?! Hell is not real, for fuck's sake! I must be hallucinating. I'm probably just tired! Haha!” You said it out loud to nothing.

Calming down, you stand up, only to see the pentagram you were sitting on. You jumped out of the pentagram out of shock. Thankfully, you were wearing your hoodie and put the hood on top of your head. If you're going to wake up from this dream, you might as well explore it.

Exiting the alley was a horrible mistake. Screams filled the air, and that fucking smell! What the hell is that?! You suppress your nausea from the sight and smell and dash to nowhere.

Panting, you came to a stop at a relatively quiet block. Its buildings had neon lights, and you cringed at the fact that those were sex dens and bars. You attempted to run when a big hand grabbed your arm. You look back to see who or what it is, and you feel pale because of what you saw.

The fox-looking creature sniffed you and said, “What's a cutie like you doing on this side of town? You smell so innocent.” You could smell strong alcohol from his breath.

“Let go of me!” You tried to claw his giant hands out of your arm.

“Feisty, I like that. Now, let's get some privacy.” He dragged you to one of the buildings when, all of a sudden, a large red demon-looking thing called out that you assumed the fox's name. They had a heated argument and threw punches at each other. You took this opportunity to run off again.

You grew tired and felt every nerve of your system quake from that encounter. You were regretting that you bought that damn book. You were now slowly walking, trying to be as low-key as possible, when you saw a group of people? demons? gathered around a store. You avoided the group when you heard a familiar voice.

“Salutations! It's good to be back on the air. Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast.” Oh fuck. Could it be?

You tried to see what the group was staring at, and your hunch was correct. It was the voice of Alastor. It sounds like he's arguing with the TV man on the other side of the window. You may not see him as his voice is from the radio, but oh, how you miss his radio voice.

After their battle of wits (you were rooting for Al with his impressive comeback in the end), you gathered up the courage to approach the least intimidating creature in the group.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where, um, Alastor is?” You asked.

The little demon looked up to you and said, “The radio demon? Hah, I would not want to know where he is,” he replied with such a low voice despite his size.

“But do you know?” You insisted.

“Ugh, he's in that shitty hotel called the Hazbin Hotel. It's in sum’ hilltop; now leave.”

You quickly do as you're told and went to find that hill. With all these tall buildings, you're sure you'll end up lost again. So, you scanned a decent and quiet building and climbed up the fire exit stairs. Once you reached the top, you could almost see everything in this demon city. And thank the stars, you saw a bright building that was on top of a hill. You took a picture on your phone to get to that direction.

You're now quite sure that this is not some dream anymore.

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Flashes of green and blue at the window kept you company on the train you were on. Trees and occasional fields were the only sights you saw during your ride. Nonetheless, from the perspective of your little but curious mind, it was one of the best views you ever saw. Your mother beside you was reading a book, and you were on your knees, and your hands were on the glass window, staring with the utmost awe at the new environment. 

Your mother has told you that you will be moving to a big house and that you will be her little assistant with her job as a maid. It was not that different from the last house you worked on. The only difference now is that you have to move to a big city in Louisiana called New Orleans and live in the same house as your padrone. Before, you lived in a quaint village with people you could call family. Everyone there knows everyone and is ready to help each other out. That is also another reason why you are moving far away. One of your mother's friends has recommended her to a rich family in New Orleans who happens to be looking for a maid. With a new place to explore, of course you were so excited that you practically didn’t sleep the night before your trip. That same night, the village held a small farewell party for you and your mother. They were also there when your train departed, holding out white handkerchiefs to bid their goodbyes. You almost cried and wanted to go back to them, but alas, your mom thought that this was a big step towards a big city that would open a lot of opportunities for both of you. Your only worry now is how to find friends.

The mansion before you was decorated with tall windows and large columns. The inside was more spectacular, with no dust in sight, and you could see your reflection on every surface. The head maid greeted your mother and showed both of you your quarters. After settling in, your mother, with you in tow, was directed on what to do, the schedule, and introduced you to the staff. The head maid also told you about important details about the family. The family was composed of a politician, a business-owner wife, and a daughter. Your ears perked up upon the word daughter, and that fact made you giddy. You’ll surely be friends with her.

Night arrived, and the head maid, whose name was Adeline, introduced you both and your mother to the members of the family, the Livingstons. Stanton, his wife, Louise, and their daughter, Dorothy. She was a taller girl compared to you and had fair skin and light brown hair. You waved hi to the girl who appeared to be two years older than you, only to be replied to with a glare and an eye roll. That made you retreat your friendly demeanor and made you clutch the fabric of your mother's clothes.

The next day came, and your mother had told you to stay in the garden while she cleaned one of the nearby rooms. You were sitting right next to the flower beds when Dorothy came up to you.

“You're the child of the new maid, right?” She asked with a tinge of insult.

“Yeah,” you replied shyly.

“If you want to be my friend, then you better make a good impression or else. And I swear, you don't want to be anything else.”

You think about how to impress your potential friend, and you see the daisies beside you. “How about I make you a flower crown?” You asked, with your usual cheeriness coming back.

“A flower crown?” The girl beside you, who was standing up, sat down, curious about what you had said.

You then began plucking some of the little flowers and meticulously creating the flower crown. It was one of the few crafts you learned from your previous home. After making the crown, you handed it to Dorothy, half-expecting that she would like it. She took it, and for the first time, you saw her smile.

“This is so pretty! You’re definitely now my friend. Now, teach me how to make one.”

You spend the whole afternoon making flower crowns with all sorts of flowers from the garden with your new friend. You told your mother about it at night, and she was pleased and very proud of you.

The next day, you heard that the mansion's cook had come back from vacation. Mrs. Heartfelt was a name you heard. Uninterested, after doing some chores with your mother, you quickly came back to the garden, only to see an older boy, around 2 years older, sitting on a shaded bench. He was slim and had tan skin and brown hair. He appears to be writing in a notebook and doesn't seem to sense your presence. Treating this as an opportunity to make a new friend, you snuck up behind him and greeted him with the loudest “Hi! ”

The boy fumbled and dropped his notebook. After picking it up, he looked back to see you with the biggest smile you could ever make. “Hi, my name’s (Y/N),” you said, sticking out a handshake.

The boy hesitated, an evident shyness printed on his features, but eventually took your hand for a handshake. “Alastor,” he said, barely audible but enough for you to hear.

You sat down beside him, and you told him about where you were from and how you and your mother. You asked about what he was doing.

He was startled by that. “It’s nothing!” He then attempted to hide his notebook behind.

“I won’t judge you, I swear! May I read some, please?” You asked, hands together and puppy-dog eyes.

“You can already read?”

“Yes! I am already six years old. My mother taught me when I was four,” you said proudly.

“That is actually really impressive,” he said. He contemplated and eventually gave in.

After reading it, you turned to him. His cheeks were red from embarrassment.

“The story is amazing! I like how you created these characters based on animals and related their behaviors to human ones,” you beamed.

“Wow, I am surprised you caught on to that concept. Um, I like to think about what animals would be like if they were humans; that is why I created the story,” he replied with a small smile in the end.

Both of you then talked about the potential of his creation, and because of your curious and imaginative minds, you were invested. The quiet boy turned out to be talkative, and you're glad you're able to squeeze words out of his mouth because he had such a cool and calming voice. You could listen to him all afternoon.

However, your time with the boy you just befriended quickly ended when Dorothy came home from school. “(Y/N)! What are you doing talking to that freak? Don’t you know he’s crazy? He talks to himself and has no friends,” the brunette yelled and mocked at the end of her sentence.

“Dorothy, I was just befriending him. There's nothing wrong with that.” You stood up and tried to calm the little girl down.

Alastor, who was feeling ashamed, stood up as well, walking towards the entrance of the staff’s room. Dorothy suddenly walked to him and pushed him. “That's for talking to (Y/N). I don't want your crazy mind to infect her.”

You quickly ran and went in between them. “Dorothy stop! Alastor did nothing wrong!” You defended. The boy on the ground looked up to you, unable to move.

“I'll give you a choice, (Y/N). It's me or freaky; you can only choose one. You can have a rich, beautiful friend and spend every day in luxury or a crazy nobody that has no friends aside from the characters he makes up,” she said, crossing her arms and giving you a glare.

You looked back at the boy behind you. He had hope within him but quickly looked away from your stare, sighing as if knowing your decision.

“I choose Alastor,” you said firmly. “I really like you, Dorothy, but what you did to Alastor was mean; what you said about him was mean. I don’t care about what you said. He is interesting, and I like his story. If he didn't have any friends before, he has now.”

Alastor looked at you again with a shake. Dorothy, on the other hand, was flaring up, clenched fists at her side. “Fine! Have fun, you two freaks. But I do warn you; from this day on, I’ll do everything I can to add to your miserable little lives,” she said, and with a slap, you also fell to the ground, hissing as you felt your hand form an abrasion.

The brunette walked away, and you didn’t notice, but Alastor got up. He lent you a hand and made you stand up. You checked your hand for a wound, but it did not have one.

“You didn't have to do that, you know. I'm sorry you're no longer friends with Dorothy,” he said with his head hung low.

“Don't worry! I’m happy with my choice; now let's get to the kitchen. I heard they were making bread today,” you said, grabbing his arm and dragging the tall boy with you. Alastor smiled and let you drag him to the kitchen.

The trip to that hotel was longer than you expected. Your hunger is not important anymore; all that matters now is to find that familiar radio host and get back home. After you tracked about 6 hours of being in this realm, you reached the front gate, climbed up the hill, and were greeted with the front door of the Hazbin Hotel. 

Despite being out of breath, with a quick inhale and exhale, you eventually knocked. And to your shock, you were immediately greeted by a slightly taller woman with skin as white as porcelain, blonde hair, and red cheek marks.

“OMG, OMG, OMG, two patrons a day! We're on fire today, people!” She turned back to the inside of the building, dragging you inside.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, lonely sinner!” The blonde enthusiastically said. She began rambling about places in the hotel and introducing you to the members.

A woman who is shorter with gray skin and white hair who was stalking from behind startled you. She was eyeing you with narrow eyes. “You don't look like a sinner,” she said.

You swallowed your saliva for the realization that you're the only one here who looks "normal,"  but now that you think about it, you were the odd one out in this whole realm.

“I'm not a uh-(what did she call me?)-patron." I'm here looking for Alastor,” you said nervously.

The cat-like creature at the bar quickly replied, “What do you want from the radio demon?"

"Yah, toots. What do you want from smiles? Yah know, if you want someone who's sexy and is into sum’ masochistic shit, I can hook you up with a guy.” The spider-like creature sitting on one of the bar stools eyed you as well, but surprised you with a seductive wink at the end. 

“Hey, answer me. Why do you look so-," she gestured a hand around you, "-human?”The white-haired girl insisted. 

Feeling overwhelmed, you almost wanted to back out when a sound of static filled the room.

A shadow clouded the foot of the stairs about 10 meters away from you and revealed a tall, slim red-haired demon with black ends and a matching red, striped suit. You swear that you could see the demon's wide grin despite being far away. Now that you realize it, you only heard Alastor's voice from his broadcast earlier and didn't know what he looked like.

“I sensed my name being mentioned multiple times. Am I needed for some kind of assistance?” The demon spoke with the same voice you heard earlier, complete with the radio effect.

You were too thunderstrucked to do anything but stare. Feelings well up inside of you, happiness, hope, sadness, grief, nostalgia—everything came crashing down like a tidal wave. You snapped out of your trance and muttered his name.

“Alastor.”

Barely audible, but you know the demon across you heard it. 

The Radio Demon quickly looked to where his name came from, and in almost a millisecond, his ever-smiling lips were about to drop.

“(Y/N).”

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“Dang, nevah seen Alastor drop his smile before,” the tall spider-like creature whispered to the bartender. The bartender didn't comment back.

The room went silent for a minute before the Radio Demon snapped his fingers and teleported to you, his usual smile coming back.

“Where are my manners? Why, everyone, I'm pleased to introduce to all of you a dear friend of mine.” He put his hands on your shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. “Everyone, (Y/N). (Y/N), everyone.” He gestured his hands as if presenting you.

You waved to everyone shyly and looked at Alastor with concern, taking in all his new features. His tanned skin is now gray; his brown hair is now red, black, and longer; and he is studded with short antlers. And are those his ears? Still, he wore his signature color of crimson red despite having a completely different complexion.

“It's getting late now, and I'm sure our new guest here is tired from traveling all the way here. We'll surely explain in the morning. In the meantime, carry on with your activities with our serpent guest,” he said, snapping his fingers with his other hand secured on your waist and teleporting both of you somewhere.

“Wai-,” a voice tried to stop you. “-t, Alastor! ”

“Welp, there goes Strawberry Pimp and his girlfriend,” Angel Dust said.

“You really think that woman is his girlfriend? Who in the right mind would even want to date Alastor?” Husk asked.

“You saw how shocked he was to see her. And besides, that gals' got moxie; I could sense it. Kinda in an “opposite attract” way,” the spider-demon replied. The bartender beside him snickered and pondered.

“We should be careful though. I think Alastor's little “friend” is suspicious,” Vaggie said.

“How come? ”The blonde replied.

“She's human, and I don't think she's disguising,” the shorter, white-haired woman said.

“She's human?! OMG, I always wanted to see and meet a human! I can't wait till morning. I want to meet her so badly, and I think that this is an opportunity to get to know Alastor more through his friend!” Charlie cheered.

“Calm down, sweetie. We still have to accommodate Sir Pentious here,” Vaggie replied. 

You stumbled forward once you arrived at an unknown place that Alastor transported you to. He quickly tightens his grip on your waist to prevent your fall. Shaking the dizziness off you, you step back and look at the man in front of you and your environment. It must be one of the rooms in the hotel, but is that a forest? You were about to comment on that, but you locked eyes with the demon in front of you once more. He appears to be waiting for you to speak, with his hands behind his back holding his staff, a wide toothless smile, and relaxed eyebrows.

Feelings welled up once more, and your eyes started to water. You're as beautiful as the day I lost you, You wanted to say, but you choked on your sobs and felt wetness on your cheeks. You lowered your head and placed a hand on your lips to stop yourself from sobbing.

The demon was taken aback and quickly grabbed both of your shoulders and bent to your eye level. “(Y/N), dear, look at me,” he said with such softness despite sounding like a person speaking from a radio. You stared back at his red eyes. “What's wrong, darling?” He then proceeded to press you against his chest, and he held your head and back.

After what seemed like an eternity, you calmed down and spoke, “You know, before your passing, I was mentally preparing myself to see you grow old.” Alastor said nothing, but his grip tightened around you. “Back then, those were the thoughts that kept me up at night. Seeing everyone I love grow old, especially you, Seeing you slowly lose your youth, your appearance and voice changing, I imagined it. But you left suddenly, Alastor. You left too soon. You didn't say goodbye, and you left me and your mother.” Your hands gripped the fabric of his suit from the sides, your forehead resting on his chest, your eyes looking down.

Alastor released you from his hold, his arms dropping from his sides. You look up at the demon, your face sparkling from your tears. Despite having a smile on his face, you could still sense his true emotion, concern, and guilt. “I'm sorry, my dear. I wasn't careful, and what I did must've broken you. I'm sorry,” he said, placing his hands on your cheeks and wiping away your tears.

You smiled and grabbed his hands to remove them from your face. “I'm glad to see you again. I missed you so much, Al.”

“I missed you too, darling,” he said. “However, I hate to break the drama, but I must ask about the elephant in the room: What are you doing here in Hell?” He began to walk towards the couch in his room, gesturing for you to follow and sit beside him. You sat beside him, and with a snap of his fingers, a tea set was placed on the table and in his hands, holding a teacup.

“Well, I bought this old book and read an incantation about creating a portal to hell. I didn't expect it to work! I then heard you on the radio a while back in that city outside and came here to find you,” you said, your voice clear and not cracking anymore.

“Hmm, usually, summoning books don't work anymore just by incantation; have you used blood or any ritual requirements such as herbs or dead animals?”

“No, I was casually reading the book,” you said, but pondered. “But now that I think of it, I might've stained the book with my blood after scratching myself with a broken vase.”

“And you being immortal might have been a reason why the incantation worked,” he added.

You placed your hands on your face. “That might be it,” you groaned. “Can you help me get back? ”

“I could try. However, I am unfamiliar with the magic of summonings, especially across the living world. I am a relatively new demon here, and usually, demons that are ancient are the ones being summoned, as they are depicted in scripture. I usually tend my business just within Hell, and I haven't made my appearance on Earth,” he said before taking a sip of his tea.

“What am I going to do?” You said, still with hands on your face.

“Well, dear. You could stay here at our lovely hotel for the time being. Surely, nothing wrong will happen to you with your ability to not die and with yours truly as your best friend!," he said with his usual cheeriness. You told yourself to get used to his unusual enthusiasm and wide smile.

“I suppose I don't have any other choice,” you said, leaning back. “Are you really sure I could stay here? ”

“Of course! Have I not told you? I co-own this establishment along with Charlie Morningstar, whom you met a while ago.”

“Thanks, Al. I have a question, though: do you think we should tell them about my, um, immortality? ”

“To avoid any suspicions from them, I suppose we should. Maybe they can help you find the origin of your ability as well. Charlie is immortal herself, but that is the product of her being the daughter of the King of Hell himself.”

“I don't want to cause any burden, though, so can I at least do some chores or do anything to help? ”

“Of course, my dear. I’m sure Charlie has a job for you. I heard that she's very curious about humans, and you still bearing that nature could help her with her goals.”

“What exactly is that and this hotel ordeal? ”

Alastor then proceeds to explain to you the purpose of the hotel and the conflict between Heaven and Hell. As a non-believer, despite your mother being religious, you were appalled to know about the mere truth of their existence and the tensions between them. 

After chatting for a bit, Alastor must have sensed your fatigue and offered you to either sleep in his room or the room next to his.

“I think I should sleep in a separate room; no offense, Al.”

“Non taken! Now, Let's change your clothes to something more comfortable,” he snapped his fingers, and your dirty hoodie and sweatpants are now discarded and replaced with pajamas of your favorite color. “I'll have Niffty wash them for you, my dear. Now let's get to your room.”

The room was similar to Alastor’s minus the forest, which you forgot to ask him about. You turned back to Alastor and bid your thanks and good nights. He returned the comment by bidding you good night as well. Lying on the soft queen's-size bed, you tried your best to think about what would happen tomorrow, but you quickly fell asleep from fatigue. 

Back in his room, lights dimly lit. Alastor paced back and forth, heels clicking and a hand on his chin. Eyebrows furrowed and the other hand gripping his staff. 

"Faith must be toying with me," he chuckled. "After my seven years absence, you came unexpectedly in my life once more. I apologize in advance my dear, I'm not the same man I was 90 years ago. I am the Radio Demon now. You will know and witness the horrible things that I have done and will do. My plans will not be ruined because of your mere presence."

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Despite the exhaustion from yesterday's events, your body managed to wake up quickly. You thought that it was probably because of the new environment you were in. Speaking of, you guessed that hell neither has a sunrise nor a sunset, as the pertinent pentagram on the sky and moon is the same as the one you saw yesterday. Maybe because of your focus on the giant pentagram, you missed the glowing orb with swirls across the moon. That must be heaven, you thought. But pondering how astronomy works in this realm will not help you in your current situation. You decided to get out of bed and stretch a little. Your hoodie and sweatpants are clean and neatly folded on one of the chairs in the room. Grabbing the hoodie, you ventured out of your room. 

Upon carefully closing the door behind you, a voice chirped across the hall. “Waking too soon, dear? ”Your old friend greeted you, still wearing that fancy red suit of his.

“Oh, hey, Al. Yeah, um, I did sleep a bit. I was getting stuffy inside, so I figured to walk around,” you replied, still in a haze of sleep.

“Ah, still curious, I see. Never change a little (Y/N),” he said while approaching you. “You must be famished! I deeply apologize for not inviting you to eat last night. How rude of me. Come now, let’s make breakfast.”

The radio demon offered his arm to you, which you took hold of. The red-haired demon talked about the history of the hotel on your way to the kitchen. It was an estate owned by the royal family, Charlie’s parents, which explains the pictures of her with people in fancy dresses and suits on the walls. Charlie then inherited the property and repurposed it at a rehabilitation center for sinners. But the title “rehabilitation center” was too explicit, so she made the establishment a hotel in the hopes that patrons would only be temporary residents as they would be redeemed. You are still confused about the idea of redemption, and you hoped to have clarification upon meeting the princess.

“Here we are, darling. What do you crave for? We have bufo eggs, centaur’s meat, and, ooh, venison, a personal favorite of mine,” he said while holding out the samples.

You physically cringed and backed away. “Do you have any, uh, non-exotic, human-friendly type of food?” You were actually very hungry now.

"Well, I suppose we have chicken eggs and bread here,” he said while looking around.

You said that it would suffice, and you proceeded to toast the bread with butter while you fried the eggs. You asked Alastor if he would like some, but he refused kindly, as he would be having that plateful of venison in the fridge. Once done, you placed your meal on the kitchen counter. Alastor joined you with the uncooked venison, which he heated slightly using his powers to defrost and warm up the meat a little. You stared at him confusingly as you took a forkful of your eggs.

“Want some, (Y/N)?” He asked innocently, as if taunting you.

You shook your head. “You're eating it raw?” You hoped your comment didn’t offend the demon beside you.

“Why? yes! Being a demon enables one to have unique capabilities far from human ones, like eating raw meat and consuming other types of meat,” he said in the last part menacingly. “I do personally enjoy the natural flavors of freshly killed meat. I hunt them myself on some occasions.“

You had a hard time swallowing your meal and asked Alastor if they had coffee. To help you digest your food after the demon's tale of his food preferences, a hot drink is a must.

Not long after, the residents of the hotel started to wake up. Charlie and the shorter, gray-skinned demon that questioned you yesterday came into the kitchen. 

“Good morning, Al, and a wonderful morning to you (Y/N), our newest resident!” If sunshine and rainbows were a person, you least expected them to be a demon who is the daughter of Lucifer himself. The white-haired demon didn't say anything and went straight ahead to make some coffee.

Alastor told Charlie that you would be speaking to them about your situation once everyone was gathered. So after finishing breakfast, you went back to your room to change your clothes. The radio demon had told you that he had prepared a set of clothes for you to wear, which you are very thankful for. You have no idea how he did it, but with everything that has happened, magical powers are the only answer. You smiled at the idea that Alastor seemed to remember the everyday clothes you wore back in the 20s and 30s and your favorite color. It consisted of a collared dress with puffy sleeves and a belt. Wearing it with your sneakers was a bit weird, but hey! Sneakers are comfy.

You went back down to the lobby to see that everyone had already woken up: the cat-like demon downing a bottle of booze, the spider-like demon drinking coffee, the short, one-eyed demon devouring a piece of meat with bare hands, and the snake-like creature eating a bowl of cereal. Charlie and Vaggie, the white-haired demon that was introduced to you earlier, were with the group as well. Alastor was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. Once in front of everyone, you felt your palms sweat out of the tension you felt. You looked at your dear friend, who was now sitting on one of the couches in the room. 

With a quick inhale and exhale, you gathered yourself to introduce yourself. “So, umm, hi everyone,” you awkwardly waved and smiled. “I'm (Y/N), a friend of Alastor back when he was, umm...,” you paused, ”...alive? And you must be wondering why I look human. Well, it is because I am one; I am still human and pretty much alive, I think. I kind of, sort of am immortal? and I am 126 years old, the last time I checked.”

The demons in front of you, who were half awake when you started, have your full attention now. With mouths agape and eyes wide, they questioned you. 

“How are you immortal? ”The spider-demon quickly asked.

“I actually have no idea where I got my immortality,” you said briefly.

“Are you a witch, an eldritch being, a vampire, or somethin'?” The spider-demon replied.

“Uhh, I don’t really know. I just discovered one day, with Al, that I can regenerate, and over time I stopped aging. I kind of just bear it, no biggie.”

“I only know a few beings that are immortal: me, my parents, some of my relatives in heaven, and a few nobles here in hell,” Charlie commented with a pondering look on her face. “Oh! That must explain why you survived being here in hell. You know, the environment here is not very human-friendly, and inhaling the air here can actually combust your lungs. But hey! You're still alive, yey!”

You stared at her in shock, unable to reply. “Nonetheless, I expect all of you that whatever we speak here today shall remain only in this room, understood?” Alastor interjected and briefly turned into something monstrous at his last comment. Everyone nodded nervously. "My dear friend's existence shall also remain within this hotel. If a single word about it got out, I am sure you know the consequences," the Radio Demon continued. Alastor then gave you a supportive smile. You forced yourself to smile back at his "friendly" offer of security.

The demons then introduced themselves. After that, you proceed to tell them how you got transported here. Charlie reassured you that she’ll do anything to help you get back, once she knows how to do it.

“Usually, it’s the other way around. You know, demons are being summoned to Earth and all. But a spell that could transport a human here in Hell is plausible, as it can be the other way around. But don't worry (Y/N), while you're here, you can help us with our goal of redemption.”

You were now sitting with Alastor at this point, and everyone looked at the princess in question.

“You see, all of you were once humans before, right? You may have lost some of your humanity after being turned into a demon, but I believe that little humanity is still there! Providing potential for you to do good deeds that will lead you to redemption,” the blonde princess said enthusiastically. 

“How can I help, exactly?” You asked.

“You (Y/N) can bring out the humanity in them. Tell them stories about your experience on Earth, conduct activities that you humans do, and ultimately just be human around them. By doing all of that, they can reminisce and remember the times when they were humans and do good human actions after!”

Everyone thought about it and agreed. Alastor also approved of the idea. Vaggie, on the other hand, was somewhat nervous but quiet.

“What do you say, (Y/N)? My people need a second chance; they are all still worthy of being redeemed and going to heaven. Will you help us, Y/N”

You were mentally preparing yourself last night that you're going to help Alastor and his hotel, so ultimately, “Yes, I’ll help you, Charlie. But please don't raise high expectations from me.”

The demon princess got up and went straight to hug you. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you (Y/N). Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel family! ”

Chapter Text

Today was eventful, to say the least. It was entirely different from what your everyday life looks like. Back home, Earth, you have a strict schedule for yourself to balance your work-life agenda, which consists of having a definite plan for the day. What can you say? Being able to live this long makes you organized and ready for whatever mishaps or sudden changes may occur, such as witnessing an accident or watching a spontaneous concert at a local underground cafe. Currently, however, you have decided to be reserved for a bit, observing your new acquaintances. 

The demon princess decided to give you a personal tour of the hotel along with the new resident named Sir Pentious. The other sinners, particularly Angel Dust, have work today. He was a porn star, which you thought was fitting because of his appearance and personality. You also mentally took note of the difference between sinners and demons, as you addressed them before as demons. Alastor was still holding a radio broadcast, so he was up in his tower once he handed you over to the princess. Husk was at the bar, though you're not quite sure what he'll do for the rest of the day considering the other residents are busy. Niffty, the one-eyed energetic maid was up and about cleaning. And Vaggie, the demon princess’ girlfriend, has joined the tour with you. 

“So, (Y/N), what is Earth like?," she asked. Your group was climbing up the stairs at this point. 

“Oh! Earth is constantly changing. I mean, about a decade ago, we only had keypad phones, and now even televisions have touchscreens. The evolution of technology is what I think is its most noticeable change,” you replied.

“I see, you know, Hell is not different. Having young sinners arriving every day, we also have what I think is technology similar to yours,” she replied, handing over her phone.

“Woah, it really is similar,” you said, returning the device.

“But I must warn you, the Overlord that manages the cell service and practically every technology in this ring is a bit of a control freak. I heard that he's kind of the rival of Alastor. So just to be a warning, don't interact with anything related to VoxTek.” 

“Noted.”

“So here we are in the library of the hotel; anyone can browse any book you'd like. But I think there might be cursed ones, but what the heck, I'm sure it will be nothing.” 

You entered the room and took a mental note of sections that might be useful to you, both about how to get back and about your immortality. The serpent sinner went to the history section and took out a book. Charlie asked about it. 

“Whattya got there, Sir Pent? ”

"Oh, it’s nothing. Just some books from my era,” the serpent replied.

“Could you tell us more about your time on Earth? ,” the blonde demon asked.

“Well, I do have some tales to tell,” he said bashfully.

“Come on, Sir Pentious, we want to get to know you better. Right Vaggie, (Y/N)? ”

“I suppose,” the one-eyed sinner replied.

“Yeh, I'm curious as well, Sir Pentious,” you replied.

“Very well then.”

Sir Pentious was an inventor during his time in the Victorian era. He has made numerous projects that have led him to be one of the profound mechanics that caused the Industrial Revolution. However, his inventions were destructive and caused mass destruction and casualties. He then proceeded to make weaponry and supply their local army with weapons. His creations were also the reason for his death. And his being here in Hell is the consequence of his inventions. 

“That's actually really cool!” You commented. “I mean, you probably invented some of the pioneering devices that led to today’s modern technology. Why are you not in the history books?”

“Well, I'd rather not take the spotlight back then, and people were hunting me down, so I kept a low profile.” 

“Still, it’s still quite amazing of you, Sir Pentious, and I’m glad to see you still having that passion for creating,” Charlie replied.

“I do have to admit, it is surprising that you were successful when you were alive,” Vaggie remarked with her usual tone of voice.

"Uh, sure, I'm not sure about what you mean, but thank you all for your kind words. I still try my best and make a mark despite being a sinner.”

“Sure you are, Sir Pent. Now, let's get the tour going.” 

Charlie pointed out the respective rooms of the hotel residents. Once I arrived at Sir Pentious' door, his Egg Boiz was just waking up. You thought that they were cute, but it got you curious if they were sinners or demons. The Egg Boiz joined your group, and you arrived at the floor where your room is, across from Alastor's. 

“So here we are at (Y/N)’s room. To officially commemorate your stay, here is your hotel key, (Y/N).” Charlie handed you a plain black key, but once you grabbed it, it changed to your favorite color and a design unique to you. “Open your room. I'm so excited to see it! ”

You didn’t know what the demon princess meant, but you put the key in the key hole and turned on your knob. You expected it to be the same as when you woke up, but it was different. It was your apartment room back home, but with a couple of changes. The bed, the flooring, and even your bean bag were there. But some furniture from your past houses and apartments was there. 

You stepped inside, awestruck. “How is this even possible?” You asked, looking around at your new room.

“That's one of the magics of this hotel. To make sinners feel comfortable, every room here is unique and fits to their liking. And wait, is this what a human room looks like? It looks so cozy and modern. Can I look around?" The blonde replied.

“Yeh, pretty much every average apartment looks like this. And of course, you can look around,” you gesture, offering the group to stroll around your room. 

The Egg Boiz were jumping up and down your bed. Sir Pentious was looking at the trinkets displayed on your shelf. Vaggie was with Charlie, looking at the framed pictures hanging on your wall.

“Is this you (Y/N)? Where is this?” The princess asked.

“Yeh, that's in some amusement park 5 years ago,” you smiled at the memory. It was your last day in that place, so you took the chance to make the most of it. 

“Who are you with?”

“I was alone there, but it was fine. I enjoyed the rides and food nonetheless.”

“Don't you have any friends to spend moments like this with?," she asked, with an evident sadness in her tone that you noticed.

“I have friends back home. Despite them being temporary in my life, I genuinely do appreciate them. I realized that,” you said and told them to wait. You rummaged around one of your drawers to find a particular album, and alas! It was there.

You sat down on your bed, Charlie beside you, and Vaggie on the princess’ other side. Sir Pentious joined and sat next to you. The egg boiz was on your laps. You showed them pictures of your travels and the people you met. Their names were written, and the album seemed more like a scrapbook with things like movie tickets, dried flowers, and letters surrounding your pictures. You told them stories about your friends from the different decades in which you met them. It was nostalgic to see this old album again. It was one of your oldest properties. 

“Do you miss them?” Sir Pentious asked.

Surprised to hear him ask, you replied, “I do; I miss them dearly. But that's just part of life, I guess, seeing your loved ones come by and go.”

Everyone felt silent. They cannot empathize with you as they aren't in your shoes. The two sinners don't know what it's like to live that long on Earth and be able to outage them. The demon princess, despite being immortal herself, can't either. She was surrounded by people who are immortal as well as her subjects, who have long lifespans. 

“I don’t know if it can help (Y/N), but if it's comfortable with you and if it is allowed, you can stay with us here for as long as you like. At least you don’t have to move ever so often, and you can have us and Alastor again as your friends!” Charlie smiled and patted your shoulder.

“Thank you, Charlie. What you're doing now is already too much. I am beyond grateful. Still, it is too much to comprehend. The thought of Hell being real is still making me question the reality I believed in.”

“Don't mention it. Well, I think we'll go now and leave you be. Explore your new room. Just give us a holler if you need anything. Oh, and by the way, drinks at Husk's stand are free, so feel free to drink there.”

The group was already exiting your room. They bid their goodbyes, and you did as well. That left you and your room alone. You kept the album once again and took in the sight of your new room. You guessed that everything in here was just a replica of your actual ones back home. You wondered what your real room was doing now. You paid your rent in advance, so you think that your apartment will be okay. You glanced and saw the radio you brought about three days ago. Oh, how fast the events were. You grabbed it and tried to turn it on, and to your surprise, it did. The sound of the familiar radio host once again filled your ears. Alastor was talking about some news about the Pride ring, but you didn't pay much attention to the content. You were immersed in every syllable the radio host was pronouncing, the Louisianan accent he still wore that you had already lost from years of traveling, and the cool and smooth voice that made you reminisce about your early life. Suddenly, you were on the ground, sitting, your eyes staring into nothingness as tears stained your cheeks. You missed this, you missed him, and you missed Alastor. Reality once again struck you: it has been decades since you last saw him, and now you're with him again. He hasn’t changed at all, but you have. You greatly have. Worries and anxiety flooded you, and the burden of your curse weighed heavier once more. With your body curled up now, you hoped that everything would be okay again once you opened your eyes. 

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You didn't fall asleep. As the sound of the radio came to an end, you picked yourself up and fixed your appearance. For a moment, you thought that you were back at your actual apartment. But alas, this room you were standing in was just a replica. Every nook was the same, even that pile of hairfall in that one corner that you always forgot to clean out. So, with that reminder, you decided to tidy up a bit, seeing that other residents of the hotel might take an interest in visiting you. 

After a while, you have finished up and taken a shower in your bedroom's bathroom, which is still the same as the one from Earth. Once finished, you put on some loose shirts and pants that will be your nightwear later on, but it is still decent to go around the hotel. You were planning on having some dinner in the kitchen and paying a visit to Husk's bar by the lobby. 

Even though the radio show of your dear friend has ended, you haven't seen the Radio Demon since this morning. But, come to think of it, Alastor did like to work over time, either writing scripts or just doing some other business. 

Thankfully, there was decent food in the fridge that you were sure could be digested by your human stomach. You arrived not long after finishing your meal in the lobby, with Husk polishing some glassware. He saw you quickly and put the glassware on the shelf behind you.

“Hi, good evening, Husk,” you greeted.

“Evening, what brings you here?,” he asked nonchalantly. You almost want to back out, seeing that he isn't in the mood.

“Nothing; I just needed a drink. After all this, I really need one,” you said honestly. Anyone who has been isekai’d to a brand new realm could really use some kicks.

"Uh-huh, I see. How ‘bout a wild card? I'll cook up something nice for you. What do you say?,” he said with a better tone than a while ago.

“Yeah sure. Surprise me,” you smiled at his offer. Maybe he isn't that stoic after all. Charlie said that he acts like an old geezer, kill-joy and all. She also mentioned that Alastor owns his soul. You didn't ask more about it, but it left you confused. You didn't pry much, as it appeared to be private.

“Here you go, miss,” he offered you the concoction. It was a martini with fruit to your liking. You doubted for a second; he might've spiked it, but you were reminded that Alastor is your friend, and Husk would not take that chance to poison the Radio Demon's dear friend.

With a sniff and a lift to your mouth, you took a sip. It was definitely strong, but it had a sweet aftertaste. “It’s good! Thank you, Husk.”

“Don't mention it.” 

For a moment, there was awkwardness between the two of you. But eventually Husk broke the silence. “Hey, if it isn't too much to ask, how’d you and Alastor meet?”

There it was. You were anticipating that he'd question you and your relationship with Alastor. “It’s fine. Uhh, we were childhood best friends when we were little.”

“I see. I don't know what's more believable, you being immortal or Alastor having a friend like you. Not to judge and all, but you seem clean.”

He was right; you are. You were cautious and avoided having a criminal record. Though you change your name from time to time, you were not taking the chances. “Yeah, I'm a goody two shoes,” you mumbled sarcastically.

“Well, at least you had an interesting childhood.”

“Not really; I think it's average,” you said, taking a sip. “Actually, between Al and I, I was the troublemaker. He was so clean and neat. I mean, he still is now, but you will not see a bruise on his knee or dirt on his face.”

“No shit,” he chuckled. “Alastor, the Radio Demon Overlord, was timid as a child,” he said with a bit of mockery.

“Yeh, there was this one time when we were like 10 and 8 years old, and we were attempting to climb a tall tree at a local park. Al was too scared to climb that tree, but I eventually persuaded him. I had to help him climb up, despite being smaller. I could still remember the view we had, and it was worth it. Once done and I was on the ground again, Al couldn't go down; he was clinging to that branch like a koala,” you chuckled. “I had to ask some gentleman to help him climb down. He was so embarrassed, he was covering his face on the way home! ”

“As much as your story sounds cute and all, it is still hard to believe that that was Alastor,” Husk replied.

“Well, despite all that, he was a troubled kid. I pity him for it. It's too personal, though. I don't think Al would want anyone to know. I hope you understand.”

“Hmm, fine, I understand.”

*Bang*

The sound of a gun filled the air, and birds flew away as leaves fell from the trees where they were initially residing. The man holding up the gun smirked as he saw a fawn drop to the ground. The 8-year-old boy beside him, who was holding up the case of the shot gown, was still trembling from the sound. 

“Come now, let us retrieve our prize,” the man said as he was venturing deeper into the forest towards the now-dead fawn.

The little boy followed suit. He had no choice. All of the male staff in the mansion were out as they were celebrating something, probably a birthday. That left Alastor as the only boy that the padrone would use as a lackey. The man came home fuming; it must have been a bad day at work. As a routine, he would go to the nearby forest to hunt and let off some steam. Despite Mrs. Heartfelt's disapproval, she also had no other choice but to let her son come with the padrone to hunt.

“You see here, boy, right in the head.” The man crouched down to flip over the dead animal before him.

“Isn't it a little too young?,” the young boy meekly said.

“Haha! A little too young? Boy, this is an animal. It is part of its fate as a low-lying creature. To shoot this accurately is an achievement. Such a small fawn it is, and right on the forehead at that!," The man boasted.

The boy didn't say anything. He was feeling guilty and felt pity for the fawn. 

“The number one rule in hunting is to never feel sorry for your prey. If you want to survive this world, be the hunter rather than the prey. Remember that?,” the man looked straight into the boy's eyes. The young boy was terrified, but he took the man's words to heart. “Now help me chop off its part; get that sack in that bag's pocket.”

The man then proceeds to teach the young boy how to chop off the parts of the fawn. Every part, inside and out, the man knew. The man taught the little boy the proper way to slice, where to find a specific organ, and how to drain the blood. The boy was initially disgusted, but eventually his curiosity overpowered him.

After sacking the chopped fawn, the pair went to hunt again. This time, it was the little boy holding the gun, who was almost the same height as him. “Now, aim straight and hold your breath before pulling the trigger,” the man behind the boy said.

With a target in sight and a big breath, the boy pulled the trigger, and a squeak was heard from a distance. “Not bad, kid,” the man said proudly. “Now, go and get your prize.”

The boy was smiling wide as he handed over the gun to the man and went to the slumped animal. It was a bunny. The boy was no longer feeling any sympathy and grabbed the bloodied animal by its ears, almost skipping out of joy as he ran back to his padrone.

A moment later, Angel Dust was at the front door. He was stretching his back, and evident tiredness was written all over his face. He then saw the two of you and went straight to join you.

“Good evenin',” the spider sinner greeted.

“Hi Angel. How was work?,” You asked.

“Ugh, my shit-ass boss made me make three movies straight. I could really use a drink,” he said as he winked towards the cat sinner on the opposite side of the counter.

With a muttered curse word, the cat sinner proceeds to make the porn star a drink. “So whattya talkin' about?," The spider sinner sat down beside you, long legs crossed.

“Nothing, Husk got curious about my relationship with Al,” you said.

“Ohoh, speakin’ of which, is there something between you and the Radio Demon? ”He was leaning with a hand on his chin and a lusty smirk on his lips.

“Ah! No, Al and I are just really good friends, nothing more,” you said, feeling embarrassed.

"Yah, sure, toots? I sense fondness in the way Smiles looks at you,” Angel Dust took a sip of his drink now that Husk was here.

“Really, there’s nothing between us,” you sighed, “I mean, I do adore him, he was my best friend, and I'd be lying if I said that I didn't have a tiny crush growing up. All the girls our age were head over heels because of his looks and appeal. If you could see him in his prime, you'd understand me. Oh wait! I do have a picture of him with me.” You quickly pulled out your phone and removed the case. You picked up one of the photos to show it to the two sinners. It was an old black-and-white photo of Alastor. Despite its color, you remembered that he wore his white shirt and rusty red vest that he usually wore every day when he took that photo. He was posing a toothless smile, his glasses on his almost half-lidded eyes. Despite being an old photo, it was in mint condition.

“Hot damn, he was hot!,” Angel Dust exclaimed. 

You chuckled and kept the photo in your phone case again. “Well, that's Al. Well, nothing much has changed in his appearance as a demon, I guess.”

“I'd prefer him as a human. At least, he appears good-lookin’ as he kills people,” the porn star replied. “Did you know he was a serial killer?,” he said with a more serious tone and worry.

You sighed, “Yeh, I know.”

“And you were okay with that?," The bartender joined the conversation.

“Of course not! But what else can I do? He… He has his own different way of justice, I guess. I tried to talk to him about it but he always dismisses me, saying that I couldn't understand. So, I let him be, despite it being dangerous. And I was right! It was the cause of his demise. It did not affect our friendship though. However, at first, I did feel quite uneasy, but the man needed a friend, so there I was staying by his side,” you looked away and took a sip of your drink.

“And you didn't fuck?,” you choked on your drink at Angel's reply.

“Angel!,” Husk growled at the porn star.

“What? I was just askin',” the porn star playfully pouted.

After you had recovered, face red, you replied, “Alastor was different from the men I knew back then. He told me that he didn't want to settle in or have a family. He was satisfied with where he was as a radio host and a killer. As the years go by and being here now in the 21st century, I assumed that he's just asexual and aromantic, which I was respectful of.”

It was both you and Alastor's day off from your respective works, you being a writer and him being a radio host. It has been a couple of months since the incident in the mansion, and you two are now financially stable. Alastor and his mom lived in a small house in a rural part of New Orleans, and your apartment was just a few blocks away, near the city proper. Despite Mrs. Heartfelt’s offer to live with them, you refused kindly, not wanting to bother them.

You invited Al to have lunch and go for a little walk at the local park where you played as kids. After knowing that you were immortal, you took every chance to spend time with your loved ones, especially Alastor.

At the park, you were strolling at a slow pace. You were happily listening to your dear friend as he gossiped about something at his work. You were chuckling when an old couple passed by the two of you.

The woman told her husband, “Just like us when we were young, right, dear?”

The old man chuckled, put his hand over his wife's shoulder, and muttered, I love you.

You and Alastor went silent. It was not surprising that people mistaken you for a couple. Even your co-workers tease you when Al visits you in your workplace, bringing his mother's cooking and having lunch together, or when he picks you up and walks you to your apartment.

You reached a shaded bench on a small hilltop with a view of the whole park. It was your spot with Alastor whenever you strolled. 

“Hey Al,” you called out to the man beside you who was mindlessly looking at your view. His usual tense shoulder slumped on the back rest.

“Yes, my dear (Y/n),” he said, turning his attention to you. 

“Have you imagined yourself growing old with someone?” 

“I suppose I haven't thought of it. Hmm, I don’t. I have no interest in engaging in such trivial manners,” he replied.

“Oh,” was your only response to him.

“Have you? Well, minus the part about you not growing old. Have you taken an interest in someone to make you ask such a question?”

“No, I-. I’m not interested in someone at the moment,” after hearing his reply, you decided to lie. You did, you have taken an interest in someone, and that someone is the man you are talking to right now. “Besides, I think I can't let myself fall in love, seeing as it will be hard with me being immortal,” you sighed.

“My dear, don't frown. If you want to fall in love, then fall. I may not give the best advice on this matter, seeing that I do not understand the concept of romantic feelings, but I want you to not be worried about your condition as an immortal. Do not let that hinder you from whatever it is your heart desires,” he smiled genuinely at you.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you stared at his hazelnut eyes. He was beautiful, you thought. You smiled back and replied, “I'll try not to worry too much. Thank you, Al. I'm glad you're still my friend.”

"Likewise, my dear, likewise.”

Chapter Text

After what seems like 3 hours of conversing with the two sinners, you head back to your room. Despite wanting to help Husk clean up, he told you that he could manage. Both you and Angel walked to your respective rooms and bid your goodnights to each other. As you walk to the hall of your room, you spot a familiar red suit on the other side of the hall. You could barely see with the dim lights, so you used your phone's flashlight to navigate the hall. As you were about to point the flashlight at the scene in front of you, you were startled as Alastor was transported to your side.

“Good evening, (Y/-”

“HOLY SHIT!,” you dropped your phone and punched his side as reflex.

"Ah, you know how to curse. Good for you,” Alastor, the gentleman he is, picked up your phone and handed it to you. “I must say, that was a strong hit.”

“Sheesh, you startled me, Al! Don't ever do that again,” you said, taking your phone back. 

“That I cannot promise,” he chuckled at your expression. He enjoyed the way you speak, having lost that Louisianan accent from your travels. "Oh, I almost forgot. Charlie has told me that your room has already been transformed to your liking. May I request a little tour? We can also 'catch up,' as you haven't told me about where you've been in the last 90 years,” he said with air quotes, attempting to use slang.

“Yeh sure!”, You both walked towards your room. “It's similar to my apartment's room on Earth,” you opened your room and let Alastor inside.

“My, it looks modern,” he said, similar to Charlie's comment. He quickly spotted the radio on your nightstand and went over it without hesitation. You closed the door and went beside him, sitting on your bed. “Where did you get this? ”

“I bought it at a local antique shop back home. It surprisingly works. It must've caught your radio show's frequency.”

“I see. I haven't seen an authentic model of this brand for quite some time. It is nice to know that modern people still value such things.”

You nod in agreement. Alastor then placed the radio back in its original position and got up and questioned every knick-knack you have on display. 

“That's a pendulum, Al.”

“That's my laptop.”

"Ah, please be careful! That's a Lego model of the Eiffel Tower.”

“That's an action figure from an anime.”

“What's an anime?”

“Oh, boy.”

You chuckled at every question he asked. It was cute seeing him observe the trinkets in your room, his eyes squinting and holding up the object he questions. He then quietly observed the pictures you have on your wall. He didn’t comment on them, which was a surprise. He just had a calm look on his face, teeth unbared but lips still curved. “You look happy in these photos.”

You joined him and looked at the picture in question. “Hmm, I try to be,” you replied.

“Is it hard?," he questioned, an unusual concern in his tone.

“Hmm?”

“Is it hard to bear it, your immortality? And the life it comes with? ”

“I-uhh,” you didn't expect Alastor to pose such a sudden question. I'll be straightforward, it is. It's hard, and I try not to worry too much. But before, the first time I moved to an entirely different place, it was hard adjusting, meeting new people, and entirely living on my own. But work kept me busy. I had to work twice as I lack experience. Wars came, drought, climate change, and fuckin' inflation! Ugh, don't get me started on that. Recently, there was a pandemic. I got infected with the virus, but I was asymptomatic. I was sick, but not for long. All of Earth was in lockdown for 2 years, and it was miserable, even for me, who is constantly moving. But I managed, I tried to see the brighter side of everything, I suppose. Appreciate the little things and just be thankful for “everyday.” You stopped your mini-ramble. You usually talk about this alone with only yourself; it was weird saying all of this to someone.

“Well, I am glad to see you survive all those things. You're one of the strongest people I know! Take that as a compliment from one of the most powerful overlords here in Hell. Life on Earth must have been tougher and tougher, though.”

“It is, but there are still improvements that make it easy. Technology, for example,” you waved your phone to him. “Education has been more inclusive. I enrolled in several open universities that I stumbled across. It's comforting to know how equality has shaped through the years. Speaking of which, do you have a phone, Al? I already got Charlie's and Angel's numbers, and Charlie said to not worry about the cell service as long as I got someone's number.”

“I'm afraid I do not engage in such technology. I'm an old-school demon. I’m satisfied with pen and letters and, of course, magic.”

"Ah, I see. Still,  there's no harm in using it.”

“Dear, we're in hell. There’s a respective overlord controlling every medium, device, sector, and whatnot. I suggest you be careful. Especially with televisions and cameras.”

“And you're the overlord that controls the radio? ”

"Exactly, and radio waves and frequency. Of course, there's more to my powers, but that is the gist.”

“And the TV guy you talked to the other day was the overlord for TVs. ”

“Yes, we have a long history together; I would rather not talk about it now.”

"Oh, that's okay,” you snickered. Before you get to ask a question, Alastor beat you again by asking.

“I'm curious, would you like to tell me about your travels? What places have you been to, and what occupations have you engaged yourself in?”

It was nice. Having a casual conversation with Al. You lead him by the window sill to sit down and continue your conversation.

"Well, first, after Louisiana, I stayed in Texas for a bit, then moved to California as the salary in that state was high. After saving enough money, I moved to Europe. I stayed there for 25 years, then went to Asia, where I am currently.”

“Surely, you must have enjoyed your travels? ”

“I did, every culture was unique, especially the food. You would've loved the local cuisine, Al. Maybe I can cook sometime.”

“I look forward to that, my dear. And as for your occupations? ”

“After being a writer, I became a dressmaker, then a writer again. I worked briefly in a factory, but health and sanitary standards were off. It was a good thing that they resigned early, as they found out that the chemicals they were using without precaution were toxic. Then what else? Ah, I was a medical assistant, a cashier, a waitress, and a teacher when I forged my identity. Then I was an online consultant and programmer for several companies, where I am currently. I have settled on that job for a long time now since they only need minor credentials and I get to work in the comfort of my home.”

“That surely is a handful. But I see that you're living comfortably,” he gestured to your room.

“Yes, thankfully. I still work hard every day to get by and, of course, buy the things I want, like that anime figurine.”

“You haven't told me what an “anime” is,” he said, a confused look on his face.

“Anime is a piece of media from Japan. Just animations, and they're really popular for their diverse stories.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Maybe we can watch one some other time.”

“Of course! As long as it's with you and human content, not some media from here.”

You chuckled. “You're very cautious, aren’t you? ”

“Of course I am! I'm the Radio Demon after all.”

“How about you? What has happened to you in the last 90 years? ”

“Well, I surely made a grand entrance here in Hell, and I became an Overlord quickly. I made a mark for myself, and soon, all those souls were cowering at my presence,” he said with such pride to himself.

“I don't know what to say.” You suddenly felt a dark aura around him.

“Fret not, my dear. I would never harm you! Oh, maybe some time I can introduce you to some of my other friends here in Hell. I'm sure you'll adore Rosie, a fellow Overlord. She's the Overlord that rules over Cannibals.”

“C-cannibals? Uhh, Alastor dear, you might've forgotten. I'm still uhh.”

“Ah! You’re still human; forgive me,” he chuckled. “Hmm, I might find a way to mask your human scent or conjure up a disguise so that you can explore Hell with me.”

“You would do that? That's sweet of you, Al. But don't worry too much. I don't want to be a bother with your work and everything.”

“Dear, you're the one who's worrying too much. And besides, you were never a bother to me,” he said, looking at you and smiling.

You smiled back and didn't comment; you just stared at him and couldn't help comparing his current form to his human appearance back when he was alive. But this is Alastor now; no matter what has happened, he is still your Alastor.

You didn't sleep well last night. Something kept bothering you and making you feel uncomfortable. Yes, you had insomnia, but this feeling was different. As if there's something that you cannot point out, and that makes you restless. To distract your worried, thoughtless mind, you recalled the events that had happened today.

You followed your usual routine of going to work at the news firm, having lunch with Alastor, and going home with him. There was something odd with Alastor; he was smiling too much. And you know that look—he was scheming something. He had told you that one of his co-workers has been suspecting his odd behavior and has almost connected the lines of the killings in New Orleans. This was not the first time, though; he had multiple acquaintances that questioned him, and he has, multiple times, done his business. 

So now, you were at the local bakery. The cashier has welcomed both of you as frequent customers. Alastor, being in a good mood, treats you to your favorite pastry and drink, with him also buying his own. 

“Good mood, are we?,” you said, your Louisianan accent evident.

“Haha! Seeing right through me,” the 37-year-old man in front of you chuckled before taking a sip of his tea.

“Do I need to ask? ”You have already guessed why the man before you was more cheerful than usual, but as his most trusted friend, he has told you every one of his schemes.

“The boys and I will be going out tonight at a local bar. Arthur, the man I have been telling you about, is engaged. It's lovely, isn't it? Now, despite his efforts to exclude me from this occasion, my other co-workers have insisted that I should come.”

“And? ”You already know where this is going.

“I have something up in my sleeve,” he winked at you.

You looked away and frowned. You were nervous every time we were planning on ending the life of someone. The tanned-skinned man got your attention when he grabbed your hand. “Dear, you're worrying again.” His smile fell.

“You know me, Al. I always get worried. Please just be careful, alright? I don't want to see you behind bars or worse. Promise me you'll be careful.”

“I'm always careful, I promise you. Hmm, how about tomorrow night? We go out dancing at Mimzy's bar. My treat! ”

You loved dancing with him; it was one of your shared hobbies with him that both of you learned growing up. “How can I say no to that? "You beamed. ”I look forward to it.”

“I'll pick you up at 7 in the evening; wear your red dress so that we can be matching.”

“Of course! I loved that dress you gave me.”

He accompanied you back to your apartment, and there was something in the way he smiled and waved goodbye to you. You waited until he was no longer in sight before going into your building.

You sighed, peering at your clock, as it was already 6 a.m. Time to get ready for work.

Once you filed your attendance for the day, your co-workers were whispering about and looking at you. Gosh, there must be another rumor about you and Al going on a date yesterday. Before you could even go to your table, your boss, Mrs. Burton, called you to her office.

“Good morning, (Y/N). Have a seat,” she smiled and went to her desk and sat on her chair.

“Good morning, ma'am,” you replied, arms folded on your lap. You were nervous, and the lack of sleep from last night added to your lightheadedness.

“I will be straightforward, our company has received terrible news about your friend. We know how close the two of you are, so please, if you want to take the day off, you are free to go,” she handed you a drafted newspaper.

Your hands were shaking as you reached out to it, and your stomach dropped once you read the headline.

“RADIO STAR, SHOT DEAD WHILE BURYING A BODY: IS HE THE LOUISIANAN SERIAL KILLER? ”

Your breathing went fast as tears streamed down your cheeks. You read the article meticulously over and over again. You clutched the paper, almost ripping it apart. Then your boss, with a soft voice, asked you. “(Y/N), did you know? ”

You knew what she meant; she was asking if you knew about Alastor being a serial killer. You looked at her and lied, “No, ma'am. I didn't know,” you sobbed and covered your face.

You left the firm after gathering yourself. Your eyes were still red, but you didn't mind. You went to Mrs. Heartfelt's house and told her the news. His mother didn't know about his side job, so you comforted her until the end of the day.

You went to the morgue that night to retrieve Alastor's body, as per his mother’s request. After signing the contract, the mortician accompanied you to his embalming table, where you saw a body covered in white sheets. Gathering up the courage, you removed the white cloth from his face. You saw Alastor's peaceful face, paler, with a hole right on his forehead. You cried once more, kneeling by his bed. You shouted, and your breath became heavier and heavier. The mortician left you to your grieving. You were repeating his name over and over.

“Alastor, Alastor, Alastor...”

After a while, you stood up, your breath almost steady. It was time for you to leave. You cupped his face and caressed his cold cheeks with your thumb.

“You didn't keep your promise, but I forgive you, my love.”

Chapter Text

It has been weeks since you have stayed in the Hazbin Hotel. You did the best you could to be useful. Other than participating in Charlie's rehabilitation methods, you also helped her create her “lesson plan” by bringing up your ideas. You suggested games, activities, and projects which Charlie was very open of. For one, every Friday night, you and the crew had a little movie night, where everyone is seated in their pyjamas in the lobby. There was no exemption, you propose, as you wanted to share to everyone the media, modern Earth could offer. So, every Friday night, you set up your projector and laptop and prop the chosen movie. The movies you watched so far were based on a spinning wheel of different genres. So far, you have watched Smile, Your Name, and Joker. The usual arrangement are Charlie and Vaggie seated on the floor with a bunch of pillows, Husk is in an armchair, Angel on the other, Sir Pentious was on the floor as well with his Egg Boiz adjacent to Chaggie, Alastor and Nifty at each end of the sofa, and with you in the middle. You were actually more focused on the reactions of the people around you other than the movie. Vaggie comforting Charlie by letting her lay on the moth demon's lap, Husk was surprisingly invested on the story, Angel was constantly scrolling his phone, but occasionally watches especially during the climax. Sir Pentious and the Egg Boiz were loud with comments, but otherwise also invested and visibly weeps when something tragic happens. Nifty was quick to fall asleep to romance movies, but was up and about during your watching of Joker. She had love on her eyes whenever Joker shot someone. As for Alastor, he was quiet. He definitely liked Joker as he was commenting on it after. He suggested that the crew should watch more movies like it, much to Charlie's denial. You suggested that he might like Dahmer, or other serial killer stories. To your surprise, Alastor knew the man and even told you that he runs a cooking show here in Hell. Well, at least, Jeff's doing what he loves now, you commented.

During the group's team building activity led by Vaggie, you stayed in the hotel. You were all alone as Alastor had a meeting with the other Overlords. Charlie introduced you to her bodyguards, Razzle and Dazzle to keep you company. After reading in the library you decided to cook dinner for everyone. With the two goat boys in tow, you head to the kitchen and try your best to replicate a human dish with the ingredients you have. You texted everyone that dinner will be cooked by you as you had everyone's phone number except for one particular Radio Demon. However, with perfect timing, everyone arrived at the hotel with Alastor just a few minutes behind. For the first time, everyone sat at the grand dining table in the hall beside the kitchen. 

Today, you woke up to Charlie rambling about in the lobby with papers and red lines posted on the wall. The demon princess appeared dishevelled with evident dark circles around her eyes. You called out to her, but she might not have heard you from her own squabbling. Shortly after, the moth demon joined your group.

“Think Charlie, think think think,” the demon princess paced around the wall, scribbling and connecting the red lines.

“Charlie sweetie. You, uh, good?” Vaggie with concern in her tone, commented.

Charlie then began to ramble again about why everything she has done so far isn’t working towards her goal of redemption. She was sounding hysterical and for the first time, you saw her demon form for a brief moment. 

“Maybe it's time-”

“No-”

“-to ask-”

“Don't say it”

“your dad”

“Ughh”

You heard from the group that Charlie's father is the big boss of Hell himself, the original sinner of all, Lucifer. Charlie was hesitant at first in calling his father, but an idea struck her. Her dad can get her to talk with Heaven directly. The last time she had a meeting didn't end well, so you have heard. It involved Adam, the first man who was sort of a dick as Charlie told you about. It was the reason why the Extermination will happen earlier than what they have originally agreed on. Husk, seeing through Charlie's hesitation, teasingly asked if the demon princess had daddy issues. Charlie replied that she and her dad haven't really talked much after her mom disappeared causing her dad to grow distant. And so, Charlie eventually called her dad and after her begging and a bit of guilt-tripping, her dad will come over to the hotel to inspect if Charlie's project is worth a meeting with Heaven. 

With that, everyone was now preparing the hotel to present to the King of Hell. You helped with the decorations and food. While hanging up some streamers with the help of Razzle, you saw Alastor at the balcony, the first time you saw him that day. You waved hello to him and he reciprocated. After Razzle had set you down, you quickly came up to him.

“Hey, Al.”

“Greetings, my dear. What is all this fuss about?”

“Charlie's dad is coming over and we want to make a good impression.”

“Oh? Why does Charlie need her father? We are doing good, aren't we?”

“We are making progress, there is no doubt about that. But the extermination is getting nearer and nearer, and Charlie's been a little stressed. Who could blame her? So, she decided to ask her father to help her have a talk with Heaven, like really talk to them face-to-face.”

“Hmm, I see.”

You both stared at the group below. It was all coming together, and in a few minutes, Lucifer will be here. 

“Have you met Lucifer before? ”

“Hmm, I recall seeing him once at a ball held by an overlord, but only a glimpse as he was sitting and talking with the other Sins."

“Sins?”

“Ah yes, Sins. They embody the seven deadly sins of mankind.”

“So, they're different from you, Overlords? ”

“Yes.”

“Okay, Dang, your hierarchies are complicated.”

Alastor only chuckled. You then saw Charlie heading toward the door. Alastor teleported you two to the ground floor to join the group. You stayed beside Husk while Alastor went beside Charlie by the door. You were honestly nervous. What if the king devoured you the second he saw you for being human? What if he threw you in a dungeon and tortured you because it was against demon law? What if-?

“Hey kid, ya okay?” The cat-demon asked you.

“Yeh, I'm fine. Just nervous and all.”

“Don't be; I'm sure the King is just some plain ol’ guy that looks like Charlie.”

“Really? Have you met him before? ”

"Nope," he said as he drank some of his booze, “but I have great intuition.”

“Okay everyone, it's showtime!” Charlie exclaimed, and with a pull, the door was open, revealing-

“CHARLIEEE!! ”A blond man with a tall white hat adoring an equally elegant matching white suit was greeted with such loudness. You noticed immediately the height difference between the king and his daughter. 

“IT’S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU! ”The King hugged Charlie tight. Though you were distracted by the way Alastor's eye was twitching as he looked down at the King,. 

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,” Charlie gestured to the group as one of the egg-boiz popped the party popper. You held a small smile while, at your peripheral, Husk was wearing the most awkward smile you ever saw. I guess the cat-sinner was not used to smiling.

He then greeted Keekee, Charlie's, uh, you actually don't know what it is. It's a sentient key, as far as you know. He then went on to Razzle and Dazzle and threatened them, which made you step backward.

“Wow, this place sure looks uhh, uh-huh, yeh, uh-huh. It has a lot of character.” He went around and surveyed the place. “Ahh! ”You swore you felt your heart pump out of your sternum. “What in the unholy hell is that? ”

Alastor then appeared. “Just some of the renovations we had done,” he said proudly. “Add a bit of color, don't you think? ”You had a bad feeling about this. Knowing Alastor, he surely has a thrill for competition and, even more so, for intimidating others.

Lucifer squinted, unamused, and pointed his cane toward the radio demon. “And you are? ”

"Alastor, it is a it is a pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure,” he said, shaking the king's cane, and the poor, shorter man nearly stumbled. You can't deny how you find this amusing. While Lucifer was fixing himself, Alastor continued, “It's nice to put a face in the name. You are much shorter in real life,” Alastor gestured his fingers, as if pressing the King of Hell. You wanted to get out of there because of how tense the air had been.

“Who, who is this? Is this the bellhop? ”Lucifer, unbothered by the radio demon's attempt at insults, asked his daughter. 

“Haha! No,” Alastor flicked his hand. “I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me on my radio broadcast.

“Nope, I guess that's why Charlie called it the “has-been” hote, hahal.”

“Haha, it was actually my idea.”

“Haha, well, it's not very clever.”

“Haha, fuck you.”

You rarely hear Alastor cursed in real life, and that was shocking on your part. “Yikes,” you quietly whispered.

Charlie then broke the two up by changing the subject by showing the King the parlor. She then praised Alastor for helping out, saying this wouldn't have come to be without the Radio Demon's help.

Alastor then returned the gratitude by stating how much he had fulfilled the princess' bizarre ideas. He then placed his hand on Charlie's shoulder and looked at her genuinely, despite his intimidating smile. The gesture ticked Lucifer off, and he changed the subject by offering her daughter to introduce him to her other friends. 

After Charlie went on with the introductions, with her introducing her girlfriend to her father, which you find to be very cute, and the other guests, it was now your turn to introduce yourself to the king.

“Should I bow? I feel like I should bow. He's the King of Hell after all.”

“Greetings, your Highness,” you bowed, and you felt your sweat trickling down the side of your face.

“Ah! There's no need to be formal with me, please,” the King quickly responded to your gesture.

You did as you were told, and he finally got a good look at you. “You, y-you’re HUMAN! ”The shock on Lucifer's face was evident; who knew his white skin could even go paler? You felt the sinners around you back away.

“Dad, calm down. Uhm, this is (Y/N), and yes, she is human. She got transported here by some ancient book in the human world.” Charlie calmed her father down and explained.

“I apologize, haha. It's been a while since I last saw a human that is alive. Forgive me,” he tugged on his collar, and he was avoiding eye contact with you.

“Oh, sir. It’s alright,” you awkwardly chuckled.

“So an ancient book transported you here? ”He asked, looking a bit concerned.

“Ah, yes,” you meekly replied.

“No ordinary person can make a portal to Earth, so you must have been stuck here, right? If you want, I can help you get back to the human world. Though my portals are limited to Hell, I can make calls to some nobles and other sins,” he genuinely said, looking at you softly.

“I don't know what to say. Thank you, sir.” You undeniably felt happy; you can go home now.

“Just ring me up through Charlie as to when. But of course, if you want to stay a little longer here in Hell, I'll let you stay. Just don't run into some trouble, 'cause, oh boy, am I responsible for that.” he chuckled.

“Don't worry, sir. Thank you again, really.” As a gesture, you held out your hand to offer a handshake.

The king then shook it with firmness. You were really grateful. Before the King could utter a word, Alastor appeared between the two of you, breaking your handshake and glaring at the King. And with great timing, a chandelier fell from the ceiling.

<~Hell's Greatest Dad~>

“Oh shit, Mimzy,” you said to yourself. You quietly excused yourself from the group and went to the kitchen. You don't want Mimzy to see you unchanged and still looking human. 

You took a deep breath once you got to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Not long after, Alastor startled you with his presence.

“(Y/N) dear? There you are. Aren't you going to greet Mimzy? ”

“I can't risk it. And besides, you know I don't exactly like her.”

"Ah, yes,” he chuckled. “She used to steal me away from you whenever she got the chance.” You both chucked at the memory. “Would you like to join us in touring Lucifer around the hotel? ”

“Sure, I hate to have Charlie keep you both tamed. And I like free entertainment.”

Alastor then transported you two to where Charlie and her dad are, and Vaggie is there too. 

“Hey,” you said.

"Oh, (Y/N), so glad you could join us,” Charlie greeted.

As Charlie went on to explain her plans, you were beside Alastor, happily listening to the princess. Husk’s voice then stopped both of you and Alastor, while the rest of the group continued.

“Hey boss, can I have a word? ”Husk asked.

Alastor looked at you and said, “(Y/N) dear, please proceed with Charlie. Husker and I need some privacy.”

You nodded concernedly and jogged to join Charlie. You looked back at Alastor and Husk, intrigued by their conversation. When the group turned to a corner, you took a quick look at Alastor and saw that the hall had changed color. What's more is that he was holding a neon green chain with Husk on the other end. You looked away and joined Charlie once more, a million questions running through your head.

"So, dad, what do you think? ”

“About what? ”

“The hotel, dad.”

You and Vaggie shared a look, and you gestured that you'd head inside, sensing again the need for their privacy.

You were walking to where you left Alastor when you felt the building shake. Then there were multiple other quakes. You fell to the floor, and you held your head. After the shakes had died down, you ran quickly to the stairs, only to see fire in the lobby and the windows being broken by some people outside. You steady yourself by grabbing the railings. 

Alastor suddenly appeared beside Vaggie, who was readying herself to charge at the people. 

“A reminder to all.” The hotel suddenly had a green glow. “Not to mess with the Radio Demon,” tentacles appeared sprouting around Alastor as he grew in size. You watched in horror, but you couldn’t help being awestruck. 

You ran down the stairs, still looking at the sight in front of you. Angel came over to you, and his four hands quickly came to check if you had injuries. “You okay, toots? Are you hurt or anything?”

“I'm fine Angel, don't worry. Thank you for your concern.”

“I can't have my favorite living human friend get hurt,” he said, hugging you by the side.

“Aww,” you said, looking at him and grabbing him by the side as well, despite the difference in height.

Husk, Niffty, Sir Pentious, and the Egg Boiz then went to you and Angel, asking the same question as Angel did. After checking on you, they state that they'll be watching the action outside, which you declined their invitation to watch with them. You were alone for a moment to process the thought. Will you suddenly leave them for your life on Earth?

Chapter Text

That night, you couldn't fall asleep. A lot has happened in the span of just one day. You let your mind recall the events. First, Charlie was being paranoid about the nearing exterminations. Second, you, including everyone else, met the King. To add to that, he offered you a way home. Third, there was something suspicious about Husk's and Alastor's talk in the corridor. Fourth, this was the first time you witnessed an attack at the hotel. Fifth, you saw Alastor transform into something more demonic. And lastly, this dread you feel about all those events.

As soon as the tension got low, Mimzy walked out, Lucifer and Charlie reconciled, and the plan of getting a meeting with Heaven was finally setting sail. Everyone went to their respective rooms to rest. And so you are here, lying in bed for two hours, checking the phone on your nightstand. Feeling defeated and accepting the fact that you would not be getting sleep tonight, you sat up. 

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and as soon as they did, you saw a creepy shadow looking straight across you.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! ”You screamed and kicked your feet until you sat right back on the headboard. 

The shadow immediately disappeared, and Alastor appeared in its place.

“(Y/N), are you okay, dear? ”He approached you, sitting now next to you on your bed.

Your heart still beating out of your ribs and adrenaline still pumping in your veins, you looked at Alastor, confused. “Was your shadow stalking me?!” You said, anger evident in your tone.

“Ah, apologies for that. I was worried about everything about you. You did not speak to me after the fight I had, and I figured that I may have scared you. I told my shadow to see if you were alright.”

“Oh, okay,” your voice is now quiet, and your body is calming down.

“Did it wake you?”

“No, I couldn't fall asleep.”

“Hmm, may I ask why? ”

You contemplated for a bit, but figured it's better to say it now than later. After all, Alastor's your friend. “Lucifer offered to help me get back home.”

Alastor widened his eyes. His once wide smile became a small, toothless smile. He did not respond.

You sighed. “I don't know. Please don't worry about it, Al. I haven't made my decision as to when.” You reached out and cupped his cheeks. A rare action only you can do to him.

He leaned into your touch and caressed your hand on your cheek for a moment before bringing it down while still holding your hand. “Whatever decision that may be, I'll support you (Y/N). Just please let me know beforehand. I don't want you to leave so suddenly.”

“I'm not like you, strawberry-pimp,” you chuckled, applying the nickname Angel uses to him.

Alastor rolled his eyes. “Still not letting that go? ”

“Never, I'll never let that go.”

"Hmm, how about I compensate? Say, a dance, perhaps? ”

“What? ”Although you heard him the first time, did he still remember his promise from decades ago?

He pulled your hand until both of you were standing. His other hand snapped, and you were in your old red dress, him in his old clothes, but still the same appearance. The radio on your nightstand played a tune you hadn't heard since, and a soft, warm light lit your room. 

He placed one hand on your waist, the other still holding your hand. You placed your other hand on his shoulder, and the two of you began swaying to the tune.

“Have you forgotten what I told you before my death? ”

“No, I haven't. This feels like a dream,” you said softly.

He chuckled and twirled you. “I assure you, my dear. This isn’t a dream.”

Both of you swayed slowly. Then you brought up the other thought that bothered you a bit. “Hey, Al? ”

“Yes, dear? ”

“What happens when you transform like that? Like the one you fought Mimzy's enemies with?”

“Oh that? Are you not afraid? ”

“I was surprised, yes. I'm terrified by the fact that all of you can potentially go ape-shit. But I'm not afraid of you, Al. I have never been.”

“Hmm.” You trust so easily. “Just like I promised you before, I won't ever hurt you (Y/N).”

Alastor has been acting suspicious lately. A week ago, he came home bruised and had a cut on his lip. His glasses are broken. He went to your room to avoid being seen by his mother. You quickly tend to his wounds, and that is when he tells you what happened. A fellow intern for a radio broadcasting company he has been working for tackled him in an alley along with some other people. Apparently, Alastor got the job of being a part-time assistant to a broadcaster despite only being an intern for 5 months. The 19-year-old boy was punctual and had a talent for talking and scriptwriting. Despite his timid nature, the words that came out of his mouth were well-crafted. The quality of his voice was made for radio, as said by his boss. And so, this particular co-intern was jealous and apparently drunk when he beat up Alastor.

“You can stay here with me for a while,” you tried to comfort him. “I'll get you something to eat.”

Alastor only nodded. You gave his mother an alibi that he would be working late and would be back in the morning because of his promotion. 

You came back with a meal, and he quietly ate. You didn't want to disrupt him, as it was evident that he was thinking something. So you let him be.

That was a week ago. It was again unusually late, and Alastor hadn't come home. You snuck out of the mansion to go look for him. It was a windy night, so you had your hooded coat on and traveled the streets. You weren't worried about your own safety, as you knew every nook and cranny of every corner. So if someone follows you, you know how to escape. Besides, this isn't the first time you snuck out. You went outside his workplace and saw that the building had no sign of people inside. You went to a bar where most men go, and he wasn't there. 

You were thinking of a possible place for Al to be when you heard him shuffling in an alley just a few steps in front of you. You heard someone struggling. The sound of thumping and a sharp object falling to the ground. You backed away slowly and went hiding behind the stairs of the building. This street was abandoned, and the alley behind it leads to the forest a few kilometers apart. Once the sounds died down, you were contemplating whether you should see the alley. But you did. Using only the streetlight, you ventured inside the alley to see a trail of blood on the walls and the ground. Terrified, you ran and went home. 

Afraid, you didn't tell anyone, not even Alastor. However, that morning, Alastor came home cheerfully. He told you that he was working late again at the broadcasting company. He lied, and you knew. A couple days later, you read in the newspaper that a man has gone missing. You thought it was the one you saw in that alley. Little did you know, it was Alastor's co-intern. 

For the past year, people have been disappearing. They are either found dead floating in the river, buried in the forest, or in a secluded spot. The authorities had stated that there was no sign of the killer in the recovered bodies, but the cause of death and markings mean that there is only one killer who has done all of these deaths. The killer, whoever it may be, was dubbed the “Louisianan Serial Killer.”

With that being all over the papers, it was dangerous to go out at night, but that didn't stop Alastor from “working late.” It was then another night without Alastor. His mother was looking for him. The poor woman was sick and needed some medication. But alas, his son was out with work. Since there was no one around to help her, others were afraid to go out, even the men that work for the mansion, so you took it upon yourself to help Mrs. Heartfelt. 

The streets were barren, and the night was cold. Despite being only 8 p.m., there was no sight of a person anywhere. The stars weren't out, and the only light sources you have are the street lights and the moon. You quickly went to the drugstore to purchase Mrs. Heartfelt's medication when, out in the corner of your eye, you saw a man. He probably went to an alley, as he was gone when your head turned. Putting the medicine inside your bag, you ventured home. However, you stopped midway when you saw a familiar silhouette on a wall. 

You took a peek at the alley, which was dimly lit, to see Alastor surrounded by three men. You silently gasped. They were talking, but you couldn't deduce the words. The buildings here were all commercial, so there were no people to get help from. A moment later, you saw red. You looked away and heard struggling, but there were no screams. You silently prayed for Alastor to be okay, but when you looked back, you saw one man standing beneath three bodies, holding what appeared to be a knife. You hurriedly ran away. Tears are falling and my mind is foggy from fear. When you turned around a corner, you bumped into someone. You fall on your back, and the person hovers above you, their legs and one arm trapping you, with the other holding a knife extended to attack you. You closed your eyes and sobbed, hoping to feel a painful and quick death, only to hear a gasp from the person and the knife being placed down. 

"(Y/N)?!" Alastor's voice caused you to open your eyes.

You stared back at him, his face and clothes bloodied. You uttered no word as you stared at him as if he were a monster. Too overwhelmed with the revelation, you pushed him to the ground and ran off, leaving him staring at your disappearing form in the streets.

When you arrived at the mansion, you wordlessly gave the medicine to Mrs. Heartfelt. She looked at you with worry and asked. You said you were okay and told her you were tired, so you retired to your room. Your mind was still registering at the fact that Alastor might be the Louisianan serial killer. The dots just seemingly align now. All of his alibis and his unusual behavior make you realize that your best friends is a serial killer.

Alastor came back in the morning with no stains on his clothes. He didn’t spare a glance at you, shame evident in his features but no guilt whatsoever. 

The day went on with you doing your chores and with him helping around the mansion. It may be unusual for those who notice that you two haven't spoken to each other all day. But who could notice a pair of teenagers when there's so much work to be done?

At the end of the day, you were ready to retire for the day, only to see Alastor in your room, sitting on a chair.

“(Y/N),” he stood up.

“Alastor, I promise I won’t tell a soul, but please don't hurt me,” you said to him with fear in your tone. Tears are threatening to burst out of your eyes.

“Oh (Y/N), I will never hurt you, dear. Please look at me.”

And you did, biting your lip to avoid uttering a sob.

“I am so sorry. I apologize for seeing that side of me. You wouldn't understand, but the things I do must be done. I have no guilt about that. The only guilt I feel is making you feel unsafe around me.”

“You could be arrested, or worse, you could've died, Alastor!” You were now crying.

Alastor stared at your defeated, almost mourning form. “Dear, I'll be careful. I'm always careful. If I reach my demise, then I’ll die knowing I have made peace with myself and accomplished the justice I deserved,” his tone was oddly cheery.

“What about those people you killed?! ”

“I assure you, they deserve their death,” Alastor said, smiling.

So this is now the boy you met so many years ago. The odd, quiet, bright boy who loves writing, who grew to like target shooting, the mama's boy that his mother adored, the boy who got yelled at and bullied by being timid and weird, the boy you loved. 

“Alastor,” you had no words to say.

“(Y/N), are you afraid of me? ”

“I don't know.”

“I trust you (Y/N). Please put your trust in me as well. I will never hurt you,” he said reassuringly, his voice soft, trying his best to comfort you.

You didn’t know what to say, but one thing is for sure: this will be the heaviest secret you'll ever carry throughout your life.