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It was unusually quiet in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, especially since they received many new guests after it was confirmed by Sir Pentious that redemption was deemed possible.
But that silence should have been what warned him in the beginning.
Rosie had walked in all prim and proper; sitting down across from him in the lounge couch with her dainty legs crossed. Watched as the deer demon’s crimson eyes narrowed as he skimmed through the parchment floating in front of him. It was that damned deal he made with the cannibal overlord many years ago, before he came down to hell.
Rosie hummed with a sharp, unkind smile, “Oh Alastor,” she laid her head gently on her hand, which was resting on the arm of the couch. “You truly should have read the fine print, would save dreadful surprises from popping up.”
Alastor chuckled, crackling like a warped radio channel, “Rosie, my dear, I assure you, nothing was going to stop me. Vox truly was going to the deep end, and I have broken the deal with you,” his grin glimmered. “I still have my pow-”
The radio voice faltered with the parchment zooming in on its own accord, certain words glowing gold.
If broken prematurely, the soul which has signed may retain status of Overlord only if following conditions are followed
A binding union must be formed with a partner of his choosing.
Not Valid in the mortal state of Utah.
Together in dominion, soul, and-
The glow intensified,
Alastor’s eyes froze like a deer in headlights, then twitched.
The silence was deafening.
Then –
“I HAVE TO GET FUCKING MARRIED?!”
His shout blasted throughout the hotel. Picture frames rattling, sending Niffty on her way up to find whichever ones fell. Husk was at the bar taking care of Fat Nuggets, having just taken a sip of his beverage, and spit it back out over the poor hell pig.
Rosie just stared, sneering at the deer, “Oh my, this is better than I thought…”
Alastor rose his face away from the parchment, his grin too sharp, sneering back, “you knew…”
“Well, dear. Of course I knew. I wrote the clause into it myself. It was truly a thing of need, knowing you. I find it easier to have it in cases, such as yourself. Easier to keep them on leashes. Yet, you didn’t read the fine print.” Her smile seemed sweet on the outside.
The radio demon snapped, “This is absolutely absurd! Marriage is a – a damn mortal institution! A damn sentimental farce! A – a legally binding NIGHTARE!”
“And yet,” the other said, standing up, shoes tapping on the ground as she walked over to Alastor and stuck her face in his, “here we are.”
A final line with flourish popped up upon the parchment:
Failure to comply within one lunar cycle will result in the total forfeit, and removal of Overlord status.
Alastor stared.
Husk gaped at the predicament.
Then the red demon laughed, predatorial, and dangerous. A low buzzing sound emitted as well, “Fine,” he finally said, standing as well – straightening his suit, “A partner of my choosing, hmm?
“Well then… This will be quite the thrill, won’t it?”
Rosie’s black eyes gleamed, “Oh darling,” she snickered, “it already, truly is.”
Fate began to laugh as well.