Unrecyclable Trash

•Vesta is a bat/gargoyle demon without wings.

•Her eyes have black scleras and purple irises.

•They change depending on certain emotions. Blue for sadness. Red for anger or turning feral. Mulberry for aroused.

•Demisexual af/Bi-romantic

•She is very proficient/skilled in firearms and knives.

•Alastor has asked her for more firearm training and Vesta happily obliged.

•In return, he taught her how to control her icy, blood, and necromancy magic since this woman has no clue with magic.

•P O W E R H O U S E S

•They love to sing and play music together. Mostly, it’s jazz since Vesta is great at the guitar.

•Rosie loves how these two are different in terms of eras, music, and styles, but how the pair can be sweet on one another.

•The vampire allows Al to enjoy his raw meats while he always provides blood meals to keep the vampire from becoming feral.

•Vesta isn’t an overlord per say, but Lucifer and Lilith fucking adore her enough to put the vampire in their circle.

•There are nights where the bat demon is fighting her inner demons and PTSD.

•Alastor is right beside her and helping out however he can. Even if he sucks at comforting his beloved, he’s trying.

•When a turf war happens in the radio demon’s territories, Vesta has to determine who is leading the charge.

•If it’s Sir Pentious, the vampire could wreck whatever machinery the old cobra has.

•If it’s Vox, she stays out of that Cold War.

•If Valentino is involved, she lurks in the shadows and will pull Alastor out of that if it gets too dicey.

•To say the overlord of radio hasn’t picked up any habits of Vesta’s…

•There are some he has.

•He’s not fully an asshole Husk or Angel. In fact, he’s toned it down a bit since the relationship.

•He started reading more on the horror genres and nit picks the slasher movies. But, when Vesta introduced him to more in body horror and good historical fiction horror, Alastor enjoys it.

•Hell, when the vampire found those gaming systems, Alastor tried his hand with it.

•It was mostly for music reasons and listening to different soundtracks and how they set the mood for whatever levels he’s on.

•The horror games are a fave and some well known classics too. Spyro being a secret favorite due to how fantastical the game is and the musical score.

•Cuphead is his favorite in terms of newer systems since of the music and cartoonish style from his time. Even if it is hard.

•Vesta has an ultimate demonic form as a dragon.

•but never showed it once to the hotel.

•Until the hotel was attacked.

•That’s when Alastor fell so fucking hard for this woman.

•Him and Angel begged, pleaded, and whined to ride the dragon’s back.

•Eventually, Vesta let them do it once.

•Cue an idiot in love Alastor

•He has no clue on how to process these feelings. And is more nervous around the vampire.

•Vesta had lovers in the past and knew a lot about relationships. So, that’s one up on the overlord.

I own nothing except for Vesta and Richie. They’re my OCs.

Song belongs to Des Rocs.

Alastor and Hazbin belongs to Vivziepop

This song is a fucking banger. Enjoy

My fanfic is on AO3 as Sanguine Nyctophilia. I’m only posting it here as a random chapter I will be using. Not sure where I will put it, but it will be up.

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Vesta was rushed into the back for wardrobe, shedding her long sleeve off and throwing on the red sleeveless top. Black small studs lined around the collar with her gray chest fluff exposed. Stripping quickly of her leggings, she finds the ripped jeans and throws them on. She grabs the red guitar off the rack, striking and adjusting her chords. Finding the right key, she nods.

“You’re a lifesaver, honey! Thank you,” Richie cheers. “What do you plan to play?”

Vesta writes down a song, hands him the title and artist. Something to get the crowd pumped. Rickie informed that the headliner is here and they need a moment to be prepared. One song to get bide time.

Lights turn down low and many of the demons turn their gaze, even Alastor’s eyes watch what will unfold.

“Good evening!” Richie the club owner announces. “We hear at The Bloom love a good starter before our headliner. Something for you lovely sinners can enjoy! For your blood to get pumping. One of our regulars that you know…will get that started.

“Please welcome Ms. Vesta Masters!”

The club patrons applaud for their starter. Alastor watched with intrigue and intent. He knew that the vampire could play guitar, but her as the start up? This will sure be entertaining to watch.

The stage lights come on and their starter ready with her guitar. Her instrument immediately turns from red to black with the pentagrams on the bar. Black spiked with a red ring by the strum. The vampire walks over to the microphone resting on its stand.

“Many of you know who I am,” Vesta begins. “Whispers of my nickname you’ve used. Truth is: you never know one’s story. The world kick the shit out of you. The more you call a person a monster, make them out to be…then, you create that said monster. Let this be your anthem. Let’s go!”

The bar erupts in cheers and clapping. With a heavy riff of the guitar to start, some patrons begin to head up the stage. The drummer prepping alongside, then stops, allowing the riffs to carry.

“I've made mistakes, Lord struck me down

Caught in a landslide, lost underground

I hear them gates, swing open wide

Come close to midnight, hell fade me down”

Alastor watching the vampire singing as a lament, her allegory. Her soul pours into her voice. The lower octave voice made it haunting and heart pounding. The amount of power behind those lyrics she is covering. How it brings back memories…

“And then my eyes got used to the darkness

And everyone that I knew

Was lost and so long forgotten after you”

The radio demon was enthralled by the singing, he grins and with a quick snap of his fingers, his mic appears on stage. This broadcast of her song and voice reaching all ears of Pentagram. Vesta tapped into her old performer side, coming back to her like a natural.

“Now would you pray before you twist the knife?

Yeah, would you take my hand and take a life?

I'm too damn young to give up on the night

I'm used to the darkness, I'm used to the darkness”

Alastor begins tapping his foot to the rhythm. Even if it isn’t his taste in music, this was beginning to be an ear worm. For what Vesta announced in the beginning, she finally embraced what she was. Oh how incredible she looked in the light. The power in her vocal chords.

“I'm just a man, I'm only flesh and bone

I can't blame it back on everything I've done

And now there's no-one else left to love

I'm used to the darkness, I'm used to the darkness”

The radio demon began to recall his victims of how he used to kill. He embraced his own darkness. When it was a few weeks ago, he witnessed Vesta’s own darkness. How she could kill her own when readied. The sheer anger and rage pent up in that small form.

“Sweet smell of roses, have come at last

One fist of Earth fights, to come join the rest

And then my eyes got used to the darkness

And everyone that I knew

Was lost and so long forgotten after you”

The radio demon couldn’t help be enthralled, enraptured by this powerful vampire. His grin growing wide with genuine excitement of how amazing the vampire could sing. The bar patrons flock the stage, clapping and stomping along the chorus. Many of these demons could feel their own darkness with each lyric out of this song.

“Now would you pray before you twist the knife?

Yeah, would you take my hand and take a life?

I'm too damn young to give up on the night

I'm used to the darkness, I'm used to the darkness”

Vesta began stomping along with her riffs. Her passion flowing into her hand work. That rage and hate going into a melody that could be felt. The guitar begins to light up in red neon.

“I'm just a man, I'm only flesh and bone

I can't blame it back on everything I've done

And now there's no-one else left to love

I'm used to the darkness, I'm used to the darkness”

Pentagram City was hearing the very lowest, angriest, rage fueled vampire embracing her now own afterlife. The Betrayer. Alastor carefully stepped into the crowd, watching with genuine smile. Stomping his foot along, he was completely in love of this passionate woman.

In the interlude while the band plays, Vesta takes Alastor’s mic.

“I was never a villain from what I did. But, now…what everyone keeps calling me, I’m here! And I’m here to stay!”

The patrons cheer out, stomping louder.

“I got used to the darkness too

I got used to the darkness for you

I got used to the darkness too

Yes I did”

The low riffs as the solo prepares for an impactful finish.

“Would you pray before you twist the knife?

Would you take my hand and take a life?”

Oh, how the radio demon would love do these things with Vesta as she sang. Both of them embracing their inner demons. If there was one thing they could share in common, they were not born as monsters. In truth, the radio demon was a sweet gentleman in life. Before the world twisted him into the killer he was.

“I'm too damn young to give up on the night

I'm used to the darkness, used to the darkness

I'm just a man, I'm only flesh and bone

I can't bring it back on everything I've done

And now there's no-one else left to love

I'm used to the darkness, I'm used to the darkness”

Vesta was the best woman she could be alive. Until she was betrayed and where every turn she could go to, she twisted that knife that turned her into a killer. And now…with her own second betrayal that she was involved in, it was time for to embrace her twisted self.

“I'm used to the darkness, I'm used to the darkness”

The patrons all cheered and applaud loudly. They raise their glasses in a toast for a damn good show. Alastor applauding loudly at the vampire. His shadow whispers to his master that the batling will receive a gift for a captivating performance. But, he has to go and see the lovely woman. He’s practically prancing into the employee’s only section.

Vesta walks off the stage and sees Alastor walking quickly up to her backstage. The radio pulls her into a tight hug after the vampire swung her guitar behind her back. He can understand why the vampire picked that song. It was for the ones who got the shit kicked out when these sinners were alive.

“Incredible! Beautiful! Impactful! Passionate!” The radio demon called out.

The headliners head up on stage and prepare their set.

“Right?! She got the crowd up,” Richie smiled. “Thank you so much, sweetie!”

“Yeah, Richie… well, I’m glad it went very well.”

“There’s something waiting for you at wardrobe. Go check it out. Seems you got an admirer for your set.“

Vesta heads to the wardrobe room and notices a bouquet of black roses with the same small white note she recognizes. With each note, she is getting closer to unmasking this secret man.

Same penmanship and in black ink:

“Absolute showstopper of a performance! I hope these roses find to your liking.”

My dumb self made this series. Please enjoy.