#niffty (ram)

[randomly--accessed--memories]

did some height comparison stuff because i was curious about vox and niffty's height difference and then got carried away

[purgatorypicnic]

One trope in cartoons I like is "Comic Relief Old Guy who has the most heartbreaking backstory in the whole show"

[storm-ismyusername]

Overlord Niffty!!! Inspired by @redladydeath’s wonderful (and incredibly dark) RAM AU! ( @randomly--accessed--memories) As soon as they mentioned making an Overlord Niffty design I had to make my own as well. Like Velvette I’d imagine Niffty would wear multiple outfits. The rest are down below!:

[redladydeath]

Okay, so I don’t have any ideas about who Niffty was before Alastor broke her (I don’t actually subscribe to the “Niffty was an overlord” theory, I’m just rolling with it for the sake of this AU), but I once saw a piece of fanart that suggested she might've been the overlord of the fashion industry, due to her (now mostly scrapped) connection to sewing.

And wouldn’t it just be a cruel twist of fate if in RAM, Velvette was the one who came in and filled the niche that Niffty left vacant, never knowing why exactly that niche opened up in the first place?

[staticintone]

What kind of insect is Niffty? Non-metaphorically, I mean (RAM)

Non-metaphorically?

The metaphors themselves were endless.

Once thought to be a tick, in life. Believed to be sent by her mother to leech money and fame from him like the blood from a deer.

In reality, in life she was a cockroach. Unable to be killed or destroyed despite being crushed under a heel.

A praying mantis fit as well. Killing the man who hurt her when he no longer served her needs.

In Hell, she became a wandering glider. Forever searching for peace; something she would never find. Meandering aimlessly until Alastor found her.

And then, of course, when he had his hands on her…

Literally, though?

“An Asian lady beetle, disguised as a ladybug. Meant to infiltrate, bite, and reflex bleed. It suits her well.”

A sincere compliment.

[jollmaster]

redesign trivia: Asmodeus

the youngest among the Sins, only a little older than king Solomon

quarter demon (his mother, Agrat bat Mahlat, is a half-breed; his father is famous king David), and de facto Lucifer's stepson

tall, strong, very similar to mother

bird-footed and snake-tailed; two pairs of horns, bull's and ram's

tattered shirt and shoulder pads which repeat animalistic motif

the embodiment of chaos, a demon of hatred, destruction, revenge and violence, including random sexual violence

an archaic monster who doesn't accept the concepts of creation, love, concent, faith and harmony

if Asmodeus can take something, who are you to forbid this?

it's so ironic that his mother is the one who punishes rapists and perverts

the only people Asmodeus genuinely patronizes are single childless warriors and warlords

CHARLIE'S GANG: Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty, sir Pentious (and egg boiz), Cherri Bomb, Husk, Alastor (+ gang as humans)

HEAVEN: Adam, Eve, Lute, Emily, Sera

ADAM AND EVE'S CHILDREN: Cain, Abel, Seth, Awan, Azura

HELL: Lilith, Lucifer, Seviathan, Helsa, Razzle and Dazzle, Baxter

SINS: Beelzebub [Gluttony], Satan [Wrath], Mammon [Greed] (and Fizz), Belphegor [Sloth]

LUCIFER'S WIVES: Eisheth Zenunim, Naamah, Agrat bat Mahlat

VEES: Vox, Valentino, Velvette

OVERLORDS: Zestial, Rosie, Carmilla Carmine (and her daughters, Odette and Clara), Flaming Skull Guy

FRIENDS AND RELATIVES: Mimzy, Arackniss, Molly, Alastor's mom, Alastor's father

[calamarikitty]

Hazbin Hotel Redesigns - Part One!

brainworms told me to hyperfixate on hazbin hotel and i did. so here are some redesigns! i'm planning on doing all of the cast, starting with the big (little) guy of hell himself, charlie, and vaggie! next is going to be the hotel staff (niffty, alastor, and husk)! individual pngs and redesign notes under cut

Lucifer Morningstar - He/him, trans man, bisexual he has goat hooves, horns, and ears, as well as a little goatee:-) his tail is a lions, since lions symbolize jesus, royalty, and also are a little nod to pride.

he doesn't keep his wings after he falls from heaven. i know he has his wings in the og show, but i never understood why. he lost his wings in the fall and still has feather growth, but they turn into these weird malformed lumps of flesh and feather instead of actual wings. they're quite itchy and uncomfortable for him.

longer hair, for fun! as well as lots of apple motifs. he has little lines coming from his lips like a ventriloquist doll or puppet. i've seen it in a lot of charlie and lucifer redesigns and i think it's super cool.

he wears pretty fancy clothes but doesn't go overboard with it, as he doesn't particularly like his royal status.

he has a special interest in toy making and is specifically hyperfixated on rubber ducks! he's able to use toy making as a creative outlet to distract himself.

no shoes cuz he has sensory issues and shoes made for hooves don't seem comfortable!!!

still wears his wedding ring even though there hasn't been any sign of lilith for years

Charlotte 'Charlie' Morningstar - She/her, cis woman, bisexual she also has goat hooves and ears, but unlike her father, she has horns more reminiscent of a ram's, much like her mother's horns. her tail is more of a classic imp shape, since she is a hellborn demon and not a fallen angel like her father.

the bottom of her pigtails are meant to resemble angel wings! she's a little piece of heaven in hell:-)

i didn't change her outfit too much, but i did want to add things to it to make it stand out more. she has gold details like her dad, as well as a bowtie with an eye detail to nod to biblically accurate angels.

she has the ventriloquist mouth like her dad! in general, she also looks more like her dad than her mom.

Vaggie - She/her, intersex, lesbian SHE DESERVED A MORE PURPLEY COLOR PALETTE!! purple is definitely her color.

i changed her body type a lot in this redesign, i think it makes more sense for her to be buffer, because of her history.

she's not a moth demon, but disguises as one to blend in, since most sinners have animal motifs.

fur collar and fur leg warmers because i think they're really fun. i also think she's most definitely a pencil skirt + combat boots girl.

i actually do kind of like the X on her hair in her og design, but i wanted to make it look less?? plastered on?? since in her og design i genuinely can't tell if it's meant to be part of her hair or not.

she has a big bow like her og design, but it's meant to be reminiscent of moth antenna. it also adds to her biblical angel silhouette! another eye detail on her chest, like charlie, to nod to angels. this nod is particularly relevant considering her past!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

angst angst angst. sudden surprise attack on the hotel and follow up in heaven

Charlie: “-Husk! I can’t find- her- where-”

Husk: “I’ve no FUCKING clue!”

Charlie: “She was right here! She was right next to me-! Cherri- ANGEL!”

Husk: “Fuck!”

Charlie: “-are you okay? Vaggie, is she with-”

Husk: “YOU FUCKING MORON I thought that Lute bitch had KILLED YOU!”

Angel Dust: “She was gonna. V girl got in the way.”

Charlie: “Vaggie stopped her? She’s- with you?”

Angel Dust: “She stopped the sword, not her. I didn’t see, I don’t know where she is. It hit her.”

Charlie: “Where-”

Angel Dust: “I don’t know where it hit! There was fucking angel blood all over!”

Charlie: “-where was- where is she?”

Angel Dust: “I DON’T KNOW! FUCK YOU I DON’T KNOW!”

Charlie: “You were there you HAVE to know!”

Husk: “Did she go down?”

Charlie: “NO! No she wouldn’t have-”

Husk: “Baby just say what you saw.”

Charlie: “She’s better than Lute- she’s a better fighter, she already beat her, she’s can’t-” 

Angel Dust: “-she was pissed and bleeding and they both had wings out! The exorcist bitches were swarming everywhere- That’s all I saw! The fuck do you WANT from me?? Other shit was happening too!”

Cherri Bomb: “Chill, we’ll find her. There’s a massive angel spatter just a bit further back, like ten feet from where I found you, maybe-”

Charlie: “Vaggie! VAGGIE PLEASE- please where are you!?”

Husk: “Fuck- You, don’t move. Just stay here-”

Angel Dust: “Not a FUCKING chance.”

Cherri Bomb: “I’ll crutch him over, go help Charlie-”

Charlie: “Why isn’t she here?”

Husk: “Oh… shit that’s so much blood…”

Angel Dust: “The Lute bitch deserves to’ve lost every bit it.”

Charlie: “She’s not here!”

Cherri Bomb: “That’s good. No body is good. They would’ve left it for us to find if they'd- it’s fine if she’s missing. She probably just, wandered off somewhere.”

Husk: “If half of this shit is her blood then she didn’t go fucking far.”

Charlie: “She wouldn’t just leave. S-she’d check on me, on us, she’d make sure I was okay first!”

Angel Dust: “Maybe ain't dead. Maybe she got took.”

Charlie: “…what..?”

Husk: “Took?”

Angel Dust: “Taken back. Like, UP.”

Cherri Bomb: “Angie, heaven kills people, they don’t grab ‘em like toys in a claw game-”

Angel Dust: “Well what ELSE were they here for, huh!?”   

Cherri Bomb: “But they-... they were…”

Angel Dust: “Not tearing into the hotel, not purging the city. Not killing ME, afterwards, once she took the bait and she took the fucking hit for me. I was a sittin' duck with no weapons and they let me run.”

Husk: “Why? They don’t fucking want her, they fucking put her down here, why-”

Cherri Bomb: “-look at Charlie.”

Husk: “The fuck does that mean-”

Cherri Bomb: “Look at the fucking PRINCESS OF HELL you stupid assfuck!”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “… they left her ribbon.”

Charlie: “…her spear…”

Charlie: “…and.”

Husk: “Oh fuck no.”

Angel Dust: “Is that- an EYE!?”

Charlie: “Her eye.”

Cherri Bomb: “-shit. SHIT.”

Angel Dust: “But she already only had the one! If they used, if it’s- for real- does that, is she-?”

Charlie: “…”

Charlie: “If they took her then she’s alive. She’ll be okay. She’ll be okay…”

Charlie: “…Husk. Find Alastor and Niffty. Carmilla, Rosie, the Vees- all the Overlords. Bring them here-"

Charlie: "-no. To the clocktower. Heaven’s embassy. Have them meet me there.”

Husk: “How the fuck? You don’t just order Overlords around-”

Charlie: “Tell them if they don’t come I’ll ram my burning pitchfork through their chests and twist their ribs open until enough of their guts spill out for me to grab and drag them there with.”

Husk: “They’ll call your bluff-”

Cherri Bomb: “She’s not bluffing.”

Husk: “Of COURSE she’s fucking bluffing-”

Cherri Bomb: “Warn the Overlords about how heaven took her girl but left her girl's eye and see what THEY think.”

Husk: “… clocktower. When?”

Charlie: “One hour or however long fighting my dad for the throne of hell takes.”

Husk: “Done.”

Angel Dust: “Whoa whoa, what’s with the sudden coup of the kingdom energy!? Fight ya dad? Couldn’t ya just ask his help-”

Charlie: “He’s been bound- he CAN’T attack heaven even if he wanted to. Neither can anyone else here while he’s king.”

Cherri Bomb: “That’s shit.”

Angel Dust: “Well then just ask to be hell king!”

Charlie: “And risk asking for the binding too?”

Angel Dust: “YOU didn’t make the deal-”

Charlie: “If he gives it up willingly and I accept, isn’t that a deal? That’s me, agreeing to what he had- But not if I make it mine. If I use force and rip it from him…”

Angel Dust: “By fighting? For REAL? He’s your fucking family!”

Charlie: “AND SHE ISN’T?”

Angel Dust: “So what- Ya gonna just surprise jump your dad and beat his ass!?”

Charlie: “Yes.”

Cherri Bomb: “No way it’s that easy. You’ll need help-”

Charlie: “I’ve got Vaggie’s spear. That’s enough.”

Angel Dust: “The hell it is!”

Charlie: “He wasn’t born of hell and I am. Even ignoring the Sins, it’s always wanted me more than him anyway.”

Cherri Bomb: “Wh- it’s wanted you? IT?”

Angel Dust: “For fucks sake sure fine hell’s alive who gives a shit-"

Angel Dust: "Think about what VAGGIE would fucking want! Cause it sure wouldn’t be fucking THIS!”

Charlie: “I can’t ask her what she wants until I have her back.”

Angel Dust: “Bitch if you get hurt or killed she’ll never fucking forgive herself!”

Charlie: “I don’t care.”

Angel Dust: “But- but heaven’s not gonna fight fair- ya try this an’ they’ll use her as hostage-”

Cherri Bomb: “It’s a point. What if they put a sword to her throat?”

Charlie: “I’ll rip theirs out first.”

Angel Dust: “… ya… ya won’t…”

Charlie: “Watch the hotel. Don’t move any furniture. She’ll need everything exactly where she remembers it, when she gets home.”

Cherri Bomb: “Got it.

Angel Dust: “Charlie… What’re you doin’?”

Charlie: “Raising hell.”

-HEAVEN- - the beach-

Lute: “Your plan has gone to shit.”

Lilith: (reading) “Has it.”

Lute: “You said this would muzzle her, we’d have her under control.”

Lilith: (flips page) “And isn’t she?”

Lute: “NO. Your whore bitch daughter is-"

Lute: "-hhHHHRK!”

Lilith: “Her.”

Lilith: “Name.”

Lute: “…cchHhARLiE…mORnINgsssTAR..”

Lilith: (releases lute)

Lilith: “Go on.”

Lute: “….she’s burning her way up here.”

Lilith: “Like mother, I suppose.”

Lute: “She has an army.”

Lilith: “Of course she does. We singers love an audience.”

Lute: “She’s shrieking blasphemy and waging war on Heaven!”

Lilith: (back to reading) “Isn’t that what you wanted.”

Lute: “What I wanted?”

Lilith: “Blood and death and pain and suffering....”

Lute: “Down in HELL, damn you! Where it BELONGS!”

Lilith: “And yet you brought my daughter’s partner up here half dead and fully blind.”

Lute: “As she deserves.”

Lilith: “Your brought hell past the pearly gates first, Lute. You invited it here. Heaven has bloodstains now because of you.”

Lute: “It was YOUR plan- YOU said to go get her! How else did you think we were bringing her!?”

Lilith: “Exactly like this.”

Lute: “…..”

Lute: “You… vile, two-faced snake… you wanted this. The defiance of Hell, war at Heaven’s door-”

Lilith: “I couldn’t care less.”

Lute: “LIES!”

Lilith: “We made a deal, little exorcist. Control. My daughter is acting exactly according to your own doing, the hell she is unleashing is your work as much as hers, yours to fight and triumph over while decimating hell to your heart’s content.”

Lute: "I-"

Lilith: “You can be a hero. You can show everyone you were right all along. A chance to empty hell. Adam’s dream come true.... And how proud he would be, if he were still here to see it.”

Lute: “…”

Lilith: "Unless… the soldiers of Heaven might not be up to that…?”

Lute: “...Your demon spawn won’t fall like her traitor father did. She will be- stop squirming, filth-! She’ll be thrown.”

Lilith: “A child often outshines their parents.”

Lute: “Or is burnt to ash. As their parents should have been.”

Lilith: “Too late for that.”

Lute: “We’ll see.”

Lilith: (flips page)

Lilith: “…Lute.”

Lute: “What, Lilith.”

Lilith: “Are you so afraid of losing that you need to drag a broken woman around as a shield?”

Lute: “A shield? No. An example.”

Lilith: “She already is that. As much as she can be, with so little left of her.”

Lute: “Pathetic, isn’t she? And an example for hell this time.”

Lilith: “They’ve seen worse than this each morning.”

Lute: “Oh but I’m far better than they are. I’m no mere sinner- I think I’ll show your daughter a little act of heavenly mercy.”

Lilith: “Is that what you call it when you kill.”

Lute: “This time death really is a mercy, don’t you think? I SAID STOP SQUIRMING!”

Lilith: “Your example doesn’t seem to agree.”

Lute: “Her mistake.”

Lilith: “Yours as well. Your own happily little mistake. Failing to kill her worked out well for you in the end, didn’t it?"

Lute: "I made it work."

Lilith: "You should thank her.”

Lute: “Thank the filth for what?”

Lilith: “For sparing your life. Proving the stronger fighter. Living long enough for this to happen. Loving and being loved enough to inspire a war between heaven and hell."

Lilith: (flips page) "Take your pick.”

Lute: “….I’ll see you after I’m done wiping out your people, Lilith, treacherous Queen of hell- and I’ll tell your daughter who’s idea this all was while I’m at it.”

Lilith: “Give her my love as well.”

Lute: “I’ll carve it on this filth’s chest for her to read while she wails over the corpse!”

Lilith: “If you like. Goodbye, little exorcist.”

Lute: “Bye bitch.”

Lilith: “…”

Lilith: “… and may they finally be as merciful to you, as you have been with them.”

Lilith: (smiles)

Lilith: (goes back to adding a new chapter to The Story of Hell)

[scekrex]

I just want to preface this by saying I love your work, your stories are wonderful and I have been reading them nonstop since yesterday, thank you so much for making them

Since you are taking request, can I ask for another part of the Overlord!reader storyline, like, maybe part 2 but from reader perspective as his angel explore his new home, him slowly coaxing Adam too get use to him, to find comfort in his touch. OH, and maybe a shot of reader hidden on a balcony just watching as his sweet birdy wander about in his garden, just basking in this little piece of paradise in the depth of Hell

I fucking love Overlord!Reader x Adam, gimme more of that shit I'm addicted. Also I kinda already wrote a part 2 for Overlord!Reader, so I'll make this part 3

Bird of Hell's Paradise

I promise you that I'll be good to you if you promise that you'll try to love me too

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, tooth rotting fluff

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

The way Adam carried himself inside the walls of your mansion was surely nothing but divine, his chin was tilted upwards, his eyes were partly closed and his back was as straight as possible, making him seem even taller. His body language told you with how much pride this man was filled with. And while he appeared so prideful and untouchable, his actions spoke a different language.

In the beginning you had offered him his own room, a thing he had accepted without any hesitation but as the bond between the two of you grew, as you continued to treat his wounds with kindness even though Adam was acting like a huge dickhead - even back then you had known that most of his behavior had been an act, nothing but harsh words that he had spoken to keep you away from him, something that had changed over time. But then, slowly, he started to accept your touch.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” your voice calmed the first man down, that you noticed, his body visibly relaxed under your careful fingers as you took off one of his bandages. You eyed the healing stab wounds critically - they would scar, you had known that ever since you had taken the brunette in, those wounds would leave imperfect scars on Adam’s perfect skin and you could only imagine how much he must have hated the thought of that. “I fucking know,” the brunette mumbled barely audible as he avoided your eyes at all cost, his chin was tilted upwards as he sat on your bed, chest bare, body exposed. And you believed him, because he’d react differently if he wouldn’t know. That was something that filled you with pride - knowing that the first man trusted you enough to let you treat his wounds, saw him in a state as vulnerable as the one he was currently in. You didn’t voice your pride though, you knew Adam would just make a pissy comment about it.

You gently traced the outlines of the healing wound, careful not to hurt the first man and to your surprise he let you. He even closed his eyes for a moment and seemed to genuinely enjoy your touch against his skin, before he harshly pulled back and slapped your hand away a moment later, “Enough.” You decided it would be best for you to not respond to his sudden moodswing, you simply kept your hands to yourself as you rose from your knees and took a step back, “We won’t need to bandage your wounds anymore, darlin’, they have healed incredibly well.” Adam dared to look down on himself, spotting the still healing stabs of the dagger Niffty had rammed into his body countless of times. And while Adam tried to mask his emotions like he always did, a little bit of worry shined through his facade, “They won’t fucking disappear.” It was less of a question and more of a statement, as if he was trying to get himself used to the thought of it. “Well, we could ask-” “Fuck no. There ain’t no fucking way that any demon fuck-up shit is going to touch my damn body, this bitch is divine and it will fucking stay that way.” You simply nodded, it was his choice after all and if you were honest, you understood, If your roles were reversed you’d act the same, that was for sure.

Adam took your silence as his sign to leave the room - or maybe he took it as the sign that told him you were one touching his wounds, whatever it was, the brunette was quick to leave your bedroom and wander through the building, where he went you were never quite sure of, but you trusted him - there was literally no other place for him down here. It was either staying with you or getting killed over and over by angry sinners and while Adam definitely made some reckless decisions from time to time, he wasn’t stupid. Even if it seemed like it sometimes.

You decided for yourself that you needed some fresh air, Adam’s mood swings could weigh quite heavily on you, he didn’t intend on that, you were positive about this. You slowly stepped across your bedroom and made it over to the small balcony that was promising you the view of an amazing garden. Your garden was your treasure, it was probably the most peaceful little place in all seven rings of hell, the most beautiful area a sinner would ever see. So when your eyes watched over your garden in protection, you noticed Adam’s wings gleaming between a couple cherry trees. He had loved your little garden right from the start, once, when you had found him half asleep underneath one of the cherry trees, he had told you that your garden reminded him of Eden, that it gave him a welcome feeling that could be compared to feeling at home. You were sure he didn’t even remember telling you that little detail, he had looked at you with tiny, tired eyes that kept falling shut. But it explained why he spent so much time laying in the grass, why he loved to take a bath in a small lake that was located at the center. You adored the way Adam’s eyes would lit up whenever the two birds that were living in your garden would show their faces.

In amusement you watched as Adam rushed from his current spot to the other side of the garden, then he quickly made his way over to the strawberries. Whenever the first man was spending time in the garden he seemed so carefree to you. Like it lifted a burden from his shoulders that was usually so heavy to carry. You decided that joining him would be a fantastic idea, so you left the balcony and made your way downstairs to join the brunette.

Once you set foot in the garden, Adam was quick to notice you - it seemed as if he noticed everything that was going on there. His eyes watched you skeptically, then he walked over to you, “I still don’t fucking understand how you manage to keep all of that shit alive in a hellhole like that.” The brunette sounded genuinely impressed and that filled you with pride. “TIme and love, my dear, and a little bit of patience of course,” you hummed proudly as you wrapped an arm around his waist. In the first moment the brunette flinched, tried to pull away from your touch, but then he seemed to change his mind because suddenly he was leaning into your touch instead of trying to get it off him. “You know,” you started as you gently guided Adam back to the cherry trees, they provided some shade and given the temperature shade seemed like a good thing. “I’m glad I found you,” Adam huffed at your words as he watched you while you sat down. Your back rested against one of the trees and you patted your thigh to tell Adam he was very welcome to sit down. The brunette hesitated for a good moment, then he sat down in front of you, his back towards you. And just as you were about to complain he leaned back and his head was resting in your lap. That was definitely something that you hadn’t expected, it wasn’t that Adam strictly avoided your touch, he just never initiated body contact this soft before. “Do you give me permission to touch your hair darling?” The question was spoken quietly, you were afraid to scare him away, but a hum in agreement answered your question and blew away the doubts you had.

Your hands gently massaged his scalp, fingers comed through his thick hair as Adam relaxed his muscles and allowed himself to fully drown in the feeling of your touch - it was beyond cute. Despite pushing you away over and over again, you had always managed to get close to him again and it seemed as if Adam was slowly growing tired of pushing you away and denying himself the comfort of your touch. His eyes cracked open a little as he asked, “Does that fucking offer still stand?” You curiously tilted your head a bit as you looked down on him, “Which one?” “Y’know, sharing a room,” he mumbled and turned his head to the side in order to avoid your eyes, one of your hands came up to move his head back into its original position, forcing him to look at you, “Yeah, that offer is still on the table.” A small yet cocky grin appeared on Adam’s lips and all he said before closing his eyes again was a simple, “Good.”

You leaned down, placing a soft kiss on his forehead and the satisfied sounding hum the first man let out at that told you that he was enjoying having you close - no matter what lies his words had tried to tell you, no matter how often he had pushed you away. “Could get fucking used to that,” and his words not only tool you by surprise, no they also made you smile against his soft skin. You placed yet another kiss to his forehead before you responded with the softest voice you had to offer, “I can offer you this,” Adam felt a quick peck on his cheek, “For all of eternity, if it is what you desire.”

The brunette opened his eyes once more as your face pulled away from his, and his beautiful golden eyes met yours, the lighting made them look even more beautiful, “What if I fucking want you?”

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Been thinking about an alternate route for the Other Ending where Niffty gets “cured” instead of Vox. I don’t think it’d be super interesting though, since Niffty would be more preoccupied with getting as far away from Alastor as possible than with revenge. Still, could probably get some interesting character interactions out of it.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Vox assumes he can 'fix' Alastor.

This was the original concept for 'Bad Connection' but I went a different way with that when I started typing it.

This is the sort of note I leave myself about a fic idea, so some bits are a bit janky because I'm, well, me.

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Find out the reason V and A only fight via broadcasts is not wanting to be close to V.

In past, Vox tried to convince Alastor to love him with his power, using his cables and eye.

“Don’t worry, I can fix this… fix you. I can make you love me, like I know you want me to…”

Maybe a ‘realise how you fucked up’ story.

Maybe they fight so violently Valentino is the only reason Vox lived because he intervened. Forging a bond that could never be broken.

When they fight after his absence… Valentino and Velvette are there to stand behind the television. A three on one rumble that tests the bounds of Alastor's diminished powers.

Angel’s chain shatters at the same time Husk's starts to fade out, completely, stuttering back like the dying gasps of someone on death's door. They run out to find out what's happening and that's when they see the clash not far away, etc.

Husk overlord comes flooding back with each stutter of the chain.

------------------ Fleshing out concept: Vox has never been denied, since he took his fate in his own hands and rose up the ranks of the media conglomerate in life, from a shitty childhood with dirt for dinner and playtime etc. 

To arrive in hell and fall at the feet of something just as mystifyingly alien as Alastor, whose interest was piqued by the strange signal he was projecting, it felt like FATE. After the horror of realising he was a fucking television robot thing now with somehow both more and less biology than he'd ever had before... because he’d loved his human face, like, a lot. It’d been his brand, his guarantee. 

The reason people tuned into his station at night. He could have bought shares in hairspray from the way his hair had been slick, shiny and strong enough to use as a battering ram in emergencies. Women had fawned for him, men had made the covert passes they could in those days. He'd been DESIRED.

And here? He was a Thing. A fascination, but not in the way he used to be.

Vox is an amusement to the Radio Demon; who was already midway through murdering other overlords, and he offers a small deal to bind them together. A smidgeon of power for the other to help him hone his abilities; Alastor can sense something significant in the other sinner, and the amusement of being the one guiding it delights him. In return, Vox simply needs to wear Alastor’s sigil, keep him close by to do some dirty work. Perhaps he even tries sinner flesh or something, and it's honestly not all that bad. Not the way Al and Rosie cook it, at least.

The hypnosis remains a fascinating little toy that Alastor enjoys seeing him use on the more stubborn miscreants. Not for deals, of course, mostly for clean up… for the occasional punishment too. It only lasts about 30 seconds, most of the time, but Vox is working on building up the skill.

[Connect to Rosie in there somehow. ]

Perhaps Vox is a backup to Niffty (who appears around then and just about shoves her soul into Alastor's hands for reasons Vox never really understood) in a fight, and gets unexpectedly blasted by an overlord with radioactive abilities, which fragment his electronics and damage components in both media based demons.

While the threat is then forced into a broadcast by Alastor, it's a tad late… Vox is just about annihilated, a sparking mess that is almost too fragmented to even regenerate. So Alastor portals them to Rosie’s, whose blood magic has the ability to fix just about any little issue. She’s a bit confused given the mixed biology and circuitry, but Niffty’s from the 50s/ish and recalls how to fix the television her husband had bought… and is able to reconnect a few things. He remains flat, energy-wise, until his overlord shares a little boost of power down the chain, to snap him awake. Something about that day completely changes his view on the radio demon, and his heart (the oddly organic little thing in a metallic form) decides that his focus will be on one person from now on. However, his initial overtures are turned down with amusement. People say the darndest things after a near-second-death experience after all.

He tries to win the favour of Alastor with gifts and acts of service; from a cannibal flower bouquet, to the hearts of a dozen different sinners marinated in different seasonings… and while Alastor does truly enjoy the man’s attention and presence, it is clear what Vox is angling for. Unfortunately, that was not something he was willing or able to give, if he could at all.

Rosie clearly works it out before Alastor and tries to ward Vox off, but it's not working. Finally, Vox breaks his chains by ceasing to be amusing as his own amassed power grows rival to his overlord’s. There's a shift in Pride that day, you could sense when someone hit Sovereign status in the same way your previously damaged bones could twinge when the barometric pressure shifts.

Alastor tries to congratulate the other, delighted to finally have an opponent worthy of him, but Vox misreads it and goes for a kiss.

The screech of static should have been a warning, but he ignores it, mind full of euphoria as he pins the other to the wall with his body, heart thundering so loud he’s not paying attention to the signals he’s being given. [etc]

Then he is shoved back, Alastor’s expression a snarl, reasserting personal space rapidly with his eldritch appendages. “Enough of this japery, I have put up with your shenanigans, podcast… I will allow you to consider this a jest out of excitement, and nothing more.”

“Please, Al… why can’t you just fucking say you love me too? Can’t you see how much I care about you? We’re literally made for each other, audio and visual, our signals have been twinned since the day I arrived in this shitshow!” The disbelief, the utter soul crushing moment of his dreams burning down around him seemed to unhinge the Television. No one has ever turned him down before? What the fuck was this? Didn't Al see ho desperately he loved the idiot, how he'd practically grovelled at his feet?

He grows furious, lashing out with cables; power new to him and violent in its birth. Wildly out of control and a nightmare to behold.

Electricity crackles, pinning and pushing the other back against the wall once more, as Vox’s form writhes and distorts. Shifting back and forth in confusion as the new form asserts itself as something brimming with power and bare-knuckled control…

That’s the secret of Overlords, the larger you are, the less in control, especially to start with. It’s why they usually only brought out their oversized bestial forms as needed, preferring the smaller amalgamations.

Either Way, he’s knocking down the warehouse they’re in. Their opponents are long double-dead, but this… this was putting both of them at risk. With a tap of the cane, a portal opens below, tendrils snaking up to restrain, but surges of electricity pulse back, unconstrained, and dissipate them.

The feedback is like a microphone turned against itself, and the sudden shrilling seems to reach whatever is left of Vox in that giant form. 

He instinctively grabbed for the streak of red, only to see it try to expand in his grasp, fighting electrocution and writhing to be free. Shadows banished beyond the circle of light emitted by the other. 

Vox pulls back on his power, reigning it back frantically as he sees blood starting to drip from the other’s strained smile, his dial eyes.

“Fuck, Al, I didn’t me334aan to…” he booms, vocal subroutines distorted as his form loses size. The electricity being reeled back in like a fisherman hauling in a giant squid, all unconstrained anger, (find better metaphor). 

“Qu-...ite alri-ri-right my good man!” Alastor chirps, voice flickering through different channels and static, something he doesn’t normally do unless his control is on the fritz. “Yoooouuu were just-just-just in high spiriiiits from your ele-VA-tion!” 

Something about the casualness seems to pull Vox back to himself, tethering him to the smaller everyday form. Alastor lolled in his arms for a moment more before shoving away, pushing upright on limbs that still felt the phantom waves shocking his muscles; brushing down his suit in a show of indifference. Of silent forgiveness, because they were friends.

“I say, Picture Box, that was quite the show. How are you feeling after all of that?” 

“How can you be so calm after I fucking attacked you?” his tone like a bleeding wound, raw and agitated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-... it just happened!”

“Vox, take a deep breath and settle yourself.” Alastor warns. “You will find that your new abilities are linked quite closely with your emotions, and it would not do to make such a fuss in public… not before your official debut, of course. We shall have to plan that at once, can't let Zestial's people get a scoop and plaster you across the media before we get a chance to control the narrative, can we?” 

“Al-...” his voice is a whining thing, and his screen flushes at sudden memories of the same tone being used against parents he felt were punishing him unfairly.

“Say no more, it is all under the bridge, dear Vox. Think nothing of it. Why, when I transformed the first time, Rosie herself had to contain me from eating half of Pentagram City!” hysterical laughter intertwined with that of a studio audience, chilling and delightful to experience. 

Something about it twists Vox’s heart the wrong way, and his expression darkens, glitching. “Stop laughing, you fucker! I bared my whole goddamn heart and soul to you, and you’re pretending nothing happened? That it means nothing to you? Are you serious?”

A hand touches the corner of his screen, claws careful not to cause damage; settling the other through shock alone. His brain already encoding the size, the warmth, the shape and weigh of it for him.

“Vox… you are dear to me, naturally, as is Niffty. And while my regard for you is high, you know I am not… like others. Not like you. The love you seek might be buried somewhere in my dead heart, but there would be nothing more to be gained even if you toiled centuries to find it. Best to put your best foot forwards and find someone of equal measure to you, for I cannot and will not be that demon.”

As his heart breaks, a twisted form of hope wedges itself between the shattered edges.

The power surges, even as his mind connects the worst possible idea with his newfound abilities. He Cannot? He CAN’T!

Of course, he just couldn’t do it because something wasn’t right in his head. It all seems so simple! Why Vox'd done it before… maybe not to this scale but, surely… he could do it now? 

And Alastor… he’d thank him, afterwards. Of course he would. 

The demon didn’t know he was broken, but it would make sense after! Right?

Cables surge from the ground once more, wrapping about the deer’s arms, his legs, his throat. Forcing him off the ground and enmeshed in their sparking web, expression between shock and fury, the infamous demonic form surging forth and constrained only by the explosive electricity Vox unleashes directly at the other Sovereign Overlord. 

He’s not going to hurt him… not really, he just can’t have Alastor freeing himself or rampaging right now. 

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay Al. I get it now!” He smiles gently, moving closer and feeling a pulse behind his screen as the power surged anew.

He takes the other’s face in his hands, mind whirring manically and bypassing the sudden fear that tightens Alastor’s grin. His thumbs soothe over the taut cheekbones, trying to encompass his love in the gesture. “Don’t worry, I-... I can fix this, now… fix you. I can make you love me, like I know you want me to… and we can be happy together.”

His eye starts to swirl of its own volition, met with the rage-filled radio dials as Alastor squirmed, trying to bite at the caging hands that held him fast. With a hum of displeasure, Vox instructed the cables to tighten, the voltage to raise just a fraction to ensure compliance… and allowed the desperate adoration in his heart to spill from his eye. The hypnotic ability had always felt like sending out a  warm ray of suggestion towards his target, but this… this was like an inferno spilling out uncontrollably.

His mind trying desperately to slide into Alastor’s own, burrowing deep through those lovely eyes that slowly faded to a dazed red. A faint trace of swirling power echoing in the overlord’s eyes. Something was resisting fiercely, but… it also sensed a trace of Alastor’s power in the other’s magic signature, and so… fell back. 

“Yes, that’s it, just let me in… you can trust me. I know what’s best for us, I can make us work. Deep breaths, and listen to me…” Vox cooed, gentle now that the fight had subsumed the other. He chased the spark of shared power into the other’s mind, his core, etc. 

To have gotten this far was overwhelming. Where to start? Which part of the other sinner would be the best place to start repairing, so that he’d finally be capable of accepting Vox’s love?

Shit, perhaps he should have practiced on someone less important first. He didn’t want to hurt Al, his Al…

With a flick of his hand, the cables placed the other on the ground, gently, and receded. There was no flicker of response as Vox crouched over the other, holding the other’s chin in place carefully, other hand languidly stroking the soft red hair he always wanted to touch. 

“I love you so much, and I know you know that, sort of. But don’t worry, I’m going to fix you so you can love me back, okay Al? We’re going to be fucking magnificent together, and you’ll forgive me for this when you can see it was supposed to happen. This is why we met, and you helped me get my footing as an Overlord, so I can make you whole… and we can rule Hell together, right?”

[fix dialogue of scene]

That sentence seemed to cause a flicker of resistance that grew sharper every passing second, until Alastor was able to force the other out of his mind. The backlash hurling the pair away from one another as if physically struck apart. 

Mind reeling, Alastor pushes himself off the ground, feeling like his whole being had been tampered with and yet… it was all so distant. So fuzzy. Disgusting.

And all his fractured thoughts could focus on was the sickeningly sour taste of betrayal as he stared at Vox.

There was genuine hurt fuelling the rage… but, it was overwhelmed by the sudden revulsion within. To think he’d trusted the other, even begun to suffer through the indignities of what he's realtively sure were feelings for the picture box… and for what?

To be considered broken?

A toy to be repaired and made to pander to the whims of the other?

To be made into something of Vox's desire, a puppet who would always smile and say yes without heed to his actual feelings or whims? An animated little love toy that would bend and break and moan and praise the picture box no matter how mediocre his carnality or how Alastor’s mind would be begging for it to cease? Disgusting.

Beyond loathesome. If they had been alive together, he would have taken his time peeling the flesh from Vox’s human face before sending him to Hell.

Vox feels shredded, the tatters of his power writhing like anemones in the ocean current. Trying to latch back on and finding nothing. Fuck… he’d-... what had he been doing? Something about Alastor… he felt angry, like he’d been betrayed.

Rejection curled heavily in his stomach and it made him sick. 

He was feeling oddly dizzy, far beyond what he normally experienced when disconnecting from an attempted connection to the grid or even a failed mesmerisation attempt. There’s a sugary sweet floral taste filling his mouth, countering the bile he can feel rising there.

They begin to yell at one another, too weakened to do anything more than retreat. 

The room was full of a thickening sickly sweet red smoke that twisted already vague thoughts into nothingness, leaving the television and deer with nothing but raw emotions. The smoke filling their minds, blanking out the little context that remains.

Niffty, her apron about her mouth and nose, gives Vox a piercing glare as she runs past to Alastor, and he drops the both into shadow with some prompting. Seemingly as dazed as Vox was. Fucker.

“Well, well, well… what have we here…?” comes the interested tone from the rafters, and a glitching, barely cognizant Vox notices a moth demon looking down. “Seems you threw your feelings after the wrong demon… that bitch ain’t able to feel love, my little light… but I can. The name’s Valentino… and I think you are going to be fun to play with, little picture box.”

“...Val… I like that.”

“Come along, Voxxy… let’s get you to my place. See if we can fix that screen of yours up.”

[Initial Vees joining together]

[Alastor disappears for several long years around this point. Part of his deal involves a stronger ward against hypnosis, but he’s never quite sure why he asked. Memories fuzzy from that night, but the constrictive fear that tightens his chest when he hears Vox's voice... infuriates him no end.]

Partial memories lead to the pair fighting, Vox’s obsession is rivalled by Alastor’s own, and they never recall when this started. Why. How. What… just that it felt like bile on the back of the tongue whenever the pair looked upon the other.

And then, Vox decides to throw down after the Extermination.

He knows this is too perfect, an injured Overlord he’s always wanted dead, and of course… Val will come along to cheer him on. Hell, Vox wants to see Alastor’s face as they knock him to the bottom of the pecking order. 

Val already called dibs on using whatever’s left in Angel Dust’s next movie, he’s thinking of calling it ‘Oh Deer, Time to Buck!’ or 'Radio Demon's Bam-been a Bad Boy!'

Vox kinda thinks it's dumb, but he loves Val, of course so…

They throw down, Vox and Al first. Then Val gets involved, latching on with his gaping maw and sharp envenomated teeth. Pumping his pheromones at both combatants to fan the flames of the fight, with property damage left and right. The few sinners dumb enough to stay and gawk are crushed, eviscerated or otherwise murdered.

Overlord forms fighting. [Describe in vivid detail]

And that’s when Alastor manages to pin Valentino with his eldritch tentacles, ignoring the ‘Ooh, yes deer daddy’ comment that makes him want to throw up the bystander he just ate. He rips the wings off the other and plunges a hand deep into that purple chest right between the bedazzled nipples (find better descriptors) to tear out his still-writhing heart.

At the hotel, Angel’s collar explodes, shocking the hell out of everyone present. Angel is shaking, tears in his eyes. Val was a fucked up nightmare but this… of course some part of him still kinda cared for the man he thought he knew once, but he was also terrified of this being some cruel trick. 

“What the fuck…” he whispers, hands trembling as Husk moves to comfort him. 

Niffty makes a strangled sound and falls out of a ceiling vent, as Husk pauses, ears going flat against his head as their collars appear, flickering violently and fading out. 

“Shit, that’s not good…” 

Charlie and Vaggie are there, trying to calm Angel down, but the urgency is heightened when they’re tossed to the floor by the ground tremor from a few streets away. Outside, they see that the combatants aren’t far off. 

Valentino’s corpse is shrinking, his blood drowning a few unsuspecting fools as the carcass dwindles. Vox and Alastor aren’t faring much better. Tendrils and cables everywhere, lightning, teeth, claws, and etc. 

Vox gains the upper hand, and slams the other to the ground, his eye spinning, a beam blaring down at the other and he continues to strike the deer’s head into the pavement.

The sounds he’s making aren’t words… its like frequencies that just miss the mark… but they're talking, it seems. Vox is also clawing at Alastor’s chest, tearing open the stitching there to weaken his opponent. 

“We have to stop them!”

“They’re fucking Overlords, Charlie, what do you want us to do?!” Angel gestures, emotionally conflicted at the joy he felt seeing Val’s body, but worried at what that meant for his future. 

“Ah fuck, well… I mean, he did kinda free my favourite patron, so…” Husk grumbled, hurling himself into the air towards the fight. 

“Wait, you can’t just-... oh shit, that’s so hot… did you know he could do that?”

Husk’s form expanded with power, the collar expanding to allow it, as his own overlord form appeared. He physically hurls Vox from Alastor and the computer slams through a number of buildings.

[Fight scene - flesh out. Pussy joke somewhere - 'Well, looks like your pussy can take quite the pounding, Al...' Which gets Vox set on green fire. 'Husker, hairball on his shoes, immediately!' 'Can't do that on command, Al...'] 

Charlie is about to intervene as Husk is blasted with electricity and thrown at the hotel, but Alastor catches him with tendrils outside the gates. It sets off a ward though, and Lucifer appears looking furious. Then confused. Then a little of both.

“Char-Char, my duckling, what the fuck-ling is happening here?” he asks, noting that the bartender is now like 20 foot taller than usual and the spider has about 3% blood in the rest of his body right now. 

“We’re not sure… Two of the Vees seemed to have attacked Alastor, and poof Angel was free because Al killed him we think, but whoosh Vox tried to use his eye to do something, and then Husk did… that… and now they’re fighting and I’m not sure how to stop it!” Charlie gushed, horrified.

Lucifer cracks his knuckles “Alright, let’s put these babies to bed before pentagram city is fucked.” With a flex of power he’s airborne and blasting two of the combatants back apart, Husk is spared only because he’s shrinking down outside the Hotel perimeter. “Alright, you two need to calm the fuck down before I have to fuck you.”

“UP! DAD, PLEASE FINISH THE SENTENCE!” Charlie calls up.

“Up! Yes, thank you sweetie!” Lucifer calls down. “Alright, enough squabbling, power down and come here…” 

There isn’t a choice. They get portalled to the hotel, shrinking in size rapidly. Its clear spite is the only thing keeping Alastor conscious, and Vox seems infuriated at having his prize taken away. 

“Must you bring… the picture box… to the hotel as well? I am certain… there is a junkyard… nearby he could be sold to… for parts.” 

“Oh fuck you, you old timey prick, as if you’re not like 50% outdated technology yourself. You fucking killed Val! He’s gonna be such a little bitch about it when he regenerates…”

“Perhaps… you should think twice… before ambushing someone… two on one, hmmm?” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t be such a goddamn cold-hearted bitch and I wouldn’t have to!” 

“Alright, if you keep that up I’m putting you both in time out.” Lucifer adds.

Niffty is standing a foot from Vox and glaring, she has The Knife. He is suddenly aware that he has no friends here, and he’d just been the main reason their little ahole mascot was bleeding to death again. 

“H-heh, hey everyone, let’s just chalk this up to post-extermination enthusiasm, hmmm?”

“No. I think Vox isn’t a good Bad Boy anymore. He needs to be punished.” Niffty says, quietly.

“Vaggie, can you come here please? You’ve got first aid training and I’m not… sure how to help.” Charlie asks, eyeing off Alastor and Husk. The latter is mostly fine externally, with some charred fur here and there and angry welts on the skin. 

“Well… that’s new. How the hell did he manage to get you like thi-... wait, are those stitches? How long has this been here?”

“Nev-...nevermind… dear.” The tone flickers through radio channels to find the words, and it’s more haunting than the radio effect glitching, somehow. 

“Oh the hell we’re not talking about this later! Right now, I need to stop your dumb ass from bleeding out on the lawn…” 

“Dad, can you…?”

“Hmmm? Oh, yeah… ugh, I mean yeah but it’s That Guy. Do I have to…? Whoa, put those away, you know I can’t resist the puppy dog eyes!” He sighs. “Alright, bellhop, let’s fix this… and… ugh, maybe we can deal with whatever the fuck you two managed to do to your brains, it’s all foggy in there.”

“What?” / What?!

Perfunctory won’t-die-right-now healing, but the big wound will need more later on. Field dressed. As the golden red magic clears the last twisted vestiges of Val’s manipulative smoke and Vox’s thwarted psychic attack from their minds… Alastor immediately snarls and uses an eldritch tentacle to choke Vox.

“You little cretin, how dare you assume the right to alter-...”

“Me?! You’re the ungrateful bastard who wouldn’t let me fix yo-...” he hurls electricity back.

“There is nothing to fix you pompous, self-absorbed overblown-...”

“Oho yes there is, and if you’d be less of a bitch about it, I-...”

“Ooooookaaaaaaay, let’s settle down everyone and stop choking or pummelling the other. Okay? Okay. Can we just go inside and talk this out like rational adults?”

Two overlords glare at her, then immediately attempt to escape through shadow or electricity. The latter succeeds only because Lucifer’s closer to Alastor and can blast the man with divine light before he can shadow portal away. 

“Can we talk about this?”

Sighs. “I suppose you will not let it drop, but inside perhaps. It will be a moment or so before the media legion is set upon us.”

“Um, so I know ya probably didn’t do it for me but… can I hug ya? For killing Val?”

“I-... hmmm, I suppose it shouldn’t be too much of a burden to bear. Just this once.”

Angel just about snaps the man in half. Alastor raises a tentative hand to pat the other on the back. “There there. Husker, are you whole? Splendid. Do take your paramour somewhere to have an emotional crisis.”

“Got it boss.” 

Inside, couches, little discussion.

Anger and disgust at the revelation / recollection of the memory. 

Charlie, “Oh, that’s what Rosie meant by ‘ace in the hole’…”

“What?”

“It just means… uh…” leans in and whispers something. 

“Oh, is that all. Rosie is playing coy with terminology these days, hah!” 

“Wait, so if you’re Ace, that means you-...”

“Dad, no!”

“...don’t give a fuck?!”

“Ugh, that was such low-hanging fruit, dad…”

“Of course it was, Charlie-dear, it’s all he can reach.”

“Oh you FUCKER!”

“I think we just established that I very much am NOT that fucker, Sire.”

“Shit, Smiles has jokes now!” Angel hoots.

Etc.

Val dead, Alastor and Vox healing.

Lucifer realising how chaotic Hell is now. 

Charlie supportive to a horrifying degree. Angel actually surprisingly helpful and validating.

Alastor offers Niffty and Husk their freedom, Husk did not need to go above and beyond like that… Niffty turns it down, but Husk takes it. Once free, he’s like “So now you can’t trying to silence me when I talk about your little deal…”

Before A can explode, that gets attention, and [add part where they work out deal with, why, etc]. 

Something something something.

Maybe we add in the Cain angle for this one.

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As the Original Murderer, he automatically gains at least partial ownership of any murderer’s soul, they don’t always know and it usually doesn’t impact deals overall, but when it comes to serial killers or those whose murders were especially vile… they belong to him before they even hit the pavement of Pentagram City.

Alastor found out, and tried to get out of it, but Cain decided that he simply liked the other’s attitude, and offered a tangible deal. He technically owned the other’s soul outright so… where’s the harm in sliding some extra fun across the table?

Alastor would continue to kill, each kill of his thralls and even unaware souls providing power to Cain as well as any little favours the man wanted, and Cain wouldn’t bind Alastor’s unusual abilities (broadcast thing, voodoo, other) and leave him without the ability to protect himself. Fail to play ball, and he’d let Vox or the other overlord have Alastor… because it would be more interesting than killing alastor outright.

The hotel? Well, Cain was pretty fucking angry at his family overall.

Adam and Eve were allowed into heaven despite what an awful guy Adam was, and he’s sure Abel got up there because he was the little favourite one. Cain sent Alastor to mind Charlotte’s little hotel thing for a multi pronged reason…

The first and foremost being to fuck with his dad, who would HATE Sinners being redeemed and cheapening his ‘god’s specialest boy’ status.

The second was because he wanted to help Charlie in a way where he wouldn’t be seen to be helping. Because he totally got what it was like to have parents abandon you no matter how hard you tried… Cain had seen the 666 News interview. Which had been… intriguing.

Third… if redemption was possible, then perhaps he could see his mother again.

Fourth, and finally, sending Alastor to deal with charlie was amusing to him. 

Lucifer was a little concerned to realise a rather important mortal figure had been in his realm and amassing power for centuries at this point, and it stings to realise that he had been hidden by Lillith. Whose heart broke for the boy, and he was sort of her nephew through Eve? So she’d taken pains to keep him safe and concealed, powerful but not overly so… until the population began to grow out of control. 

And then? Then they’d all grown busy with their own issues. Lilith with her revolution, and Lucifer in his own head, the Heavenly hierarchy with subjugating the sinners… 

Charlie with her hotel.

Discover Adam has resurrected in Hell, as a demon. Not as powerful as before, but because of his role in the exterminations… he has a glowing chain about one wrist he doesn’t understand.

Alastor hunts the man down, eager for a rematch but ultimately thinks better of it, realising a more delicious irony. One he, himself had had the pleasure of enacting on two occasions… 

And offers Adam to Cain in exchange for his soul. 

Charlie is distressed, not liking the malice of the idea, but… Lucifer decides this is fair.

Lilith returns or not? Unsure. This got more elaborate than needed.

Vox maybe has a ‘hmmm, i fucked up’ moment… and tries to at least patch the rivalry, maybe he is the catalyst for finding Adam. Discovering he’s also owned by Cain, look… sometimes another newscaster had to have an accident so you could get primetime. Sue him. 

Husk hangs around the hotel, enjoying himself.

Alastor makes a deal with Angel (not for his soul), to manage the Vox adult entertainment sector, which he technically now owns (along with the souls therein) through killing Valentino. Angel is given power to change what needs changing, star in what he wants, and alter contracts to free whoever no longer wanted to work there, etc. Alastor may not care for acts of the carnal, but he understood the concept of consent and that the majority of workers were under obligation rather than a strong work ethic.

Angel takes to it with gusto, and Vox gives him whatever he asks for (via a PA). 

Velvette doesn’t really care. Valentino reforms, of course, but belongs to Alastor… and therefore Angel. Alastor lets Angel do whatever he wants.

Which did involve target practice for a bit, but then he locks the other away. There’s food, there’s water and amenities that replenish… but no others. Nothing to play with, no one to play with, nothing to do except read books. No wifi. And spice-infused lubricant in a never-ending pump bottle. And one angry cacti in a decorative pot.

That's more because the greatest punishment is what people do to themselves and all.

The moth loses his mind slowly. It’s fantastic, etc.

Other stuff? When lute does come back for a battle, and Cain uses Adam as a shield.

She stops, shocked and her worldview upended, etc.

[storm-ismyusername]

Since I drew so many outfits and accessories for Niffty I figured why not let people play dress up with her?

Here’s the transparent version:

And here’s the sheets with all her accessories:

Please, someone print these out and dress her up!!!

Inspired by @redladydeath’s wonderful (and incredibly dark) RAM AU @randomly--accessed--memories!! Please check them out!!!

[redladydeath]

Ngl the idea of the Vees just like fucking yoinking Nifty after Alastor either dies or fucks off into the ether is very darkly funny to me.

They probably wouldn’t even ask the hotel and Nifty would gladly go with them because she likes Vox and she’s really enamored with Val (in a way that manages to make even him uncomfortable).

They just… have a Nifty now.

They have shared custody with the hotel crew. The hazbins love Niffty and don’t want her in the hands of the Vees of all people (especially Angel), but… she is a grown woman and is capable of making her own choices, even if those choices are pretty inexplicable. They don’t seem to be taking advantage of her in any way other than not paying her for her labor, but they didn’t do that either, so…????

Alternately, it’s consensual kidnapping-for-consensual kidnapping. Alastor takes Vox, they take Niffty. At least they won’t be arrogant enough to put her in a shitty commercial that advertises where she is for everyone to see.

[staticintone]

If you believe in your methods so much, why not let someone else do it to you? (RAM)

“Because I am content.”

… “My life is ideal. I am not suffering. The ones I touch are in such great need of help.”

“Niffty asked for assistance, I gave it. Vox trusted me, but was so far gone that I had to take matters into my own hands.���

“There is a reason this is so rare, it is a labor of love.”

“Anyone to put hands on me would do it for the wrong reasons. To hurt, to damage. I rescue.”

[moonsceptre]

Alastor & Lilith are connected.

Husk: "You've been gone a while and it's not like anybody knows why."

Alastor: "They don't need to know."

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For a while now I've had some thoughts in regards to Alastor and Lilith's deal, and it involves much more than their mutual 7 year absence. We've already covered Zestial's comment about Alastor falling to Holy arms while Lilith is indeed in Holy lands, and obviously Lilith is the #1 suspect as to who exactly owns Alastor's soul, but I am suggesting that their connection may be much deeper than that.

As a disclaimer, I must warn you that I took Amir's comment about Alastor's sexuality as a greenlight, since his aromanticism is supposedly no longer canon (and much more from the pilot era is no longer canon). If you're interested in this crazy theory, I hope you'll stick around for the evidence I collected.

Faustisse's Painting of Lilith

Faustisse, although no longer working on Hazbin, provided a lot of beautiful art to promote the show, and this piece is featured in the pilot. According to some sleuths online, Faustisse confirmed the hands in Lilith's hair and unzipping her dress are in fact Alastor's. Upon further inspection, I noticed the lipstick marks on her back are also drawn in such a way that they look like Alastor's signature smile, and the snake dress has his stitched smile pattern. This was the first piece of early foreshadowing concerning their involvement.

One-off Jackpot

During Alastor's reprise, the jackpot suggests 3 apples represent the Morningstar family (Charlie, Lilith, Lucifer). However, one of the apples is replaced by a skull with deer antlers. I believe this is implying Alastor wants to replace someone in the family with himself.

It's an interesting approach when you remember this scene moments before. Alastor looks at Charlie/Lucifer, turns his head to the left where Lilith is, looks her up, down, and then smiles.

King Roach

Lucifer is the King of Hell, estranged husband of Lilith, and father to Charlie. Niffty dubbing Alastor 'King Roach' is foreshadowing his plan to replace Lucifer. When you remember Alastor's immediate dislike and 'forced' rivalry with Lucifer in episode 5, as well as his out-of-nowhere idea that he is a father figure to Charlie, it suddenly makes sense if he has reason to act that way. Step dad angle, perhaps? Why else would he have such animosity toward Lucifer, to the point his eye began twitching in anger, unless Lilith had perhaps informed him of Lucifer's absence in Charlie's life?

I noticed in Alastor's prequel comic he has a panel with something similar visually, in which he is angled beneath a rose bush. This could be a bit of a stretch, but three roses on a wreath is well known to have a romantic meaning behind it.

Re-reading the comic, I was surprised to see hearts around Alastor as he hummed along to a song.

What song could it be?

Leaving the comic behind, there is another clue in episode 5 which suggests their involvement.

Three Ducks

On the left is Lucifer's duck with his top hat, sat alone on the shelf above a suspicious looking box. On the right, a painting of a feminine looking duck with ram horns, similar to Lilith's ram horns. Beneath the Lilith duck is another duck with deer antlers. I believe this is subtle foreshadowing as to where Lilith and Alastor have both been for 7 years.

Lilith Asked Alastor to Mentor Charlie

Alastor has been trusted with the role of Charlie's mentor. I believe Lilith wants Charlie to become Queen of Hell. In episode 1, Charlie implies her belief in sinners' redemption is thanks to her mother, and that she wants to make Lilith proud. Lilith lead the uprising and resistance movement, but currently is in Heaven for mysterious reasons. Alastor is the Queen's Hand doing her work where Lucifer has not.

Alastor & Lilith parallels

• Both sinner demons who were once humans

• Lilith wanted to reshape Hell, suggesting she is a rebellious character with a moral code

• Alastor was a vigilante killer who culled people he considered bad, suggesting he is a rebellious character with a moral code

• Alastor was titled as the King of Spades in Husk's deck, while Lilith is positioned as the Queen of Spades

• Both broadcast throughout Hell

It's very likely Alastor wants the position as King of Hell for selfish reasons, as we know he wants out of his deal. That deal is most likely related to the hotel, and Alastor is slowly becoming fond of the gang, which is disrupting his plans. However, the connections between him and Lilith are quite striking, and I thought it was telling that Lilith and Lucifer are not only split up, but episode 8 implied Lucifer had slept with Eve! I'm wondering if this was infidelity, and if so, was that the reason Lilith sought out another man?

The possibilities are endless as of now.

[jollmaster]

(re)design trivia: Cain

looks like father in appearance

actually, it's more accurate to say "both parents", since Adam and Eve are technically closer than siblings

lanky and gruff

with spikes in hair

a habit of holding a stalk in mouth

permanently chafed feet from farming

how to be cheerful when you were conceived in Eden and then born in the middle of wild wastelands

was an ancestor of the tribes of East

killed Abel by slitting his throat with a sickle and pouring the blood on the ground like an altar

shot by his own great-grandson while hunting: Lamech was almost blind and mistook Cain for a mountain ram

CHARLIE'S GANG: Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty, sir Pentious (and egg boiz), Cherri Bomb, Husk, Alastor (+ gang as humans)

HEAVEN: Adam, Eve, Lute, Emily, Sera

ADAM AND EVE'S CHILDREN: Abel, Seth, Awan, Azura

HELL: Lilith, Lucifer, Seviathan, Helsa, Razzle and Dazzle, Baxter

SINS: Asmodeus [Lust], Beelzebub [Gluttony], Satan [Wrath], Mammon [Greed] (and Fizz), Belphegor [Sloth]

LUCIFER'S WIVES: Eisheth Zenunim, Naamah, Agrat bat Mahlat

VEES: Vox, Valentino, Velvette

OVERLORDS: Zestial, Rosie, Carmilla Carmine (and her daughters, Odette and Clara), Flaming Skull Guy

FRIENDS AND RELATIVES: Mimzy, Arackniss, Molly, Alastor's mom, Alastor's father