Alastor: It should've been. If only you stayed the same.

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Y/n: Was that part of the script? Also Val get yourself dressed for Hell's sake

Alastor: I was sent to d̶̢͈̖̫̳̘͎̤̫͉̲̺̉̄͆͋̈́̃͘͜ͅë̶̡̢̖͔̰̠̲͍͍͈͉͙̰̺́̐̽͊́̆̆͂͑͜s̷͚̮̮̊̉͊́̀̎̅̇͘͜t̵̢̻̼̓̀̏̽̂̚ŗ̴̡̖͔̟̳̻̑̀͛͂̈̓̀̃͊̽̀̔̃͝͝o̶͈̩̼͕̫̩̔̿̒̒̌̾̋́̀̽̔̊̓͝y̴̨̢͚͈͕̜̞͔̻̟͗͊̿̈́ͅ you

Angel Dust: Eh that works too

Reader: Of course this happens when I can't afford a therapist.

Alastor: You go to therapy?!?

CW: mentions of crime, demon ritual summoning but we don't mind since it's Rosie 💋, Reader is now aware of Alastor's actions, Reader is an angel even before the wings and dying, Reader got amnesia, Alastor is going to yearn i think.

A/N: This is based on the request made by someone anonymous. you can check it out here in part 1 : 👇

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5 I

Pairings: Alastor X Angel!Fem Reader

Word Count: 1.080k

Notes: At the end

Part 3

“Soooo, you want to help us in managing the hotel?” Charlie inquired, wanting to make sure she’s not wrong to defend Alastor against Vaggie’s advances, trying to convince her the Radio Demon is BAD. NEWS.

“Yes, my dear. I find it entertaining. You see, I fancy watching tortured souls struggle to find something meaningful that could add worth to their already wretched lives and fail spectacularly. It’s my entertainment!” Alastor quipped, already scanning his eyes through rusted floorboards and torn wallpapers.

“But you still won’t cooperate in terms of us trying to seek a path of redemption for these sinners?” Charlie raised a brow, already knowing how this will end.

“Yes. Hah! Redemption. Such a silly thing,” Alastor replied back, already conjuring multiple things out of thin air as to manage and redecorate the place to its supposed glory.

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“Annndddd that’s basically how the whole thing went with Alastor. The first time he appeared, we weren’t even sure what he needed from us, but well, I guesssssss Overlords get bored too,” Vaggie leaned down in her stool as she took a sip of orujo, already wasted with her slurry words. She didn’t recall how she managed to spill out the entirety of the truth behind Alastor’s appearance at the hotel, down to the way she writes love songs for Charlie.

Mimzy, after a much-needed persuasion, managed to land herself inside Husk’s bar. She also got herself a nice lad with big bucks that somehow has no interconnections with any shady businesses or the mafia. Angel and Cherry are just busy trying to figure out a way to carry Vaggie up those expanse of stairs, as Emily sat in her chair, looking baffled and amazed, seeing her alcohol-free cocktail change colors upon stirring.

Charlie was glad everybody was healing and somehow okay after what happened in the past few days. After the initial threat, as Vox was almost close to succeeding in his plans, and the downfall that occurred after. No news of the Vees were heard across the Pentagram, and people were dying to know what’ll happen next and if this will earn them a new extended visit upon the arrival of the next extermination. Life kept going in Hell, as more and more people decided to join Charlie’s cause and build a sanctuary for all.

Charlie glanced toward Alastor, seeing him busy himself with Niffty as they conversed. Alastor always kept his interactions with them at arm’s length, never wanting to reveal more but also wanting to know more. He prefers information coming to him rather than sacrifice secrecy just to gain one.

As Niffty went to clean already neat and polished floors, Alastor was left on his own, but that’s the way he likes it. During this time, he recalls memories long-deep stored in his cerebellum that somehow didn’t wither during his fall. He knows it’ll keep him, but what other way can he remember you again?

Alastor didn’t know what befell him the moment he arrived in front of Rosie’s Emporium. He managed to stroll his way in Cannibal Town, seeking residence and solitude to the ever-growing noise that shuffled across the streets of Hell. God, he wished he could just silence every other wretched—

“Alastor!! Sweetie, what a surprise! I didn’t think I’d get so soon!!” Rosie sang as she walked toward his direction with a series of laughter.

Alastor knew the moment she addressed him that this was Rosie, the demon he sold his soul to. He just didn’t expect her to laugh and rejoice in the way the irony stung with how swift and fast the whole ordeal was. I mean, what do you mean you planned to exist in Hell as a powerful being the moment you die, and then being met with the same fate just minutes and hours after you sealed your soul away, only to die in the hands of an idiot who couldn’t afford glasses?

Their encounter ended with him having a temporary room inside her residence, as Alastor promised himself he’d work his way up in Hell’s ever-famous hierarchy. And he did.

The name Radio Demon was etched into every dying sinner and Overlord that would dare cross his way and earn themselves a place in his broadcasts. He showed them power not any new sinner could gain through any means of bargaining. He became a novelty to Hell and the subject of rumors and fear to everyone.

He successfully climbed his way into the top as he earned his rightful place as an Overlord in Hell, along with many others as well. But he didn’t reveal to anyone why he suddenly stopped terrorizing the streets and went on a 7-year hiatus.

Alastor strolled his way into his own room as the glow of the open bayou and fireflies provided him small solace in a place full of damnation. He recollected the way that his power trembled in the midst of ending a sinner. The way every time he conjures something, it’ll glitch beforehand. Or the way none of his tentacles would sprung out at all, like the ground wouldn’t obey his power and chose to deny him the satisfaction of carnage and wrath.

It’s like his staff was limiting him the amount of power he wanted to hurl. Like a curse was somehow weighting down his advances and techniques to deliver any forceful blow towards anyone. He relives the way he went mad, blaming Rosie, himself, anyone for what is happening to him and his powers. He knows Vincent, or rather Vox now, had no part in it. He was a new force in Hell, just a starting role.

He destroyed everything he could lay eyes on, went mad and insane trying to figure out how to fix himself and his power. He remembered your encouraging words, the way you would place yourself between him and his anger. Always there to comfort, to heal, and to silence the voices threatening to plague his mind.

Alastor only then noticed the tear that cascaded down his eye as the droplet graced a small pond with its soft ripple. He realized it was whispering, drowning, wondering if you received the dream he sent you, the promises he’d keep forever. Romanticizing the chaos that ruined him, yet held him down.

With every day feeling like a slice, thoughts are scrabbled, not in order. The pages became his companion, the books he arranged are all in union, followed by a swift invasion of you. He was bounded in a cage in which freedom is forbidden.

He desires violently—and he waits.

A/N: Shoot! Forgot to post this y'all😭. Will upload Part 4 and 5 since I decided this deserve a full on plot bcs y not? I have freedom unlike Eren. Also apologies for the delay reality is weighting down on us always but lately it's been targeting me fr. Requests are still open and pls feel free to message me for any of your concerns or thoughts or just casually get to know me! You may ask me questions through my inbox😉. Also bear in mind it may take me long to upload chapters and requests, if you don't have the patience I'm sorry 😔.

✨A little trivia✨😉: Some of the words here are lines from my very own poems!! Different pieces from different stanzas and subjects!! Can you guess which are they???

*Reader hangs out with her friends outside and realized something*

Reader: Bye girls!

Friend 1: Uh Reader where are you going? We were just getting drinks.

Friend 2: Yeah, stay with us girl.

Reader: Sorry, no can do

Reader: I've got to get back before Alastor realizes I'm not in bed

Alastor: Reader?

Hello! Thank you so much for asking how I am – I'm doing fine, I guess. Just the usual; school is draining me over and over again, so I couldn't help but feel bad about not posting updated chapters in my stories. 🥹 I like the idea of Alastor's personality gradually shifting, with his behavior going from normal to yandere. Let's do it! I'll give one scenario to make it more appealing. I hope you like this!✨🥀

Yandere Alastor Headcanons and Scenario

Scenario :

You were part of the angels under Sera's jurisdiction. She provided you with the task to accompany Emily on her weekly visits to the Hazbin Hotel, to act as her guardian – rather than a stern reminder of Sera's protective nature in the form of a bodyguard. No; she gave you the freedom to act as you will for the first time, but was careful to warn you of the consequences.

You always followed the rules as mandated. As Emily's friend and close colleague, she trusted you with everything she needed and said – may it be small favors, or something that would probably put you both in timeout, just like last time.

As the portal to Hell opened, you descended. Emily rushed over to Charlie in an embrace, and Charlie chuckled as she accepted it in return. Emily made it a point to introduce you both to each other, so you could get acquainted and familiar. The rest of the residents were surprisingly good as well. No signs of drugs, cigarettes, or that obviously evident object you swear you never want to see in your afterlife – the one that takes form in silicone and pink. Thankfully, the moment it almost met your eye (because a random stranger decided it was best to throw it across the lobby), Vaggie disposed of it, leaving no trace of... whatever that was.

As you came to meet Alastor, he didn’t seem to find you particularly interesting – rather, he looked at you as if you were dull. But behind that impassive facade, his thoughts were swimming with undeniable, suppressed restraint; he couldn’t help but gawk at you from behind his crimson pupils. His irises traveled from one body part to another with the usual gaze of a predator studying its prey. You grew oblivious to his stares the more Emily dragged you along to sing and go on their merry way, entertaining more guests and promoting the hotel to their benefit.

As Abel had said weeks ago, it may take time for you to get used to the environment in Hell. You found it appalling that sinners constantly eradicate each other, whether to prove superiority or settle a grudge. Still, you enjoyed their company – especially Alastor’s. When you came to him in need of assistance, he was happy to provide it. More than happy, actually.

He was ecstatic. In all his years of breathing static, he never expected to fall for someone so divine. It didn’t add up: he was bad, a force to be reckoned with, a bad omen to some. He denied it at first, hating himself for ever letting his black hole of a heart consume something as fragile and “irrelevant” as feelings – and the ever-growing fixation on you. It didn’t make sense.

Sure, he had met a few women before, all interested in him in ways that made them gladly throw themselves in his path just to get even a sliver of his reaction or attention. He didn’t like it – not one single bit. So to know you were oblivious to his obsession was entrancing, like a gorgeous puzzle mid-solve, just waiting to reveal its full picture of you. And he did solve it.

The moment your bond was forged under bloodlit skies was the first time you ever felt needed for more than just your purpose. Alastor made it clear he wanted you – after a much-needed self-reflection session in his room, where he’d concentrated and finally admitted to himself that these feelings were real and wouldn’t go away. His shadow was the final straw: it deliberately made you follow it, just to show you how people are actually more cruel than they seem, and purposely led you into danger to mess with its master.

He arrived at the scene and made you bear witness to his power – a force that transcended mere skill and potential. It was raw and real, and you saw it with your own eyes. No fatal wounds threatened your life, but once he was done, he came to you like a panicked animal. Desperate to keep what he cherished safe, he was trembling with no audience to watch as he grew vulnerable at the thought of losing you.

That situation gave shape to what your relationship is right now. When news of your relationship reached Sera, she didn’t disagree or try to convince you to set boundaries between yourself and the demon – you both knew damn well Alastor would do anything to avoid being denied of you. He was possessive throughout the course of your relationship, and that fact alone is made obvious and true every. Single. Day.

Headcanons:

I'd like to imagine he'd do what it takes just to keep you out of Lucifer's sight and direction.

Speaking of yandere, he tries to win you over as to how he was thought by his mother when he was alive but it gradually shifts into something possessive obsessive.

What I mean is when he tries to limit your interactions with the former angel and casually slips in to interrupt conservations just to get small bits of your time. Whether may it be Emily, hotel residents or even to sinners.

It suffocates you to the extent where you argued with him about it and he agreed to let you do what you want as long it's safe.

Telling you he's worried only for your safety.

He doesn't deny you your freedom at first but as time passes he grew to know he only wants you to spend time with him and him only.

He showers you with affections of course. Before and even after growing his yandere behavior that slowly creeps you out and tickles a gnawing feeling on you.

As the relationship progresses, you find yourself liking the idea of him claiming you as his own. Many don't get to see sides of Alastor behind closed doors, and for you to be granted such access made you feel special.

He never made it known to you that you were fragile for just the fact you're an angel and was very kind to everyone, giving second chances and very forgiving.

You can feel his love slowly becoming devotional to full on worship ✨

He craves you. I repeat!!!. He desperately craves you.

And I don't mean it in a cannibalistic way, though he doesn't mind devouring your-

His fixation will grow and grow and grow until it borders on danger.

And to be honest? You don't mind at all!!

(At least for me I don't 😌)

Who doesn't love a guy who doesn't cheat at all and vows to be bound to you?

But realistically speaking, that behavior may evolve into something more destructive rather than protective or something that just borders on obsession

No

Yandere behaviour is not for the weak at all.

The moment it restricts your freedom, time, and overall morals as a person?

It can make you question your self and how lucky you are to still have conscience and a sane mind to keep you alive.

Alastor doesn't like. He loves. Deep. Like an ocean. Thick like blood. And raw as carnage.

As I mentioned, he wants your safety guaranteed at all times right?

Well as the obsession grows and grows, he'll gaslight you now.

He's a sadist. That's why

He may act like a masochist to a point but he'll never let you go.

Ever.

Being with Alastor would feel like freedom but obviously knowing a chain connects you to him

And sometimes....

It feels like that chain....

Keeps...

Getting...

More and more....

Tight and close.....

But overall that's just my opinion y'all

Feel free to criticize 🥹✨🙏🏻

Yandere Alastor would be canon if ever his character was structured and was planned to have a partner in the show but it would disrupt the beef going on between him and Vox.

As to the question if he'll be bad at it...... I don't know actually 😭. After making this I realized I didn't really answer your question but to be honest a part of me thinks that yes. He'll be bad at it at first but gradually sharpens himself as to prove fit for you and to be the man you'll only need.

That's all✨ time to do these shitty assignments.

Plural.