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The exterminations caused fear to rise in Hell. Those who escaped the angels were lucky to live, and this included Overlords. With Alastor, he was a target for Heaven’s extermination army. If they rid of influence, then they would be able to lower the chance of an uprising against Heaven.

Now, just before the next, Alastor had to leave? It didn’t make sense to you, but it definitely stung, and that you knew for certain.

“My dear,” said Alastor, caressing your cheek. “I have to go away for a while. A sabbatical, if you will.”

“Why can’t I come with you?” You looked up at him with teary eyes, burying your face in his chest while you hugged him. “I don’t want you to go…”

It tore him to see you so distressed. Alastor never wanted to leave, he loved you dearly. If it wasn’t for Rosie, he would have no reason to leave. But because of the extermination about to commence and with his rise of popularity, he had to go into hiding and stay off the air.

It plagued you. He gently held you, kissing the top of your head.

“My rose, I will return. I will be gone for a long time, but I don’t want this to disturb you. I will send letters. Promise me you won’t leave..”

“I’m your wife, for christ sake!” You looked up at him, brushing away your tears. “What makes you think I would leave?”

You cried softly, and it tore him apart. “At least eat with me one last time before you go, Alastor…”

He nodded, cupping your face in his hands and kissing your temple. “Of course, Chéri.”

He would be complaining to Rosie about this. Why couldn’t his dear wife come with him? Why did he have to bury himself in solidarity? All of this rubbed him the wrong way. He hated answering to a higher power. He wanted his freedom to spend the rest of his afterlife with his lovely wife, and that’s it.

He made you jambalaya, spending his last moments with you talking and trying to keep the mood light to try and distract from the depressing atmosphere hanging overhead. He poured you a glass of wine, toasting you to a promise of return. After that, he climbed into bed with you, holding you as you began to fall asleep.

He was gone the next morning.

You spent seven years alone. Isolated.

Occasionally, once or twice a year, Alastor managed to get a letter to you, telling about how much he missed you, and that he couldn’t wait to reunite with you again. It warmed your heart, but also made you devastated, only reminding you of the distance between you and your beloved.

You and Alastor had only been married for two years. And just before your third anniversary, he was torn from you. Where was he? Where was he being kept? Well, at least he wasn’t in danger.

It had now been a year, so now it was the day of your fourth anniversary.

“Happy… four years, Alastor.”

At the table you sat alone, the room illuminated by four candles on a cake you had purchased at a bakery nearby. You just stared, tears falling. You cried softly at the table, distraught over the silence of your husband and his absence.

A year and a half alone. Frightened. Untouched. Isolated and alone in your home without the warmth of your husband.

It was killing you. The radio which played the jazz you both danced to sat untouched, collecting dust. It was taking everything in you not to slip into something dangerous, as you knew if you did, you wouldn’t be able to escape. You would have trapped yourself in a cage of your own making.

Finally, after seven long gruesome years alone, you had enough. You were loyal, but you needed something to do. Every day in your house alone was going to drive you mad.

“I need something to do.”

To your luck, you had heard of this ‘Happy Hotel,’ and though you weren’t looking for a ticket for redemption, you thought a job might suffice.

“Finally, something to get me out of the house.”

You drove your car down to this ‘Happy Hotel,’ a flyer in hand. You had seen the news and the performance, and now you had some more information about for this... hotel, if you could even call it that. (The performance on 666 News was not endearing, to say the least.)

Arriving, with three knocks you waited at the door. When the door opened, there stood the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie Morningstar.

“Hello! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! I’m Charlie!”

“Pleasure.” You shook her hand. “May I come in now?”

“Yes! Yes yes, of course!” The princess bounced up and down with pure excitement, opening the door wide for you.

Upon entering, there were two other unnamed people, who Charlie introduced as Vaggie, her girlfriend, and Angel Dust, the hotel’s first guest, and famous porn star.

Charlie approached you again, happy to have another sinner interested. “So! Miss L/N, right? Are you interested in redeeming yourself to get to Heaven?”

“Actually,” you started, watching her smile falter a little. “I am here as I heard about your little hotel and saw the broadcast, and thought you could use more helping hands. It seems you lack staff, so I thought I could offer myself.”

Vaggie, the princess’ girlfriend, came over to you, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. You were an Overlord, what could you possibly want except trouble?

“What kind of job? Or is that just some form of you saying you want to make a deal?”

Charlie pulled Vaggie aside. “Lighten up, Vaggie, you’ll scare her away!”

Vaggie looked at her taller lover, sighing.

“Charlie,” Vaggie started, laying a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, “Overlords only want trouble, you know that.”

Charlie nodded. “Mhm.”

Vaggie continued. “So she could be looking to cause trouble!”

Out of earshot, you were striking up a conversation with Angel, talking about life in hell, his role, and more.

Charlie looked back at you then back at Vaggie. “Well, have faith! Let’s give her a chance, she could mean well for the hotel!”

Vaggie closed her eyes, nodding. “Sure. After all, Overlords have influence. If word gets out about her at the hotel, it might draw in sinners looking to redeem!”

Charlie bounced excitedly and hugged Vaggie, who hugged back with affection and a soft smile.

Charlie then came back over to you, nodding firmly.

“Okay, Miss L/N! You’re hired!”

You smiled with a soft nod. “Ah, wonderful. Just allow me to help with whatever you need, Princess!”

When she nodded and left, you slumped into the couch, sighing and thinking to yourself.

“Perfect. Now I have something to do. I just have to wait for Alastor to come back, whenever that may be—”

A knock came from the front doors to the hotel, which caught Charlie’s attention. She approached the door warily, the temperature seeming to drop the closer she got to the door.

When she got to the door, she opened it, craning her neck to see a tall, creepy man. His eyes opened and he smiled wide, hands folded behind his back.

“HEL—!”

Charlie slammed the door and reopened it.

“—LO!”

She thought to herself, in shock.

“Hey Vaggie?”

“Whattt?”

“The Radio Demon is at the door!”

Vaggie shot up and you did too.

“What?!”

“What should I do?!” Charlie pulled at her face.

Vaggie thought. “Well, don’t let him in!”

But you thought in your mind.

‘Yes. Please let him in. That’s my husband. I want to see him. But what the hell is he doing back so soon? And without telling me?’

Charlie looked at the door again, opening it.

“May I speak now?”

She crossed her arms. “You may—”

He abruptly outstretched his hand. “Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart! QUITE a pleasure!” He let himself in. “Excuse my sudden visit but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldn’t resist! What a performance!! Why I haven’t been that entertained since— Y/N?!”

He seemed shocked to see you. Shocked, at a loss for words, he felt it all. You stood, coming over to him and holding him tight, and he gently pulled you off after hugging you.

“WHERE WERE YOU?! YOU SAID YOU’D COME HOME!”

He was taken aback by your anger that you felt rightfully so. He looked down at you.

“My dear, I swung by the house and you weren’t there! I was going to announce my coming home, but I assumed you must have been out running errands! I’m terribly sorry.”

He hugged you.

Charlie was confused, and so were Vaggie and Angel. Charlie came over.

“Soooo… you two know each other?”

Vaggie seemed confused, lowering her spear. “The Radio Demon has a.. what?”

You smiled. “Wife.”

“Wife?!” Exclaimed all three in unison, surprised.

Alastor nodded. “This is my lovely wife, Y/N. We have been married for.. my apologies, dear, how long has it been?”

“Nine years.”

“Nine years. I can’t believe I missed it.”

You looked up at him. “We have seven anniversaries, fourteen birthdays, seven Valentine’s Days, seven Halloweens, and seven Christmases to catch up on. You’ve missed everything.”

He held your hand. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll make sure that I catch up on everything with you. I’ll see you at home then?”

You nodded, giving him a hug before leaving the hotel, listening to his dialogue between him and Charlie about the hotel fade into the background.

Driving your car, you made it home, parking it in the driveway. You loved your home that you shared with Alastor, you felt so lucky he gave you such a gift to share with you. And now, you were waiting—once again—for his return.

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After providing Charlie with help and more staff for the hotel—and after a little brawl with an overlord wanna-be—Alastor returned home to you, the love of his life, prepared for whatever you may feel towards him.

He opened the door with his keys, walking in and closing the door behind him.

“My dear, I’m home~!!”

You emerged from the kitchen, in the middle of making supper.

“There you are, Alastor!” You furiously tugged off your apron and oven mitts. “For seven years and a day I’ve been waiting for you to come home! Do you have any idea—”

He shut you up with a gentle kiss, pulling you into a hug and getting you to return the kiss, hook, line, and sinker. You gently pet his ear, pulling away.

Alastor raised your chin so you could look at him, his gaze somber.

“You have every right to be upset, my love. I’ve been an absent husband, and I have failed to be there for you. I love you dearly, and if it were up to me, I would stay with you to protect you during the harsh times. But unfortunately for you and for me, I’m under lock and key.”

He hugged you and rubbed your back.

“Can you forgive me?”

After a pause, you held him tight, crying into his shoulder. “I’m just so glad you’re safe… I was so worried for so long…”

He held you gently, embracing you tightly.

“Of course I forgive you, I’m just worried about you.”

“I’m glad. I’m lucky to have you.”

He kissed the top of your head, gently petting your hair.

“Now, I made a meal. Will you come join me for supper?”

“Always, my dear.”

Alastor helped set the table, and you served you and him meatloaf. He always loved your cooking.

As you sat at the table, both of you ate your meal together. The candles were lit, napkins in your lap, just enjoying your first meal together since he left.

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About a week later, you had spent so much time catching up Alastor on your life, things that had happened in the past seven years. You spent time with him catching up on all your special days over the course of so many years, enjoying each moment with him. You told him how just before his arrival you offered to work at the Happy Hotel—now Hazbin hotel—and now you were working there, and so was Alastor.

After such an eventful week, you two thought to stay in the Hazbin Hotel for your jobs.

It has been a week since the exterminations, and the hotel was in good shape. You and Alastor worked around the hotel during the day, you often helping with chores. You didn’t have a specific description assigned to you, so you helped however you could.

However, over time, you took on advertisement for the hotel. Since Alastor expressed his distaste for modern entertainment, you took it upon yourself to handle televised advertisements for the hotel.

Busy in your study scheduling another advertisement to air, you caught word from the lobby that Lucifer himself was going to be coming to the hotel soon! Oh, and that was exciting for you. You always wanted to meet the King of Hell, and as an Overlord, you wanted to make a great impression.

You then spent that evening practicing how you would introduce yourself.

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Awaking with Alastor the next morning, you helped each other bathe and dress, coming downstairs for breakfast. Afterwards, everyone at the hotel began preparing for Lucifer’s arrival. Angel did his makeup, Niffty made cookies, and you and Alastor helped with tidying up little messes and hanging little decorations for Lucifer’s arrival here and there.

Alastor turned to you with a grin. “What lovely work, my dear!” There was applause over his radio, and you chuckled, grinning back up at him.

“Not so bad yourself, ‘My Deer.’”

Your pun made Alastor delightfully chuckle.

Charlie rushed to the door. “OKAY everyone!! It’s showtime~!!”

She opened the door and there stood the.. rather short king, but quite the spectacle nonetheless!

“Charlie!!” The King hugged his daughter, rambling on about how good it was to see her.

Afterwards, Charlie began to introduce everyone in the hotel. Vaggie, Niffty, Husk, Angel, and Sir Pentious.

After catching sight of the bar, Alastor appeared behind Lucifer to introduce himself.

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!” You caught view of how he wiped his hand on his jacket. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name!”

He made a pinching motion with his fingers to show how short Lucifer was.

“I must say, you are much shorter in real life!”

“Who is this? Who is this now— are you the bellhop?”

“Haha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.” He leaned on his cane with a more strained smile.

Lucifer thought. “Nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel! Ha ha ha!”

Alastor glared. “Ha ha ha! It was actually my idea.”

Lucifer glared back. “Ha ha ha! Well, it's not very clever!”

With a strained grin, Alastor looked down at him. “Ha ha! Fuck you.”

Charlie stepped in immediately to prevent anything from happening.

“Okay! Okay, anyway. Dad, there’s someone else I want you to meet.”

She came over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, to which you took as cue to smile pleasantly.

“And this is Miss L/N, who is responsible for our media representation!”

You smiled and shook Lucifer’s hand.

“The pleasure is mine, Your Highness. Please! Call me Y/N.”

He nodded and let go of your hand. “Ah! Media representation! Which is…?”

You elaborated with a smile. “I make sure that I broadcast televised advertisements of the hotel to give it good representation during commercial breaks! I hope you might have seen one of my segments to market this hotel!”

Lucifer nodded. “I managed to catch one of them on television! That was your work? Wow! I felt captivated! If I was a sinner, I definitely would have been sold. Fine work, young lady.”

Alastor was watching from afar of your pleasant interaction with Lucifer, and static increased over his radio, his smile grew tense, and his grip on his staff only tightened more. He looked like he might pop a vessel.

He hated Lucifer with every fiber of his being, and it began to cloud his judgment. Was he trying to steal you? Was he trying to seduce you? Oh, how it ruffled his feathers.

If not for directly in front of the small audience of the hotel’s patrons, he might do something brash or cause a scene. He growled lowly, now angry.

You nodded at Lucifer’s compliment, continuing your segment. “Miss Charlie’s dream is rather peculiar, and it is such an honor to advertise for her dream of redeeming sinners!”

Lucifer beamed. “I’m glad that my daughter has someone like you to represent her dreams!”

Charlie nodded. “Without her help, Dad, we wouldn’t have been able to get the word out there! Posters, televised ads, she does a lot!”

You nodded with a soft chuckle, and Alastor only disappeared, frustrated.

“How dare that short bastard try to charm her! Doesn’t he know she belongs to me? Or should I put him in his place?”

Alastor schemed for hours in his radio tower pacing back and forth. To his frustration, Lucifer wasn’t helping at all.

Over the course of a couple weeks, Lucifer decided to move in, and you two talked way too often for Alastor’s liking. He was growing frustrated seeing how well you got along with that damn snake.

You felt confused, as Alastor seemed distant towards you, and was away more shut up in his tower. You tried to ask him, but he brushed it off. You decided to give him some space.

“Lousy— I’ll show him. I’ll show him to stay away. He won’t get to her, I’ll make sure of it!”

The more he schemed as the days went by, the more clouded his judgement became. He needed to show Lucifer who you belonged to. You two had been married almost a decade and this lousy king tries to come in and ruin things? Oh Alastor wasn’t having it.

He would show him.

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The next day, Alastor approached you in the morning.

“Y/N, dear,” he cooed, a grin spreading across his face, “would you like to go out to dinner tonight?”

“I- yes Alastor! I would love to.”

Just having Alastor in his presence infuriated Lucifer. He sneered and changed his tune as soon as Alastor left.

“That dumb, red loudspeaker. Tsk. Anyhow, Y/N, how do you feel about ducks?”

“Oh how I love ducks! They’re such adorable creatures.”

Just watching you have pleasant conversation with Lucifer only pushed Alastor to continue his plan further. At some point his shadow tried to stop him, but Alastor only brushed him off.

“Not now, old friend,” said Alastor, brushing him off, “I have to show him who she belongs to.”

His shadow knew this was a terrible idea. It tried to warn you, but was always blocked by Alastor. He didn’t want you to suspect a thing. He would win you back fair and square.

The following day after your dinner date, Alastor continued to plan dates with you in a maddened state. He talked with you and spent lots of time with you in the lobby, deliberately trying to get between you and Lucifer. He wasn’t as low as to say lies to cause a problem, but he was petty and selfish enough to let this prick who you belonged to.

Lucifer, however, was making no move whatsoever to try and win you over. He thought you were a great person and you were a thrill to be around, but he was a married man, with an absent wife he was loyal to. Why would he just flirt with some random sinner?

He knew you had a ring on your finger, but brought no attention to it, until one day Alastor tried to court you again.

You were so unbelievably confused. This was the fourth week! It was like before your marriage all over again.

Lucifer laughed with you on the sofa, trying to redirect the conversation.

“So, I’ve noticed your ring! It’s lovely.”

“Oh! Yes. This lovely thing.” You looked at your ring with love in your eyes. “He is such a lovely man.”

Knowing you were talking about him, Alastor’s ego swelled. His plan was working! That bastard will soon stop his efforts, or so Alastor was hoping.

“How long have you been married?”

“Nine lovely years.”

“I hope to meet him one day. Or her! Or... even them! Wow! I love seeing people happy.”

“And happy we are!” Alastor strode over, placing a hand on your shoulder, making Lucifer grimace.

Lucifer grimaced. “You’re married to him?! What could you possible see in that deer man?!”

You snapped. “Alright that is ENOUGH! Alastor, a word?”

You dragged him over to a hallway, furious.

“Alastor, just what is the matter with you?! I’m embarrassed by your behavior! What is your problem? I can talk to Lucifer, or is your anger towards him so fucking deep that even I, an individual, am barred from talking to him?! You need to fix yourself!!”

He growled, dragging you down the hall to your bedroom.

He opened the door and pinned you to the back of it as soon as it shut, kissing you heavily.

“Alastor—”

He kissed you deeply, groaning as you returned it. The kiss grew heated, needy, and deeper. His hips pressed into yours and you threw your leg over his hip, moaning into the kiss.

Alastor rolled his hips into yours, erection pressing against your pencil skirt.

“This is what you do to me.”

Alastor threw you onto your shared, plush bed, drinking in the sight of you.

He growled, his arousal straining against his pants.

“Alastor, what is this all about?”

“Nothing. I need you. Right now.”

“Oh.”

He crawled onto the bed, caging you in. He came down to your neck, sucking and kissing, leaving hickeys. He gently nipped your neck too.

“A-ah— Alastor…”

Hearing your moans only increased his arousal. He moved down your neck to your collarbones, looking up at you. With a nod from you, he growled and tore off your blouse, kissing down your chest in the valley of your breasts.

“Please, Alastor…”

He captured your lips in a kiss again, groaning as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders.

“I need you badly, Chéri…”

“Then take from me. Make me feel good.”

You kissed his forehead, brushing hair from his face. He gently rubbed the top of your hips.

“Mine.”

He tossed his shirt and smiled wickedly down at you.

You whined, arousal gathering between your thighs. You stripped your clothes off, tossing them along with Al’s onto the floor.

Alastor kissed the inside of your thighs, loving the sounds you made.

“Ohhh… A-Alastor…”

His tongue licked a stripe up your slit. He looked up at you, watching as your face contorted and brows knit together. You growled and tangled your hand in his hair, lying back against the pillows.

“You’re so wet.”

He sucked your sensitive bud, making you moan louder and whine.

“P-please Al I need to cum-! Ah…”

“Good girl.”

He pushed two fingers into your wet cunt, curling them. You arched your spine, only tugging on his hair more.

“Alastorrrrr…”

He worked his fingers more, pumping them in and out of your pussy. He slowly worked them faster and faster to push you over the edge, enjoying hearing you as your moans got higher in pitch.

“Alastor-! I— ah- I’m gonna—!”

“Cum for me, Mon Amour.”

With that you came hard with a cry of ecstasy, making a mess all over his face and nose. Panting, you looked down at him, ruffling his hair. You laid back against the pillows, catching your breath.

“That was amazing.. mm..”

He pulled you on top of him, lying back against the pillows and hooking his arms under your knees, holding you flushed to him as he spread you wide.

“Alastor?”

“You’re mine right now.”

He gently spread your lips with his fingers, sinking them in to make you groan.

“Alastor… ahh-”

He thrust up into you, both of you moaning in unison.

“You’re so wet.”

He set a slow pace, hitting the back of your cunt each time, and soon enough he set a fast, needy pace.

“Ah- ah- Alastor—!”

Hearing your cries made him thrust faster and deeper.

“Y/N— merde..”

He thrust up into your cunt over and over, grunting in your ear and panting.

“Say it. Say that you belong to me.”

Panting, your mind was becoming more and more clouded with pleasure.

“I- I’m yours…”

“Say that you belong to me.”

“Yes- I- ah— I’m yours!!”

The pleasure only continued to build.

“Mine mine mine…”

He continued to thrust into you, panting.

“I’m close, Chéri.”

Your moaned got higher in pitch and louder, and with a final thrust, Alastor pushed you both over the edge, making you see stars. He laid his head on your shoulder, panting.

After a minute, Alastor pulled out with a groan, his seed spilling from you. He propped you up against the headboard of the bed, sitting next to you.

He moved to rest his head on your chest, looking up at you. His ears were pinned and his smile was small and strained. You tilted your head and pulled up the blanket.

“Alastor dear, what is the matter?”

He buried his face in your chest, softly crying. His ears were pinned all the way back. His state surprised you, and you gently pet his hair.

“Shhh… Alastor, why are you crying?”

He looked up at you, ashamed.

“I was jealous. Jealous of you talking to Lucifer.” He brushed away his tears.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” Your eyes narrowed.

He continued. “I was threatened by him, insecure. I was weak. I thought he was trying to take you from me…”

You held him close. “No no no, Alastor! Not at all!”

You pet his hair and brushed it out of his face. “Me and Lucifer had no emotional connection like that. We talked, yes, but it was because he was pleasant to be around.”

You cupped his cheeks, petting his ears and hair again, kissing the top of your forehead.

“You’re sorely mistaken if you think I’m going anywhere, my love. I love you for you.”

He smiled gently, resting his head on your chest, the thump of your heart filling his ears.

“Thank you, Mon Chéri.”

You kissed the top of his head.

He sat up and held your face, kissing you like you would disappear in an instant. You wrapped your hands under his arms, holding his back. Your hand gently trailed up his spine and held the back of his head, the kisses turning salty from his tears. He reached for your hand and intertwined his with yours, gripping it tight. He brought it to his lips, kissing your delicate hand, treating you like a flower.

“I love you, Mon Amour,” he said, kissing your hand again, “you mean everything to me.”

“And you mean everything to me, Alastor.”

“I need more of you…”

He kissed you again, pulling your legs over his hips, cock at your entrance. He kissed down your neck, hearing you moan softly. He thrust in, sucking your neck as you moaned loudly and gripped his shoulder.

“That’s it, Mon Cher~ fuck, you take me so good…”

He rested his forehead against yours, holding onto your thighs as he thrust deep into you. Not as animalistic as the last round, but needy and desperate.

You moaned softly as he thrust deep, nails digging into his back. He growled into your ear, panting as he continued chasing his high.

“That’s it- Alastor- A-Alastor—”

His thrusts became erratic. He buried his face in your neck.

“Alastor please- I- I’m close-!!! Ahh!!!”

As you cried in ecstasy, Alastor spilled his spend into you, collapsing on top of you.

Alastor kissed the top of your head. “You did amazing.”

You gently smiled, looking up at him with love.

“We should clean up.”

“And clean up we shall.”

After you both caught your breath, Alastor picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, starting the shower.

Whilst waiting for the shower water to warm up, Alastor handed you a towel and you got one for him. You sat in his lap on the edge of the bath tub, resting your face in his neck.

“You look exhausted, love.” Alastor brushed your hair.

“Mmhmm… you wore me out, Al…”

“Oh dear. Exhausted you from intercourse. Whatever will I do?” He softly chuckled.

You breathed in his scent, gently nuzzling his neck.

Steam started to fill the room and Alastor picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips. Getting into the shower with you, he helped you down and sat with you, pulling you close.

“Let me help you wash up, darling.”

Grabbing the soap from above, Alastor gently lathered his hands in soap, caressing your skin. You groaned softly, enjoying his touch.

“Al, I’m a little sore. Could you please massage my thighs?”

“Of course.”

He used a firm grip to massage your muscles.

“Is that better?”

“Yes, it is. Thanks.”

You took the soap from him and lathered his body in suds, taking his shampoo to wash his hair.

In your care, Alastor smiled softly, feeling lucky to have such a gorgeous woman like you to take care of him. Considering how he was absent for so long, and you loved him no matter what, he felt very lucky.

He gently grabbed your wrist.

You looked at him with concern. “Al? What’s wrong?”

“My dear,” he started, sighing, “I apologize for my behavior earlier. What I did was wrong. I was jealous of you, and I let my judgement be clouded. I know you’re better than that, not to leave me for the King of Hell.”

He gently held your hand.

“You have every right to be cross with me, my love. Cross, hurt, upset, anything.”

He gently kissed your knuckles, then the inside of your wrist.

“I humbly ask for your forgiveness, my love.”

You gently held his head, kissing his forehead.

“Thank you, Alastor. I know that you were feeling absurd things, and I’m baffled, yes, but I forgive you. You are—well, not human anymore, but ‘human’—and jealousy becoming of you is normal, albeit baffling. But I love you nonetheless, you silly man.”

You kissed him gently, his ears gently lowering. Holding your face, he kissed you back, one hand cupping your cheek and another pulling you to him by your spine.

“I love you too, dearest.”

Alastor helped wash your hair too, and after resting for a while, you and Alastor got out of the shower, turning off the water and bundling yourselves in towels.

At the sink, you brushed your teeth with him and turned on the hair dryer, using it to dry out Alastor’s hair and then your own. You noticed he seemed to be… distant.

At the sight of dullness in his eyes, you feigned a gasp, gently laying a hand on his chest.

“Alastor! You’re naked!”

He looked down at you.

“Dear, I know I’m—”

You gently shushed him.

“No, love. You’re naked.”

“Oh.”

With a sly grin you gently started to tickle him, watching him start to laugh and beg you for mercy.

“I’m gonna get you!!”

You continued to tickle him, and he tickled you back, making you giggle cutely.

“Al please! Mercy! Mercy!!”

“Merci? Is that a thank you? You want more?”

He continued tickling you, making you laugh.

“Please Al! Mercy!”

He pulled back, holding you close. You kissed his nose and laid your head on his chest.

“You’re never fully dressed without a smile, Al.”

“Thank you, my love.”

He gently kissed you, embracing you gently.

You looked up at him. “Why don’t we put on pajamas?”

He smiled gently. “You read my mind.”

You both fetched your satin sleepwear, climbing back into bed. He turned off the lamp in your shared room, holding you in bed.

“Sleep well, Mon Amour.”

Both of you fell asleep soundly soon after that, now back to normal.

The exterminations caused fear to rise in Hell. Those who escaped the angels were lucky to live, and this included Overlords. With Alastor, he was a target for Heaven’s extermination army. If they rid of influence, then they would be able to lower the chance of an uprising against Heaven.

Now, just before the next, Alastor had to leave? It didn’t make sense to you, but it definitely stung, and that you knew for certain.

“My dear,” said Alastor, caressing your cheek. “I have to go away for a while. A sabbatical, if you will.”

“Why can’t I come with you?” You looked up at him with teary eyes, burying your face in his chest while you hugged him. “I don’t want you to go…”

It tore him to see you so distressed. Alastor never wanted to leave, he loved you dearly. If it wasn’t for Rosie, he would have no reason to leave. But because of the extermination about to commence and with his rise of popularity, he had to go into hiding and stay off the air.

It plagued you. He gently held you, kissing the top of your head.

“My rose, I will return. I will be gone for a long time, but I don’t want this to disturb you. I will send letters. Promise me you won’t leave..”

“I’m your wife, for christ sake!” You looked up at him, brushing away your tears. “What makes you think I would leave?”

You cried softly, and it tore him apart. “At least eat with me one last time before you go, Alastor…”

He nodded, cupping your face in his hands and kissing your temple. “Of course, Chéri.”

He would be complaining to Rosie about this. Why couldn’t his dear wife come with him? Why did he have to bury himself in solidarity? All of this rubbed him the wrong way. He hated answering to a higher power. He wanted his freedom to spend the rest of his afterlife with his lovely wife, and that’s it.

He made you jambalaya, spending his last moments with you talking and trying to keep the mood light to try and distract from the depressing atmosphere hanging overhead. He poured you a glass of wine, toasting you to a promise of return. After that, he climbed into bed with you, holding you as you began to fall asleep.

He was gone the next morning.

You spent seven years alone. Isolated.

Occasionally, once or twice a year, Alastor managed to get a letter to you, telling about how much he missed you, and that he couldn’t wait to reunite with you again. It warmed your heart, but also made you devastated, only reminding you of the distance between you and your beloved.

You and Alastor had only been married for two years. And just before your third anniversary, he was torn from you. Where was he? Where was he being kept? Well, at least he wasn’t in danger.

It had now been a year, so now it was the day of your fourth anniversary.

“Happy… four years, Alastor.”

At the table you sat alone, the room illuminated by four candles on a cake you had purchased at a bakery nearby. You just stared, tears falling. You cried softly at the table, distraught over the silence of your husband and his absence.

A year and a half alone. Frightened. Untouched. Isolated and alone in your home without the warmth of your husband.

It was killing you. The radio which played the jazz you both danced to sat untouched, collecting dust. It was taking everything in you not to slip into something dangerous, as you knew if you did, you wouldn’t be able to escape. You would have trapped yourself in a cage of your own making.

Finally, after seven long gruesome years alone, you had enough. You were loyal, but you needed something to do. Every day in your house alone was going to drive you mad.

“I need something to do.”

To your luck, you had heard of this ‘Happy Hotel,’ and though you weren’t looking for a ticket for redemption, you thought a job might suffice.

“Finally, something to get me out of the house.”

You drove your car down to this ‘Happy Hotel,’ a flyer in hand. You had seen the news and the performance, and now you had some more information about for this... hotel, if you could even call it that. (The performance on 666 News was not endearing, to say the least.)

Arriving, with three knocks you waited at the door. When the door opened, there stood the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie Morningstar.

“Hello! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! I’m Charlie!”

“Pleasure.” You shook her hand. “May I come in now?”

“Yes! Yes yes, of course!” The princess bounced up and down with pure excitement, opening the door wide for you.

Upon entering, there were two other unnamed people, who Charlie introduced as Vaggie, her girlfriend, and Angel Dust, the hotel’s first guest, and famous porn star.

Charlie approached you again, happy to have another sinner interested. “So! Miss L/N, right? Are you interested in redeeming yourself to get to Heaven?”

“Actually,” you started, watching her smile falter a little. “I am here as I heard about your little hotel and saw the broadcast, and thought you could use more helping hands. It seems you lack staff, so I thought I could offer myself.”

Vaggie, the princess’ girlfriend, came over to you, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. You were an Overlord, what could you possibly want except trouble?

“What kind of job? Or is that just some form of you saying you want to make a deal?”

Charlie pulled Vaggie aside. “Lighten up, Vaggie, you’ll scare her away!”

Vaggie looked at her taller lover, sighing.

“Charlie,” Vaggie started, laying a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, “Overlords only want trouble, you know that.”

Charlie nodded. “Mhm.”

Vaggie continued. “So she could be looking to cause trouble!”

Out of earshot, you were striking up a conversation with Angel, talking about life in hell, his role, and more.

Charlie looked back at you then back at Vaggie. “Well, have faith! Let’s give her a chance, she could mean well for the hotel!”

Vaggie closed her eyes, nodding. “Sure. After all, Overlords have influence. If word gets out about her at the hotel, it might draw in sinners looking to redeem!”

Charlie bounced excitedly and hugged Vaggie, who hugged back with affection and a soft smile.

Charlie then came back over to you, nodding firmly.

“Okay, Miss L/N! You’re hired!”

You smiled with a soft nod. “Ah, wonderful. Just allow me to help with whatever you need, Princess!”

When she nodded and left, you slumped into the couch, sighing and thinking to yourself.

“Perfect. Now I have something to do. I just have to wait for Alastor to come back, whenever that may be—”

A knock came from the front doors to the hotel, which caught Charlie’s attention. She approached the door warily, the temperature seeming to drop the closer she got to the door.

When she got to the door, she opened it, craning her neck to see a tall, creepy man. His eyes opened and he smiled wide, hands folded behind his back.

“HEL—!”

Charlie slammed the door and reopened it.

“—LO!”

She thought to herself, in shock.

“Hey Vaggie?”

“Whattt?”

“The Radio Demon is at the door!”

Vaggie shot up and you did too.

“What?!”

“What should I do?!” Charlie pulled at her face.

Vaggie thought. “Well, don’t let him in!”

But you thought in your mind.

‘Yes. Please let him in. That’s my husband. I want to see him. But what the hell is he doing back so soon? And without telling me?’

Charlie looked at the door again, opening it.

“May I speak now?”

She crossed her arms. “You may—”

He abruptly outstretched his hand. “Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you sweetheart! QUITE a pleasure!” He let himself in. “Excuse my sudden visit but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldn’t resist! What a performance!! Why I haven’t been that entertained since— Y/N?!”

He seemed shocked to see you. Shocked, at a loss for words, he felt it all. You stood, coming over to him and holding him tight, and he gently pulled you off after hugging you.

“WHERE WERE YOU?! YOU SAID YOU’D COME HOME!”

He was taken aback by your anger that you felt rightfully so. He looked down at you.

“My dear, I swung by the house and you weren’t there! I was going to announce my coming home, but I assumed you must have been out running errands! I’m terribly sorry.”

He hugged you.

Charlie was confused, and so were Vaggie and Angel. Charlie came over.

“Soooo… you two know each other?”

Vaggie seemed confused, lowering her spear. “The Radio Demon has a.. what?”

You smiled. “Wife.”

“Wife?!” Exclaimed all three in unison, surprised.

Alastor nodded. “This is my lovely wife, Y/N. We have been married for.. my apologies, dear, how long has it been?”

“Nine years.”

“Nine years. I can’t believe I missed it.”

You looked up at him. “We have seven anniversaries, fourteen birthdays, seven Valentine’s Days, seven Halloweens, and seven Christmases to catch up on. You’ve missed everything.”

He held your hand. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll make sure that I catch up on everything with you. I’ll see you at home then?”

You nodded, giving him a hug before leaving the hotel, listening to his dialogue between him and Charlie about the hotel fade into the background.

Driving your car, you made it home, parking it in the driveway. You loved your home that you shared with Alastor, you felt so lucky he gave you such a gift to share with you. And now, you were waiting—once again—for his return.

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After providing Charlie with help and more staff for the hotel—and after a little brawl with an overlord wanna-be—Alastor returned home to you, the love of his life, prepared for whatever you may feel towards him.

He opened the door with his keys, walking in and closing the door behind him.

“My dear, I’m home~!!”

You emerged from the kitchen, in the middle of making supper.

“There you are, Alastor!” You furiously tugged off your apron and oven mitts. “For seven years and a day I’ve been waiting for you to come home! Do you have any idea—”

He shut you up with a gentle kiss, pulling you into a hug and getting you to return the kiss, hook, line, and sinker. You gently pet his ear, pulling away.

Alastor raised your chin so you could look at him, his gaze somber.

“You have every right to be upset, my love. I’ve been an absent husband, and I have failed to be there for you. I love you dearly, and if it were up to me, I would stay with you to protect you during the harsh times. But unfortunately for you and for me, I’m under lock and key.”

He hugged you and rubbed your back.

“Can you forgive me?”

After a pause, you held him tight, crying into his shoulder. “I’m just so glad you’re safe… I was so worried for so long…”

He held you gently, embracing you tightly.

“Of course I forgive you, I’m just worried about you.”

“I’m glad. I’m lucky to have you.”

He kissed the top of your head, gently petting your hair.

“Now, I made a meal. Will you come join me for supper?”

“Always, my dear.”

Alastor helped set the table, and you served you and him meatloaf. He always loved your cooking.

As you sat at the table, both of you ate your meal together. The candles were lit, napkins in your lap, just enjoying your first meal together since he left.

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About a week later, you had spent so much time catching up Alastor on your life, things that had happened in the past seven years. You spent time with him catching up on all your special days over the course of so many years, enjoying each moment with him. You told him how just before his arrival you offered to work at the Happy Hotel—now Hazbin hotel—and now you were working there, and so was Alastor.

After such an eventful week, you two thought to stay in the Hazbin Hotel for your jobs.

It has been a week since the exterminations, and the hotel was in good shape. You and Alastor worked around the hotel during the day, you often helping with chores. You didn’t have a specific description assigned to you, so you helped however you could.

However, over time, you took on advertisement for the hotel. Since Alastor expressed his distaste for modern entertainment, you took it upon yourself to handle televised advertisements for the hotel.

Busy in your study scheduling another advertisement to air, you caught word from the lobby that Lucifer himself was going to be coming to the hotel soon! Oh, and that was exciting for you. You always wanted to meet the King of Hell, and as an Overlord, you wanted to make a great impression.

You then spent that evening practicing how you would introduce yourself.

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Awaking with Alastor the next morning, you helped each other bathe and dress, coming downstairs for breakfast. Afterwards, everyone at the hotel began preparing for Lucifer’s arrival. Angel did his makeup, Niffty made cookies, and you and Alastor helped with tidying up little messes and hanging little decorations for Lucifer’s arrival here and there.

Alastor turned to you with a grin. “What lovely work, my dear!” There was applause over his radio, and you chuckled, grinning back up at him.

“Not so bad yourself, ‘My Deer.’”

Your pun made Alastor delightfully chuckle.

Charlie rushed to the door. “OKAY everyone!! It’s showtime~!!”

She opened the door and there stood the.. rather short king, but quite the spectacle nonetheless!

“Charlie!!” The King hugged his daughter, rambling on about how good it was to see her.

Afterwards, Charlie began to introduce everyone in the hotel. Vaggie, Niffty, Husk, Angel, and Sir Pentious.

After catching sight of the bar, Alastor appeared behind Lucifer to introduce himself.

“Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!” You caught view of how he wiped his hand on his jacket. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name!”

He made a pinching motion with his fingers to show how short Lucifer was.

“I must say, you are much shorter in real life!”

“Who is this? Who is this now— are you the bellhop?”

“Haha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.” He leaned on his cane with a more strained smile.

Lucifer thought. “Nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel! Ha ha ha!”

Alastor glared. “Ha ha ha! It was actually my idea.”

Lucifer glared back. “Ha ha ha! Well, it's not very clever!”

With a strained grin, Alastor looked down at him. “Ha ha! Fuck you.”

Charlie stepped in immediately to prevent anything from happening.

“Okay! Okay, anyway. Dad, there’s someone else I want you to meet.”

She came over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, to which you took as cue to smile pleasantly.

“And this is Miss L/N, who is responsible for our media representation!”

You smiled and shook Lucifer’s hand.

“The pleasure is mine, Your Highness. Please! Call me Y/N.”

He nodded and let go of your hand. “Ah! Media representation! Which is…?”

You elaborated with a smile. “I make sure that I broadcast televised advertisements of the hotel to give it good representation during commercial breaks! I hope you might have seen one of my segments to market this hotel!”

Lucifer nodded. “I managed to catch one of them on television! That was your work? Wow! I felt captivated! If I was a sinner, I definitely would have been sold. Fine work, young lady.”

Alastor was watching from afar of your pleasant interaction with Lucifer, and static increased over his radio, his smile grew tense, and his grip on his staff only tightened more. He looked like he might pop a vessel.

He hated Lucifer with every fiber of his being, and it began to cloud his judgment. Was he trying to steal you? Was he trying to seduce you? Oh, how it ruffled his feathers.

If not for directly in front of the small audience of the hotel’s patrons, he might do something brash or cause a scene. He growled lowly, now angry.

You nodded at Lucifer’s compliment, continuing your segment. “Miss Charlie’s dream is rather peculiar, and it is such an honor to advertise for her dream of redeeming sinners!”

Lucifer beamed. “I’m glad that my daughter has someone like you to represent her dreams!”

Charlie nodded. “Without her help, Dad, we wouldn’t have been able to get the word out there! Posters, televised ads, she does a lot!”

You nodded with a soft chuckle, and Alastor only disappeared, frustrated.

“How dare that short bastard try to charm her! Doesn’t he know she belongs to me? Or should I put him in his place?”

Alastor schemed for hours in his radio tower pacing back and forth. To his frustration, Lucifer wasn’t helping at all.

Over the course of a couple weeks, Lucifer decided to move in, and you two talked way too often for Alastor’s liking. He was growing frustrated seeing how well you got along with that damn snake.

You felt confused, as Alastor seemed distant towards you, and was away more shut up in his tower. You tried to ask him, but he brushed it off. You decided to give him some space.

“Lousy— I’ll show him. I’ll show him to stay away. He won’t get to her, I’ll make sure of it!”

The more he schemed as the days went by, the more clouded his judgement became. He needed to show Lucifer who you belonged to. You two had been married almost a decade and this lousy king tries to come in and ruin things? Oh Alastor wasn’t having it.

He would show him.

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The next day, Alastor approached you in the morning.

“Y/N, dear,” he cooed, a grin spreading across his face, “would you like to go out to dinner tonight?”

“I- yes Alastor! I would love to.”

Just having Alastor in his presence infuriated Lucifer. He sneered and changed his tune as soon as Alastor left.

“That dumb, red loudspeaker. Tsk. Anyhow, Y/N, how do you feel about ducks?”

“Oh how I love ducks! They’re such adorable creatures.”

Just watching you have pleasant conversation with Lucifer only pushed Alastor to continue his plan further. At some point his shadow tried to stop him, but Alastor only brushed him off.

“Not now, old friend,” said Alastor, brushing him off, “I have to show him who she belongs to.”

His shadow knew this was a terrible idea. It tried to warn you, but was always blocked by Alastor. He didn’t want you to suspect a thing. He would win you back fair and square.

The following day after your dinner date, Alastor continued to plan dates with you in a maddened state. He talked with you and spent lots of time with you in the lobby, deliberately trying to get between you and Lucifer. He wasn’t as low as to say lies to cause a problem, but he was petty and selfish enough to let this prick who you belonged to.

Lucifer, however, was making no move whatsoever to try and win you over. He thought you were a great person and you were a thrill to be around, but he was a married man, with an absent wife he was loyal to. Why would he just flirt with some random sinner?

He knew you had a ring on your finger, but brought no attention to it, until one day Alastor tried to court you again.

You were so unbelievably confused. This was the fourth week! It was like before your marriage all over again.

Lucifer laughed with you on the sofa, trying to redirect the conversation.

“So, I’ve noticed your ring! It’s lovely.”

“Oh! Yes. This lovely thing.” You looked at your ring with love in your eyes. “He is such a lovely man.”

Knowing you were talking about him, Alastor’s ego swelled. His plan was working! That bastard will soon stop his efforts, or so Alastor was hoping.

“How long have you been married?”

“Nine lovely years.”

“I hope to meet him one day. Or her! Or... even them! Wow! I love seeing people happy.”

“And happy we are!” Alastor strode over, placing a hand on your shoulder, making Lucifer grimace.

Lucifer grimaced. “You’re married to him?! What could you possible see in that deer man?!”

You snapped. “Alright that is ENOUGH! Alastor, a word?”

You dragged him over to a hallway, furious.

“Alastor, just what is the matter with you?! I’m embarrassed by your behavior! What is your problem? I can talk to Lucifer, or is your anger towards him so fucking deep that even I, an individual, am barred from talking to him?! You need to fix yourself!!”

He growled, dragging you down the hall to your bedroom.

He opened the door and pinned you to the back of it as soon as it shut, kissing you heavily.

“Alastor—”

He kissed you deeply, groaning as you returned it. The kiss grew heated, needy, and deeper. His hips pressed into yours and you threw your leg over his hip, moaning into the kiss.

Alastor rolled his hips into yours, erection pressing against your pencil skirt.

“This is what you do to me.”

Alastor threw you onto your shared, plush bed, drinking in the sight of you.

He growled, his arousal straining against his pants.

“Alastor, what is this all about?”

“Nothing. I need you. Right now.”

“Oh.”

He crawled onto the bed, caging you in. He came down to your neck, sucking and kissing, leaving hickeys. He gently nipped your neck too.

“A-ah— Alastor…”

Hearing your moans only increased his arousal. He moved down your neck to your collarbones, looking up at you. With a nod from you, he growled and tore off your blouse, kissing down your chest in the valley of your breasts.

“Please, Alastor…”

He captured your lips in a kiss again, groaning as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders.

“I need you badly, Chéri…”

“Then take from me. Make me feel good.”

You kissed his forehead, brushing hair from his face. He gently rubbed the top of your hips.

“Mine.”

He tossed his shirt and smiled wickedly down at you.

You whined, arousal gathering between your thighs. You stripped your clothes off, tossing them along with Al’s onto the floor.

Alastor kissed the inside of your thighs, loving the sounds you made.

“Ohhh… A-Alastor…”

His tongue licked a stripe up your slit. He looked up at you, watching as your face contorted and brows knit together. You growled and tangled your hand in his hair, lying back against the pillows.

“You’re so wet.”

He sucked your sensitive bud, making you moan louder and whine.

“P-please Al I need to cum-! Ah…”

“Good girl.”

He pushed two fingers into your wet cunt, curling them. You arched your spine, only tugging on his hair more.

“Alastorrrrr…”

He worked his fingers more, pumping them in and out of your pussy. He slowly worked them faster and faster to push you over the edge, enjoying hearing you as your moans got higher in pitch.

“Alastor-! I— ah- I’m gonna—!”

“Cum for me, Mon Amour.”

With that you came hard with a cry of ecstasy, making a mess all over his face and nose. Panting, you looked down at him, ruffling his hair. You laid back against the pillows, catching your breath.

“That was amazing.. mm..”

He pulled you on top of him, lying back against the pillows and hooking his arms under your knees, holding you flushed to him as he spread you wide.

“Alastor?”

“You’re mine right now.”

He gently spread your lips with his fingers, sinking them in to make you groan.

“Alastor… ahh-”

He thrust up into you, both of you moaning in unison.

“You’re so wet.”

He set a slow pace, hitting the back of your cunt each time, and soon enough he set a fast, needy pace.

“Ah- ah- Alastor—!”

Hearing your cries made him thrust faster and deeper.

“Y/N— merde..”

He thrust up into your cunt over and over, grunting in your ear and panting.

“Say it. Say that you belong to me.”

Panting, your mind was becoming more and more clouded with pleasure.

“I- I’m yours…”

“Say that you belong to me.”

“Yes- I- ah— I’m yours!!”

The pleasure only continued to build.

“Mine mine mine…”

He continued to thrust into you, panting.

“I’m close, Chéri.”

Your moaned got higher in pitch and louder, and with a final thrust, Alastor pushed you both over the edge, making you see stars. He laid his head on your shoulder, panting.

After a minute, Alastor pulled out with a groan, his seed spilling from you. He propped you up against the headboard of the bed, sitting next to you.

He moved to rest his head on your chest, looking up at you. His ears were pinned and his smile was small and strained. You tilted your head and pulled up the blanket.

“Alastor dear, what is the matter?”

He buried his face in your chest, softly crying. His ears were pinned all the way back. His state surprised you, and you gently pet his hair.

“Shhh… Alastor, why are you crying?”

He looked up at you, ashamed.

“I was jealous. Jealous of you talking to Lucifer.” He brushed away his tears.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about.” Your eyes narrowed.

He continued. “I was threatened by him, insecure. I was weak. I thought he was trying to take you from me…”

You held him close. “No no no, Alastor! Not at all!”

You pet his hair and brushed it out of his face. “Me and Lucifer had no emotional connection like that. We talked, yes, but it was because he was pleasant to be around.”

You cupped his cheeks, petting his ears and hair again, kissing the top of your forehead.

“You’re sorely mistaken if you think I’m going anywhere, my love. I love you for you.”

He smiled gently, resting his head on your chest, the thump of your heart filling his ears.

“Thank you, Mon Chéri.”

You kissed the top of his head.

He sat up and held your face, kissing you like you would disappear in an instant. You wrapped your hands under his arms, holding his back. Your hand gently trailed up his spine and held the back of his head, the kisses turning salty from his tears. He reached for your hand and intertwined his with yours, gripping it tight. He brought it to his lips, kissing your delicate hand, treating you like a flower.

“I love you, Mon Amour,” he said, kissing your hand again, “you mean everything to me.”

“And you mean everything to me, Alastor.”

“I need more of you…”

He kissed you again, pulling your legs over his hips, cock at your entrance. He kissed down your neck, hearing you moan softly. He thrust in, sucking your neck as you moaned loudly and gripped his shoulder.

“That’s it, Mon Cher~ fuck, you take me so good…”

He rested his forehead against yours, holding onto your thighs as he thrust deep into you. Not as animalistic as the last round, but needy and desperate.

You moaned softly as he thrust deep, nails digging into his back. He growled into your ear, panting as he continued chasing his high.

“That’s it- Alastor- A-Alastor—”

His thrusts became erratic. He buried his face in your neck.

“Alastor please- I- I’m close-!!! Ahh!!!”

As you cried in ecstasy, Alastor spilled his spend into you, collapsing on top of you.

Alastor kissed the top of your head. “You did amazing.”

You gently smiled, looking up at him with love.

“We should clean up.”

“And clean up we shall.”

After you both caught your breath, Alastor picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, starting the shower.

Whilst waiting for the shower water to warm up, Alastor handed you a towel and you got one for him. You sat in his lap on the edge of the bath tub, resting your face in his neck.

“You look exhausted, love.” Alastor brushed your hair.

“Mmhmm… you wore me out, Al…”

“Oh dear. Exhausted you from intercourse. Whatever will I do?” He softly chuckled.

You breathed in his scent, gently nuzzling his neck.

Steam started to fill the room and Alastor picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips. Getting into the shower with you, he helped you down and sat with you, pulling you close.

“Let me help you wash up, darling.”

Grabbing the soap from above, Alastor gently lathered his hands in soap, caressing your skin. You groaned softly, enjoying his touch.

“Al, I’m a little sore. Could you please massage my thighs?”

“Of course.”

He used a firm grip to massage your muscles.

“Is that better?”

“Yes, it is. Thanks.”

You took the soap from him and lathered his body in suds, taking his shampoo to wash his hair.

In your care, Alastor smiled softly, feeling lucky to have such a gorgeous woman like you to take care of him. Considering how he was absent for so long, and you loved him no matter what, he felt very lucky.

He gently grabbed your wrist.

You looked at him with concern. “Al? What’s wrong?”

“My dear,” he started, sighing, “I apologize for my behavior earlier. What I did was wrong. I was jealous of you, and I let my judgement be clouded. I know you’re better than that, not to leave me for the King of Hell.”

He gently held your hand.

“You have every right to be cross with me, my love. Cross, hurt, upset, anything.”

He gently kissed your knuckles, then the inside of your wrist.

“I humbly ask for your forgiveness, my love.”

You gently held his head, kissing his forehead.

“Thank you, Alastor. I know that you were feeling absurd things, and I’m baffled, yes, but I forgive you. You are—well, not human anymore, but ‘human’—and jealousy becoming of you is normal, albeit baffling. But I love you nonetheless, you silly man.”

You kissed him gently, his ears gently lowering. Holding your face, he kissed you back, one hand cupping your cheek and another pulling you to him by your spine.

“I love you too, dearest.”

Alastor helped wash your hair too, and after resting for a while, you and Alastor got out of the shower, turning off the water and bundling yourselves in towels.

At the sink, you brushed your teeth with him and turned on the hair dryer, using it to dry out Alastor’s hair and then your own. You noticed he seemed to be… distant.

At the sight of dullness in his eyes, you feigned a gasp, gently laying a hand on his chest.

“Alastor! You’re naked!”

He looked down at you.

“Dear, I know I’m—”

You gently shushed him.

“No, love. You’re naked.”

“Oh.”

With a sly grin you gently started to tickle him, watching him start to laugh and beg you for mercy.

“I’m gonna get you!!”

You continued to tickle him, and he tickled you back, making you giggle cutely.

“Al please! Mercy! Mercy!!”

“Merci? Is that a thank you? You want more?”

He continued tickling you, making you laugh.

“Please Al! Mercy!”

He pulled back, holding you close. You kissed his nose and laid your head on his chest.

“You’re never fully dressed without a smile, Al.”

“Thank you, my love.”

He gently kissed you, embracing you gently.

You looked up at him. “Why don’t we put on pajamas?”

He smiled gently. “You read my mind.”

You both fetched your satin sleepwear, climbing back into bed. He turned off the lamp in your shared room, holding you in bed.

“Sleep well, Mon Amour.”

Both of you fell asleep soundly soon after that, now back to normal.

Ah, the country. You had grown up and died there, living a very full life. From the farm to the animals, that’s all you ever knew. Of course, you also knew you were prone to bar fights. You knew of the world outside of the countryside, but never really thought about venturing out there. That is until your death, of course.

Climbing up to be an overlord in Hell, it occurred to you finally that you were in here because of your violent tendencies and behavior. You had an impulse issue when it came to fighting people. And now, due to your wrath, you wound up in hell.

Hell had advanced to be technology forward. When you first got here, you felt so confused with everything everywhere.

“What are these damn things?” Seeing all the flashy screens was confusing. It didn’t bring much help no matter how much you asked fellow sinners for advice on the damn trinkets. Nobody explained anything to you, too self-absorbed to help.

Walking past an alley one day, a glint caught your attention. You came over, your interest captivated.

“What in tarnation…?”

You came over slowly to where the glint was coming from, locating it. It was some.. picture box thing —which you had learned was widely called a television— that looked switched off. Who would just leave it here?

In your curious state, you sat down in the alley, holding it with care. It was so peculiar!

You turned it over slowly in your hands, running your hand across the back panel, and then the front screen. In your curious state, you tilted your head to the side, poking the screen again.

You chuckled. “Oh look at that!” You smiled softly, playing with the antenna, “The TV has a lil’ hat!”

Why would anyone give a TV a little hat?

That is, until the screen turned on, an audible groan coming from the picture box. You exclaimed in surprise, throwing it in shock. It didn’t seem too happy.

“OW! FUCK!”

The television was a.. head? Whatever it was, it was clearly mad, glaring up at you.

“What’s the big idea throwing me, lady?!”

“Heavens to Betsy!” You put a hand over your racing heart. “You gave me quite the scare there, darlin.’”

“Yeah. I’m a discarded overlord. So what?”

“So what?” You picked him up again. “Oh, baby…”

You were enamored by his everything his little TV head had to offer. You spun his antenna in your hand, watching him blush a little but shake it off.

“What?” He laughed at you, “You never see a TV before?”

You chuckled back. “Can’t reckon that I have, darlin.’”

“‘Darlin’?” Vox was confused. “What are you, southern or something?”

“Why, yes I am!” You smiled, tipping your hat. “Y/N. The pleasure is mine, Mr…?”

“Vox.” You gave him a look.

“Vox? Oh Vox! The overlord that destroyed everything. I’ve heard a thing or two.” You started to put him down.

“Waitwaitwaitwait!” Vox looked at you with panic. Any attention made him happy. “Please! Please, lady, I want to change.”

“Really?” You held him closer to your face, his facial features shrinking into the screen.

“Y-yeah! Please help me. I want to regenerate my body again.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, then thought nothing of it. “Oh all right then, sugar. I’ll help you!”

He seemed excited about that. Also, he would be lying if he said he didn’t think you were pretty. The way your hair framed your face, your cowgirl hat… he thought you might be some angel in disguise.

“Vox,” you said, holding him, “why is it that you’re in this alleyway and not back with the Vees?”

“I.. can’t really answer that. They haven’t found me.”

“Huh. Interesting.”

You picked him up, still interested in his screen.

“Well, now I have you to take care of!”

Since the destruction of The Might of Lilith —which you still didn’t understand— Vox had lost everything. He lost his status as a Vee, lost his body, and lost the respect of Hell. His only hope was that VoxTek would stay afloat and wouldn’t tank, at least he still had that as an overlord.

On your end, since the destruction of The Might of Lilith, you were working hard to understand technology, as you would have to adapt. You were like a fish out of water. Nothing made sense, and it was hard to adapt to this new… ‘technology’ for survival. Eventually though, to your fortune, it all started to make sense. You didn’t quite understand television yet, but basic things to interact with for survival were coming along nicely.

So much so, after you were a little bit better with technology, you started to gain some momentum around you. You don’t know how you got to the hotel in the first place, but meeting the king, you told him all about how you had heard about how it was possibly to traverse realms, and knowing that there was a countryside in the ring of Wrath, you really wanted to go. You explained that all this high-grade technology was hard to understand, and you wished to go back to a place similar to your lifestyle on Earth.

Normally, the King of Hell wouldn’t just give a visa away so carelessly, but after agreeing to help out Charlie, his daughter, your visa would be valid for as long as you proved yourself to be a hard-working sinner to aid Charlie.

It definitely was a challenge, but it was worth it for a visa to visit the closest thing to home.

Carrying the TV with you, you made your way to where the elevator was located. It was definitely hard to get this visa a couple months ago, so you were going to use it as often as you wanted.

At the entrance you swiped the card, then entered. There was several people bustling about. Imps arriving from different rings, people coming and going, it was a lot. You and your little TV head version on Vox made your way to the elevator, then entering, pushing the button to descend to the ring of Wrath just located below the ring of Pride.

Vox looked up at you. “Well, miss Y/N, seems we’re both going down to Wrath. I don’t think I’ve ever been.”

You looked at him. “How long will it take ya to regenerate your body?”

He thought on that. “It’s usually a month.”

“A month? Well, I’ll get to take care of you all day!”

Soon with a ding!, the elevator opened to the Wrath ring, and you stepped out into the surrounding area of the elevator’s room, Vox in hand.

“Before I found you, Vox, I managed to get a lil’ house on the farm! I’ve been tending to it, and living there. We’ll find it.”

After traveling for a while, both you and Vox found your home on the countryside. Now he was the fish out of water. He was used to the flashing lights, the big city. The hustle and advancements in technology was his life. But the simple countryside? It would be a while before he could adjust.

You laid Vox in one of the two beds, bringing back some soup for him. He looked up at you.

He seemed suspicious. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

You chuckled. “It’s just how I am, sugar! Hospitality is in my roots.”

He thought it was cute when you fed him soup, and it wasn’t all that bad. For a countryside recipe, it was actually delicious. He liked the soup, and asked for some seconds, as he was really hungry.

Over time with you, Vox learned tales of your life and the countryside. Bar fights, tending to cattle at home, he heard a lot. In addition, his body continued to regenerate. One day you were happy for him as you saw his neck, then the tops of his shoulders, then his biceps, and faster than expected Vox gained back a body.

You were preparing food for him one day when he walked into the kitchen behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

“Good mornin’, Vox~” you blushed gently, then it occurred to you that he now has the ability to hug you.

“Heavens to Betsy! Oh Vox, you have your body back!”

You hugged him happily, excited for him. He gently brushed hair out of your face, smiling.

“Yeah, I do!” He managed to secure some clothes before coming to surprise you, now in a plain white lounge shirt and pants. He hugged you, grateful for restoring him back to health.

“Thank you so much, baby..” he held you tight, resting his face in your hair. You smiled gently, and hugged him tightly back.

In the month you had been together, you both managed to catch feelings for one another. Vox needed his body back so he could take care of you now, and now that he had it, he wanted to make you food, make you feel special. Eventually, he wanted you to move onto his floor on V tower.

“Now I can date you properly.” He kissed your temple, caressing your cheeks. You chuckled gently, turning back to the food.

“The food won’t get done if you just stand here if you keep a hold on me! I’m fixin’ it now. Have a seat, darlin’.”

Vox sat at the kitchen table, admiring your cute form. He loved watching you cook in your cute little apron.

“What’s on the menu today, dear?”

“This morning, we’re having country ham and redeye gravy!”

“That sounds really good.” Vox watched as you brought over his plate, waiting for you to sit so he could eat. You served yourself, sitting next to him.

“So, Y/N,” he looked to you. “I was thinking about we could go back to Sin City, Pentagram City, or the Entertainment District. I’ve seen so much from your style of living, I was thinking I could show you some of mine!”

Vox was really excited to get to know you more. He might not show it so much as he would have, but he was. Despite hearing so many stories for the month you two had known each other, he felt there was so much more to understand about you. And in turn, you wanted to know him better as well. Maybe his greed resetting him was a sign. Did he need to rework his life? Starting all over, he met you.

“I would love to, Vox!” He saw your tail swaying, happy to see you so excited.

You loved adapting. Even though the technology was weird, you couldn’t wait to learn his way of living, however modern and tech-forward it may be.

To Vox, everything was happening for a reason.