Hells Greatest Hazbins

✘ - Alastor sighed and rolled his shoulders as Vox unexpectedly threw a bit of an excuse out and left the room. Probably to sulk while he got the food.

Looking down at himself, and the barely formed stomach, put his hand over himself. " Your father is absolutely ridiculous. Does he really expect me to be okay with so many cameras in my face..." Why did Vox think that was going to be the exception? A huge gathering focused on them only , that would be the worst, he hated the idea of so much attention. Always preferring to be an isolated, mysterious figure- a private man with private rituals.

It wouldn't be until sometime in the evening that Vox came to Alastor's room with some food he had the kitchen prepare. One of the meals he knew that Alastor enjoyed eating. With a careful knock on the door, he waited only a moment before coming in with a smile, pretending like everything was fine.

His expression softened just a fraction, something more personal slipping through.

“You’re not, idiot. Lay down, you’re going to tear your fucking stitches.”

After a moment, the jester continued. “They’re fine,” Fizz said, more serious now. “Moxxie’s fine. Kid too. Bit shaken, but alive. Mission went sideways, but not that sideways.” He leaned in slightly, pointing at Blitz’s chest.

“You, on the other hand, nearly bled out like an idiot.” A beat. “You scared the shit outta them.”

Fizz straightened a little, his voice softened just a notch.

He thought he was dead.

Blitz relaxed against the bed with a soft sigh, placing a hand over his chest where the bandages were. "...As long as they're ok then that's all the matters," he sighs, "..I'm surprised to see you here. Ozzie's not missing you?"

He looks back up at Alastor, nodding about the food. "Then I'll go slow. I'll get you something tomorrow then and see about what cuts of meat might be best for you. I can't exactly feed you human flesh..." Though, it would be quite satisfying to be rid of a few of his colleagues.

The mention of human flesh made him smile a little more. "You sure there's not someone you want gone? There would be nothing left." Alastor offered, tempting the man just a bit. He relaxes and listens to the human say he wasn't sure what to do with him. "People buy demons for entertainment. Some buy them for parties to show off like circus animal style, some buy demons to torture to death and others use demons for sex- which can also involve torture and death." Alastor explained to the human.

He blinks a moment, "Well, I-I don't have to bathe you. Unless you need help...The tub is definitely small so you might need help getting your back...Here, why don't I run one and we can get you a little cleaned up? It might help you feel better." He stands up and heads to the bathroom to start running the tub with warm water. He's careful not to fill it too high knowing the water could splash out of the tub.

BLOOD ON THE BREEZE - first encounters, sharp instincts, and that feeling of being watched

“You should’ve kept walking… no one sane wanders into my territory after dark.”

“Relax. If I wanted to hurt you, you wouldn’t still be breathing.”

“Your heartbeat—why is it doing that? Am I frightening you… or something else?”

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re the one who followed the tracks.”

“You smell strange… familiar. What are you?”

“That’s close enough. I haven’t decided if you’re prey or problem yet.”

FANGS & FIRELIGHT - forced proximity, unlikely alliances, hunting partners who don’t trust each other

“Sit. If we’re going to survive until sunrise, we share the fire.”

“Don’t bare your teeth at me—save it for whatever’s stalking us from the treeline.”

“I don’t need your help. …Fine. Maybe I do.”

“You tracked me? Bold. Stupid, but bold.”

“If you turn on me, I’ll put you down. But until then… we fight together.”

“Stop growling. I’m not your enemy—not tonight.”

THE HUNT & THE HEAT - tension during the chase, breathless moments where instincts take over

“Don’t run. If you run, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“You keep staring at my teeth like you want me to bite you.”

“Shift back. I can’t understand you when you’re snarling.”

“Did you… track me by scent? That’s—oddly flattering.”

“If you’re going to pin me to the ground, at least tell me why.”

“You shouldn’t have followed me into the woods. I lose control out here.”

MOONSTRUCK CONFESSIONS - soft nights, quiet truths, unexpected vulnerability

“Your heartbeat calms me. I haven’t felt that in centuries.”

“I didn’t think I could trust anyone again… until you.”

“You’re warm. I forget what that feels like.”

“When you look at me, the hunger stops hurting.”

“You smell like winter—cold, steady, honest. It suits you.”

“Stay tonight. I don’t want to be alone with the moon again.”

BLOOD, BITE, & BODY HEAT - dangerously close, charged, intimate tension that blurs the line between threat and desire

“If you want me to stop, say it. Otherwise… don’t flinch when I lean in.”

“Your pulse is racing. Keep looking at me like that and I’ll lose every shred of restraint.”

“You don’t understand what you’re asking for. My bite isn’t gentle.”

“Hold still… let me taste you.”

“You’re trembling. That’s either bravery or foolishness.”

“Careful. If I mark you, every creature in these woods will know you’re mine.”

CLAWS IN THE DOORWAY - domestic chaos between supernatural rivals, roommates, or neighbors

“Did you just track mud—actual mud—through my house?”

“Don’t touch that. It’s wolfsbane. It won’t kill you but it’ll ruin my night.”

“You drank my blood bag again, didn’t you?”

“No howling inside. My neighbors complained.”

“Stop scratching the furniture—shift back if you need something to do with your hands.”

“You snore louder in wolf form than human form.”

NIGHT WARS & TRUCE TALKS - rival clans, uneasy truces, old grudges resurfacing

“I should hate you. I don’t. That’s the problem.”

“Your pack would tear me apart if they knew I was here.”

“Don’t mistake this alliance for affection. …Though I won’t deny the latter exists.”

“If we get caught together, we’re both dead.”

“You came alone? Either you’re brave, or you trust me far too much.”

“Call off your wolves or I walk away. And if I walk away… you won’t see me again.”

STAR-COLD BLOOD & WARM-BONED WOLVES - supernatural contrast, opposites-attract, warm vs. cold tension

“Your skin’s freezing. Come here—my coat’s big enough for both of us.”

“You run hot. It’s distracting.”

“You’re shivering. Drink from me.”

“You smell of pine and snow. It’s maddening.”

“Warmth is wasted on humans. Yet here you are, offering it freely.”

“Stop pretending you don’t like when I lean close.”

THE BITE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING - accidental turning, forbidden bites, desperate moments

“I didn’t mean to bite you—I lost control.”

“Your blood… it tastes wrong. Different. Powerful.”

“You’re changing. I can hear it in your heartbeat.”

“Look at me. Breathe. I’m not leaving you through this.”

“If you survive the night, you’ll never be the same.”

“Let me help you through the first shift. I won’t let you break.”

Regrets

Angel Dust shrugs his shoulders in response. Truth is, he doesn't really know what kind of movies he likes. When was the last time he actually watched a movie?

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The longer his hand was left hanging there, the longer a silence was felt between them, the more nervous the young overlord was becoming. Slowly, his hand fell back to his side. A pained nervousness gripped his chest and he was now trying to rethink things. Was he wrong to ask him? Did he not agree that they would make good partners? Or perhaps Alastor was insulted by him. He had gotten stronger, sure, but the radio demon was still above him in power level.

Alastor's abilities were not the only reason he was offering this partnership though. No, Vincent believed they were friends. That Alastor and himself had some sort of bond. Like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was different, he was certain of that.

For all the people Vincent had wanted to kill because he admired them and wanted to take what they had, Alastor was different. He wanted to grow with him. To be with him. Perhaps even as more than simple business partners, but Vincent didn't dare approach it from that angle. He thought that would scare Alastor off for sure.

His antenna drooped as he sat back down, his gaze focused at his own lap now even as Alastor said he could see the benefit, but the self-consciousness had already settled in. He felt sick. He had already taken a lot of courage to work up to even asking Alastor about this, and now he felt foolish for even trying.

Slowly, Vincent lifted his gaze to Alastor as he asked how he imagined their partnership to work. "Well..." he clears his throat, "People love us. Both of us, and radio was the precursor to video. I just...I thought that, given how close our mediums are, we could learn from each other and grow together. We'd have our own separate stakes in all of this, of course. I wouldn't hold power over you and you wouldn't me. It would be a mutually beneficial agreement. We could grow exponentially together. We could rule the airwaves and be on top. No one could stand against us."

"It wasn't a rejection, Vincent," he said finally. Reassurance was strange from a man who had never been particularly interested in reassuring the people who misunderstood him. He wasn't going to look hard at that instinct, least of all when he had a good buzz going, instead kicking it under the rug of his psyche as he focused on his friend Vincent.

Slowly, he turned in his seat, crossing one leg primly over the other as he often did. His staff was still tucked beneath his arm as he rested a hand on his knee, ears twitching back up, alert and focused towards the younger overlord now to show he had his full attention.

"You're not wrong, I already control everything being broadcast on the radio realm-wide, and I have little doubt you'll come to be the same way," he said. That was the fun thing about ruling a medium like that; you didn't need to have physical access to the other rings of Hell to enforce your control over it there. "I don't think it's a bad idea. I just wanted to hear more about your perspective."

And maybe that statement was more revealing of his feelings than if he had simply said them, considering he wasn't exactly known for listening to most people. He'd always had zero shame demonstrating the fact that he didn't; Vincent had also been the outlier, even if Alastor didn't always act like he was listening.

Beneath the conversation, the music had petered off, and this only just registered to Alastor. His eyes narrowed slightly, glancing over towards the jukebox across the room as his power reached out and took hold of it. One of the keys depressed as if touched with an invisible hand, and one of the songs the both of them had enjoyed in the past was selected—it was better than the silence around them, regardless—and set the machine into motion, music filling the air beneath their conversation as he looked back to Vincent.

It took Vincent a lot of effort to stay focused on more than just those words. He needed to not get too excited yet, Alastor hadn't quite said yes. But those words certainly helped ease him. Alastor would notice that he sat up straighter again, his antenna sticking back up with a spark of electricity between them. He can't help but hold his smile too, though he did try to hold back the giddiness he was feeling.

"Yes, I have to agree! Our mediums are similar but we control them all across Hell. We can influence in places your every day overlord could only dream of!" he agrees with a nod, "See, this is why I think we could work so well together. We're so similar and I think we can help each other rise to the top!" He was out of his seat again now, pointing towards the ceiling. "Radio and television...the strongest in Hell!"

His gaze shifts back to Alastor and he nods. "That's alright, you wouldn't need to be on camera often. We'll probably need to do some promotional items with the two of us, but your medium is radio. That's your thing, I'll take care of being on camera most of the time!" He gives him a confident smile now, reaching to place a reassuring hand on Alastor's shoulder. "But I truly think this could be good for both of us...I even have an area of the city I was thinking we could build up as our own. I was going to take a look at it later this week, if you wanted to join me?"