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@frostbittendoe cont. !

🦌 Alastor brushed off her question. "Nothing in particular, my dear. It's hardly the first time I've seen you return with blood stains-- none of which came from you, I assume?"

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🦌 Alastor chuckled fondly at her reaction. "What can I say? You bring it out in me," he said. "And, if it's a dance you want, I'd be more than happy to oblige." He couldn't have picked a more fitting song, in his opinion; his goal was to make her feel special, to let her know how important she'd become to him. What better way than with a song?

He took a step away from her before turning to face her and giving a polite bow, extending his hand to her. He had every intention of dancing, if she was up for it. He began to sing, too, reciting the lyrics in flawless French.

"Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle l'a tout bas, Je vois la vie en rose..." ~

The moment she started to hear that familiar piano chord, she started to blush. She hummed softly, holding his arm a little tighter. "This tune is quite romantic. I'm surprised that you're playing it. Not that I'm complaining. Knowing that you have a soft spot for the classics is wonderful. It almost makes me want to slow dance for a spell."

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🦌 And that was that. Another mortal soul in Alastor's pocket, and she hadn't offered a word of protest. In fact, Shimo was oddly open to the idea, which was a first for him. Most demons tried to fight back a little, futile as their attempts were. They were desperate souls who would do anything to avoid the worse parts of their eternal punishment... He supposed that she was in a similar boat, even though she'd just arrived.

She had no idea how bad things could get, even without a target on her back for revenge.

"How intriguing!" He never learned much about Japan; he could point it out on a map, but that was about it. However, he wouldn't have pictured a woman being a highly skilled assassin, regardless of where she came from. "I simply must hear more."

He was starting to like this girl, the more he heard her story. He nodded along, only pausing when she did to ask her question. "But of course. We can't have you roaming about in just that-- Come in, come in!"

He invited her back into the radio station, which was attached to a modest apartment. He had all he needed for now; the most important part was his broadcast tower, anyway. Though he didn't keep women's clothes on hand, he didn't necessarily want to take her into town like this... Better to conjure up something more suited to her before visiting a tailor.

---- ⁂ She had seen many things throughout her time, but nothing prepared her for what was happening before her very eyes. Every hair on her body seemed to stand on end as a powerful, demonic energy surrounded them. Shimo grasped his hand tightly for fear that if she didn't, she would be knocked off her feet. Her golden hues suddenly changed into a fiery red and her fangs seemed to grow in size along with her nails. She supposed this was just her truest form coming to light.

As the deal came to a close, the doe listened intently to his words. She couldn't help a small smile curling up onto her lips. "Ah, I've done my fair share of favors. Before my death, I was known as a 'Kunoichi' or rather, an assassin for hire. I mostly disposed of the scum of Japan and infiltrated enemy houses. I wore many a guise as women were considered weak in my country. We were often underestimated so that proved as an advantage."

Shimo continued to inform Alastor of her specific skill sets. Mastery of stealth. Strategically planned scenarios. Expertise in martial arts with proficiency in weaponry to something simpler and more force-based like herculean strength and lightning speed to overwhelm her targets. The she-demon then glanced around -- flicking one of her ears as a thought struck her. "By the way, might there be more clothing options for me? I'm sure you'd like to have this lovely jacket back."

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This place reeks of death.

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((friendly reminder that asexual doesn't always mean sex-repulsed and mun is a ship hoe!!! so don't pester my ship partners pls kthx))

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🦌 "I simply wanted to stroll under the stars," Alastor replied, though his true intentions were far from simple. The true night sky never shone on Pentagram City, but a mostly-clear sky would have to do. It wasn't as if the two were in any danger, either, regardless of the hour. Anyone who dared to challenge them had another thing coming. Besides, the whole of Cannibal Town wouldn't dream of rising against their dear Rosie.

He dutifully linked arms with her and set out at a leisurely pace. "Ah, what a beautiful night... It makes me want to reminisce." They had known each other for an awfully long time, after all. "In fact..."

A gentle piano melody began to play on the airwaves, seemingly out of nowhere. "Nothing like a little music to set the tone, is there?"

A soft giggle left her lips as she tilted her head back a bit. This spontaneous evening walk seemed a little suspicious but she was more than willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Seems a little late for a walk but I think I'll be fine on your arm." Taking a step outside, she locks her doors before wrapping an arm around his. "Shall we, darling?"

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💕 + also I wanna know if ur alastor gets ruts lmao

🦌 "Preposterous." That wasn't a thing. He still had a human soul, regardless of any more animalistic traits he'd gained upon entering Hell. That just plain didn't happen to humans.

((hi i don't have a set of verses but omegaverse is fun to write so -big shrugs- it could happen!! even though he says it can't.))

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---- ⁂ Shimo Satsuki, an OC for the Amazon Series Hazbin Hotel | Private & Selective | NSFW Themes Present

Δ Mun is 33 (She/Her) // EST // Mid-Activity Δ HISTORY // RULES

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((updated a lil headcanon for the boi on his doc (see pinned). also i'm gonna have him be demiromantic from now on-- again, highly selective about partners!))

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Violently fucking her against the wall of the alley cause I got jealous and needed to remind her who she belongs to

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💞 - Have you ever used your summon able shadows to assist with any... Pleasure seeking? For you or for others? ;)

🦌 Well, as long as honesty was required. How distasteful.

"The thought never crossed my mind." However, now that she mentioned it, he supposed it would be effective. Not for himself-- he wouldn't dream of it-- but perhaps for someone else... should the need arise.

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In the spirit of Sexual Sunday, feel free to send 💞 + any dirty questions you may have for them on anon, and they HAVE to answer honestly!

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🦌 Alastor returned her expression with a trademark smile-- but he was genuinely happy to see her. He always was. Still, he declined her invitation with a polite shake of his head.

"Actually, Rosie, I was hoping you might join me for an evening walk," he offered instead. "It'll be fun! We can stop at all our favorite places. What do you say?" Cannibal Town always had something to offer, and what would be more romantic than a trip down memory lane?

Not that he was an expert on romance. That was more her territory. But he could make it work for her.

With the hour being late, it was close to closing time for Rosie's Emporium. Just as she was about to lock her doors, the knock from the other end caused her to jump a little. She opened the door half way, about to tell whom ever it was about her closing, until she saw a familiar dapper demon at her doorstep. Her neutral features curved into an excited toothy grin. "Oh my! What a lovely surprise! Alastor darling!~ It's quite late. I was about to close but please, come in..come in! You know you're always welcomed here."

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Alastor and Rosie (and Charlie!) in HAZBIN HOTEL 01x07: Hello, Rosie!

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🦌 It figured that she didn't trust him. Alastor wasn't really a person worthy of anyone's trust, especially that of a new acquaintance. It was only natural that she be apprehensive to make a deal with him. After all, it was an awfully big ask. She didn't seem to fully understand where she was or what she was doing... Alastor almost felt bad taking advantage of that.

He gave a quizzical tilt of his head once again at her question. "What makes you say that, my dear?" he asked. "Surely, you understand that there are far worse things you could be guilty of than a few lives lost. No need to sell yourself short."

His gaze never left her, nor did he retract his hand. In fact, if she looked close enough to notice, she would see that the antlers on his head had grown...

And then he had her. "Wonderful." He took the hand that she'd extended in return, and his expression changed for just one second-- a demonic grin that would leave even the bravest of souls running for their lives. The magic bound her to him, appearing as chains that wound around her neck before disappearing in a puff of green smoke.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he chuckled. "I may ask a favor of you from time to time, which you will then be obliged to carry out, but who's counting?" Alastor had a lot to learn about her to begin with, namely what kind of power she was capable of. Maybe she was even like him...

---- ⁂ Shimo furrowed her brows together and took a small step back in hesitation. While this man was quite the gentleman and was now the only acquaintance that she knew, the woman couldn't help her distrustfulness. She clutched his jacket closer to her form -- laying her ears back slightly while glancing down towards his shadow.

"My soul?"

The doe questioned before releasing a faint chuckle. Her gaze darkened -- images of her past life flashing through her mind. The blood shed alone and the sadistic ways in which she took out her tasks was enough to have her soul dripping with darkness. She imagined it was rather bitter.

"Are you certain that you'd want to own such a wretched thing?"

A small breeze ruffled her silver locks as she felt a sudden demonic energy luring her into this offer. Some unknown force was pushing her to do this. The she-demon was starting to feel like this wouldn't be such a bad situation. She could offer her skills to him in exchange for safety in this cursed place.

"Very well then, let us go through with this."

She gave a small nod while reaching out a hand -- not exactly sure on how to make this deal, but something told her to reach out to him.

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🦌 This was clearly a threat, and one that Niffty didn't mean lightly. He only hoped he'd be able to do away with the "prettiness" later after it was done.

"Oh, I'm sure you will. Run along, dear! Those bugs scurry quickly!" Maybe if he was really lucky, she would forget about the whole thing before she finished killing all the little pests.

She had been caught. She was slacking! There were still bugs to kill!! But giving Alastor a makeover did sound fun...

No, bugs first!!

"No, sir. Sorry, sir! I'll get back to work!! But when I'm done," she grins, giggling, "I'm gonna make you pretty!"

She carefully climbs off of him and pulls out one of her large needles. "Come here, roaches!"

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