#fan thoughts

Buckle on up and strap yourselves in. We’ve only got a few hours left before the final drop of season two and I’ve got one last crack theory to share. Before Vizzepop destroys us all.

*Spoiler Alert*

Partially inspired by linked post:

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This season confirmed what we should’ve all known: Alastor sold his soul before he even died. Tumblr theories? Obliterated. AO3 fanfics? Irrelevant. Fans worldwide assumed he “misplaced” his soul right before his little seven-year-long“sabbatical,” but no—our impeccably suited, cane-wielding Radio Demon didn’t even wait for death to darken his door. He tossed his soul into Hell like a gambling addict at a demented roulette wheel. All chips in, sass and flair, going down with the grace of the Titanic. Absolute king behavior.

And knowing this, now turns half of season one into a tragic/comedic masterpiece—mostly at Alastor’s expense.

For years, we thought Husk lost his soul to Alastor in some dramatic infernal poker game. Bets placed, angles calculated, growing power bit by bit. We assumed Alastor was manipulating the situation, and slowly but surely strengthening his position—very sexy, very demure. Classic Al.

But now? Now we know Rosie already made Alastor the most powerful sinner in Hell the moment he arrived. So why would he need Husk’s soul—Or anyone’s soul, for that matter? The deer already owns the full casino. All the chips. The cards. The dealer. Why bother sitting down at a gambling table at all? Especially without having his own soul to bet?

Because the dumbass was trying to LOSE.

And failing. Catastrophically.

Husk’s solo in “Loser Baby” literally spells it out for us : “I sould my soul to save my power..”

Translation? They weren’t betting souls or coin —they were wagering pure, unfiltered, demonic power. It was the Radio Demon versus the Gambling Overlord in the most cursed, hellish Texas Hold ’Em in history. And Alastor, our beloved eldritch monster and absolute gentleman?

He was trying to throw the damn game.

Picture him at the flashy poker table: perfectly pressed suit, polished shoes tapping to the soft crackle of static like a snare drum in a jazz club, smiling that unnervingly wide grin. All suave and charm, thinking: “Surely this hand,” he thinks, “Surely this one will be the one I lose.”

And Hell , in all its damning, snarky, glory, just responds: NO <3.

He can’t lose. No matter how hard he tries, he physically cannot stop winning.

This man’s curse is to always be the “luckiest” creature at the poker table. Picture him desperately tossing good hands, trying to sabotage himself, and the dealer just keeps turning over royal flushes. Meanwhile, Husk is sitting across the table, leaking power like a freshly popped champagne, clutching at the fading hope that maybe, just maybe, the annoying gentleman in the bright red suit will finally fold.

Nope.

Win after win.

Every hand. Every spin. Every deal. The man is cursed to win at all costs.

This is why Husk knows about Alastor’s “leash.” He literally watched the radio host spiral through the five stages of grief while simultaneously cleaning out the entire casino. What would’ve thrilled any other soul, clearly caused Alastor more stress.

The brilliant scheme he concocted was failing. Losing his power to Husk was all he needed to break Rosie’s contract, and yet Hell said:

“Haha, no.”

In the end, Husk sells his soul to get his power back, and Alastor hands it over without a second thought. Why? Because it doesn’t matter. Alastor has already hit the jackpot. He’s got so much power he could tip the valet, hire the orchestra, and buy the whole casino without even noticing. Giving Husk a power-up won’t change his current status as the final boss.

And maybe that’s the real story here. Alastor has been trying to break his deal far longer than we imagined. His deal with Charlie, the whole “yes, Vox, please kidnap me, I need enrichment” bit? Just the latest scheme. He has gone toe-to-toe with ancient overlords, attempted to nudge up-and-coming demons like Vincent into power, and even placed his fate in the loving arms of pure, unfiltered dumb f*cking luck. This whole time: Alastor has been running multi-level escape attempts like a demonic Houdini.

Why the desperation to escape?

Maybe he got fed up with Rosie. Maybe he realized her task was an impossible one to achieve, forever keeping him in a eternal limbo as her “pet”.

Or maybe, just maybe, he leaned back in a smoke-filled speakeasy, jazz softly crackling from some invisible gramophone, and thought:

“Wait a second. I spent my life as a free black man— swinging to jazz, surviving life on charm and sheer audacity— changing my fate and carving the destiny I desired…and now I’m supposed to spend my afterlife answering to a white woman? Absolutely not.”

Thus began the rebellion.

And the pièce de résistance? Alastor theoretically could have freed himself…

If he’d only been slightly worse at gambling.

But no.

He is the luckiest bastard alive (…dead?), forever trapped in a game he cannot throw, spinning the roulette wheel that always lands on 666. A man caught between the roar of jazz and the clink of casino chips, doomed to win when he most desperately wants to lose.

And we love him for it.

Our jazz-age, high-roller hotelier.

Our untouchable static girlboss.

Our cursed gentleman gambler.

The Radio Demon—immaculately suited, impeccably polite, and eternally winning at the absolute worst possible moments.

From all these years of trying, we know at least one thing to be true.

Alastor is stubborn. It’s been a defining trait in his personality since the days when he was alive. Refusing to submit to “his place” in the status quo. Doing what he must to dazzle and charm and fight his way to the top.

No matter what. He will reach his goals- and he won’t quit until he regains his freedom.

I'm sure some people thought (me included) that this was just a reference to Dennis' sex tapes, that the only reason he knows about filming consent is because he doesn't want to get in legal trouble while he does his... sex escapades.

But now that we have the context of this latest episode, I think it has more to do with his time on Family Fight.

Personally, uh, no thanks.

My idea of Pierrot is that he is pathetic but in a good way.

As much as I love dom men, I can't see him as a dominant.

I mean... he can be top, I WANT HIM TO BE, but it's not like our beloved Alastor.

Alastor exerts power even during sex. He feels satisfied knowing the effect he has on you, but more like a challenge to see how many times you can come for him. More like: we're doing this because I want to. He is a true dominant and could use pain, too, just for fun.

Pierrot... Pierrot is sweet. He would caress you, touch you all the time. He would only think about your physical well-being, and never his own.

He would treat you with devotion and never propose anything to you, waiting for you to give voice to his thoughts. And that’s the beautiful part.

He wouldn't be fast, nor would he be hard; he'd savor his time with you, savoring you and enjoying every second. He'd devote himself to every millimeter of your body. Almost... devastatingly so.

And in the meantime he would also sigh sweet words to you and your body, but also words to himself like "finally you're here, finally you're mine, I'll protect you from everyone, no one will hurt you as long as I'm here, trust me, my Lady".

He wouldn't just lick your neck, but your arms, your breasts (nipples make him drool profusely), your stomach, your legs, your ass, your feet. Every layer of your skin needs to be his, and the mere thought of it happening makes him cum in his pants (and this brings me back to my previous thought: it's desperate and pathetic, but in a good way.) The mere thought of someone accepting him and loving him back for who he is drives him even wilder.

He doesn't care about his release and for sure, he doesn't want to hurt you, not even by mistake.

Pierrot would do anything to satisfy you but constantly asking you how and what. He seems to me an adult innocent, puppy man. Even though he is evil, a psychopath, he kills and eats people. Yeah, I know.

He would be so desperate and clingy for you and at the thought that you would finally physically want him and that you would choose him after what he did or what you saw inside the circus. Because deep down, we knows he can be good.

And how he hates his duties and his "coven," because if he could, he'd spend all his time with you, even just looking at you without saying a word.

Your presence fills him. Your kindness seduces him.

At least, that's the idea I got from the game.

Every time the song plays I can’t help but imagine that it is playing in AJ’s head from a distant memory. And then I thought about what kind of memory, because cc!Aimsey has literally kept AJ’s backstory as cryptic and unknown as possible. But we DO know is that AJ doesn’t have a mother anymore. So I started my theorizing there.

( This will all be speculation as I don’t know any of AJ’s backstory regarding family and family relationships, even as an Aimsey main )

I like to imagine that the song playing every time AJ’s lets her self destructive tendencies affect her relationships, comes from her mother.

Hear me out.

AJ’s mother would of been a loving woman and sung AJ a same lullaby when she was young every night: Over and Over. But the song was sweet, gentle, and it didnt say “f^ck myself over” when her mother sung it. It would go something like this:

Over and over, I’ll love you all over

My darling my darling

I’ll do it again

Morning and evening

You got my heart reeling

Etc etc (im not gonna rewrite the whole song ;-;)

It would have symbolized AJ’s strong and steady relationship with her mother. AJ’s mother would teach young AJ to always love true and fierce. But when her mother left her life (whether it be of death or leaving) the song became only a memory of those times.

And over time, AJ began forgetting her mom’s voice. The pitch became lower (to what we know now) and the more AJ’s life got harder and she became more self destructive in her relationships, the lyrics began changing in her head, becoming more distorted, full of self blame. The outcome is the song as we as an audience hear every time AJ messes up a relationship with another person.

And dare I say that AJ still believes its her mother still singing, disappointed in what AJ has become despite the teachings of loving true and fierce. This song became a reminder to the once and maybe only healthy relationship AJ ever had, and how she might never find that again.

So this horrific song was once a sweet lullaby, sung by her mother when AJ was young, but over time got distorted into what we know and hear now because AJ forgot her mother’s voice and how the lullaby went and has subconsciously been changing it to fit her life.