#but yeah alastor simply doesn't like men

[justanotherhh]

you'd think alastor and vaggie could bond over disliking men, alas. alastor is also an asshole.

[vividachromatic]

Meant To Stay The Worst

Pt. 1

Alastor x Reader

(friendship, slowbuild romance)

Pt. 2 ->

Note: This is gonna be a series. Reader and Alastor will be friends and fall in love and marry and meet each other again in hell and rule there as overlords...

Sounds nice and simple. And although all that is true, there will be a lot of emotional drama still. First, because of Alastor's trust issues, but also because they don't have a 'lovey-dovey' nice relationship. There will be fluff, and they'll love each other, yes. But the concept of their relationship is basically supporting each other in making each other worse. Like, they're in hell for a reason and want to stay there... They do morally corrupt things and even when they don't agree with each other they support each other.

I don't think this is dark enough to be considered a dark fic at all, it's more canon typically dark. But just to say this isn't meant to portray a healthy relationship or morals.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, use of Y/N (kill me for it) , Alastor AND reader are on the ace spectrum but don't know , alcohol use, idk tell me if there's smth else

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There was cake and tea, lovely flowers and lovely dresses. If you'd have been alone this may have been relaxing. But every time you tried to let your mind drift off to something nice - like a scenario of a book you read, the obnoxious voice of your cousin snapped you back to reality.

"Then he told me our offspring would be genetically superior!" She giggled.

"How romantic." You sighed in boredom and tried focusing on something else. Being forced to drink tea with your lovely cousin who tormented you ever since childhood, just so she could please her own sadistic desires was something you had to do as a representing lady of your house.

God being a woman in the 1930s was exhausting.

Your cousin Maria rolled her eyes at you. "Does it make you happy to be so negative all the time? You know you're gonna die alone if you don't fix this attitude of yours, right? You act like you're better than me, but at least men like me." She gave you a smug grin.

"Yeah, congratulations. I'm actually not really interested in the constant humiliation of being treated like a lesser human being, nor the year-long physical abuse I'd have to endure until I'd finally finish slowly poisoning my husband's tea."

Maria narrowed her eyes at your audacity to speak your opinion. Then she cleared her throat and smirked at you again - this was the look she always had as a child when she was about to torture you. "Speaking of which... I actually have someone you may be interested in meeting this time."

You just stared at her blankly without a response. You were forced to go on dates with different men all the time.

You were 21 and still not married, which was just a scandal for your family. But, you always managed to successfully scare these men away on your dates. Because you're a woman, your opinion of whether or not they'd be a good spouse obviously didn't matter, so you had to think of creative ways to make them not want to choose you.

After noticing your lack of response to her statement, Maria simply continued, "See there is this radio broadcast I've been listening to and this broadcaster... he just had such a hot voice! And he talked about some stuff... I don't know what, I didn't really listen, but he seemed proper, so I asked my dad to use his power to arrange a date for me! But, when I researched him further... I think he's a little poor actually, he wore this fake brand... also he doesn't really look like how I expected him to look, so... since you're all for this equality stuff I thought it'd be perfect. My dad is mad at me since he already paid for the date, so you're perfect!" She finished, giving you a fake smile.

"Hmm... this actually sounds like your problem, not mine." You gave her a fake smile back.

The girl just gave you an angry look and finished drinking her tea in silence.

Oh, you were so sure she was going to try to find a way to punish you for this.

And right you were. Your dad informed you the same day that you were going to go on that date. And you should definitely look out to not fuck this one up again.

Your father even acted like he cared about you for a second, explaining how this is what you must do in this world. Even if it's not perfect. You just went to your room in silence, trying not to cry in front of him.

This world was cruel. Your brother followed society's expectations and was fine. Your cousin followed society's expectations and was fine. You didn't and were unhappy. So was this truly the answer?

The next day you made yourself ready - skipping breakfast.

You'd just scare off this man like the others. Maybe you'd have to marry someone mediocre one day. Or maybe you were gonna run away someday. You weren't sure yet.

Arriving at the restaurant you recognized the cheesy interior suiting the style of your cousin and her father immediately.

The polite waiter recognized your face and showed you your table.

This supposed date of yours already sat there. When he saw you walking towards him, he immediately stood up and politely extended his hand to you. You took it and he planted a short kiss on your knuckles. The waiter handed you the menus and excused himself.

The man had a polite and big smile on his face and pulled your seat back, waiting for you to sit down until he sat down himself giving you a small bow. "My name is Alastor! It's a pleasure to be meeting you my dear, quite a pleasure."

He was definitely polite. But you did see what your cousin meant by saying he was probably not from a rich family. His moves seemed too much like he memorized them from a book only a short while ago, and not from real experience. His clothes seemed expensive for someone from a lower class but not higher. He also looked more dark-skinned than people in your family would probably find great.

"My name is Y/N. It's a pleasure to be meeting you, too." You tried giving him an honest smile back. He was probably gonna turn out to be an asshole, too, like all the guys, but for now, he hasn't done anything wrong.

The two of you exchanged light small talk before ordering your meals. You were surprised to see him ordering a heavy meal with a lot of meat and strongly seasoned. You of course didn't care what he was gonna eat and ordered your favorite meal, too, whatever his opinion may be, but you were used to everyone ordering the same boring and light stuff to seem healthy and well-mannered.

The conversation seemed superficial and boring but not too bad. He had at least not shown any extremely radical opinions or behavior yet.

His smile remained on his face throughout the whole conversation and after a while, he cleared his throat and explained kindly to you: "Look, you seem like a really beautiful and lovely woman, any man would be lucky to have you. This is why I have to be honest with you and tell you: I'm actually not interested in any romantic relationship or anything similar. But I am flattered by the letter you sent me and I do enjoy your company..." his smile didn't falter as he tried to politely let you down. It did though, when he saw your unusual reaction to his rejection.

Your always neutral-looking face until now, was slowly forming a smile and your eyes lit up. You were offended he actually thought your cousin's (probably vile) letter was written by you, but all in all you were glad, because this man didn't actually expect to sleep with you or even continue meeting.

You let out a relieved laugh. After seeing his confused face you quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I just- my father forces me to go on these dates when I'm not actually looking for a relationship. I was already prepared to try to make up some story to scare you off, too, like I always do. But it seems like I may actually be able to enjoy a dinner for once without pretensions or expectations."

Though scaring men away can be entertaining in itself, too.

Your truly relieved smile, while picking up your food made Alastor smile again, too.

"Well if that's the case, I am happy we're on the same page, then. Though I am surprised about this... letter of yours then." He smiled gently, though his eyebrows scrunched a little in irritation when he said the word letter.

You then explained the existence of your cousin with a roll of your eyes and an embarrassed smile.

From that point on your conversation was much lighter and actually enjoyable. You both shared your annoyance at everyone's expectation to have to marry to have a life worth living. You then shared your struggle specifically as a woman. Marrying a man basically meant selling yourself to another man after you belonged to your father. It's like being an object.

Surprisingly, he actually agreed and talked about feminism and how much he appreciated women, especially his mother who solely cared for him since he was little.

He then explained how he definitely didn't want to meet the person who wrote that letter and expected an awful evening, but his mother encouraged him to at least try to meet a girl for once. This then ended in you talking shit about your cousin and him laughing about it.

It's the first time you talked to someone who actually shared your opinion. Of course, you knew those people existed, there was a wave of feminist women nowadays, calling themselves 'flappers' and even some men supported it. But you were never able to meet any of them, the only people you met were the same old, sheltered relatives of yours or their acquaintances.

You did have a thirst for knowledge though, which was the reason you knew about all of this in the first place, even when you were supposed to only associate yourself with a certain circle of people.

But you loved to read books you weren't supposed to and you loved to express yourself through art, when you weren't supposed to.

You tried learning basic self-defense too, but it wasn't easy through words alone and nobody wanted to teach you, because it was 'unlady-like'.

Alastor listened to you talking with a smile and nodded. He then explained how he hung around Jazz bars pretty often and got to know many beautiful feminist women there. You listened attentively. You heard about these places and wanted to go there for some time... Alastor noticed your interest and invited you to show you around one of these bars sometime.

You agreed with a genuine happy smile. This meeting was so unexpectedly nice. And you probably even made an actual friend for once.

"I do have to ask... you said you scare men away usually?" He asked and you nodded with a grin.

"So, how do you do that exactly?" He asked with a smirk while eating his steak.

"I usually just pretend to be a witch, a cannibal or a serial killer. Always works." You shrugged. Convincing men of these things over one date was actually easier than you'd think. And it did make sure they would never want to contact you again.

"Oh? But you're not, right?" He asked, his smile not wavering.

"Hmmm..." You obviously assumed his question to be a joke or rhetorical and answered, "No, I'm sadly not that interesting." You grinned and he gave you a weird grin back.

After the date, he walked you back to your house like a proper gentleman and kissed the back of your hand again when saying goodbye. He was a proper gentleman, not condescending or expectant of anything. This was definitely nice.

When you arrived back home you seemed surprisingly happier than your father or your brother expected you to be. They asked you how it went and you just said it went well and returned to your room.

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One week later you met Alastor again in front of a local Jazz Bar. He politely offered to intertwine his arm with yours before entering the place.

Inside you were immediately greeted with...

"Alastor!!!" A small blonde girl hugged him with huge enthusiasm. He awkwardly patted her back.

"Aww!! Who is this sweet doll you brought with you?" The girl grinned at you.

"This is Y/N. A new friend of mine." Alastor introduced you to the short, chubby girl. You gave her a shy wave with your hand.

She immediately took your hand and dragged you into the club. "Well, Alastor's friends are my friends! You're pretty! Can you do the Charleston?" You blinked at her in confusion, looking around you, trying to find Alastor. You weren't used to people touching you or dragging you around this much... was this gonna go bad?

"Mimzy! How about you leave this lovely, little fellow to me, hm? She's still quite new to the scene." Alastor grinned at the girl and took your hand to guide you to him again. You sighed in relief. This girl seemed nice, but you didn't know her.

"Hmmm..." The girl glanced between you and Alastor with a thoughtful expression. "Alright! Does the new girl at least want some alc?" She grinned.

You politely told her the drink you wanted and Alastor just said 'the usual' with a dismissive wave of his hand and a smile. Mimzy nodded and left the two of you.

Alastor now led you to a private boot. You felt awkward. You were usually not too shy, but this situation was so unfamiliar.

"Hey..." You felt a hand on top of yours. "Relax." Alastor smiled at you. You nodded with a sigh.

Later Mimzy came back with a glass of your drink and a bottle of whiskey for her and Alastor. They ended up sharing the bottle with you after.

Mimzy smoked a cigar and encouraged you to try it, too - you did and though it was nice, you had to cough a lot.

Mimzy just giggled, calling you cute. Later she and Alastor showed you how to dance the Charleston. At first, you were embarrassed to try it, but after a couple of drinks, you were convinced.

After dancing for a while you sat back in the corner of the booth, Alastor smiling at you and pouring you another drink. "I'm grateful, but I think this is gonna be the last one." You tried not to slur your words too much and smiled at him, still out of breath and blushing from the dancing and the alcohol.

He nodded. "I'll walk you back home, of course." You smiled at him in gratitude.

This was probably one of the most enjoyable night you've had in a while. Though it probably was just a regular one for Alastor and his friend. You wondered if she was his girlfriend, she was pretty and he said he wasn't interested in romancing you.

Later when Alastor walked you home he gave you a small kiss on the cheek, despite this not being labeled as an actual date.

Alastor grinned at your face flushing in embarrassment and he asked you if you'd want to repeat the night. You enthusiastically agreed.

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This fic is my offering to the Helluva/Hazbin God to finally grace us with Helluva Boss s2 ep8 🙏🙏🙏 (I know I'm pushing my luck here, but also please let Blitzo and Stolas fix their relationship- okay now I'm getting delusional)

If you want to know how girlie scared off men, I just had 'Red Flags' by Tom Cardy in mind lmao.

Anyway, I've planned way more parts for this one, including when they are both married and in hell, so stay tuned!

[gyubby99]

I'm sending an ask

:)

It was yet again one of those nights in hell. Nothing more, nothing unusual for the overlord of hell's technology himself. Demons all over hell are yet again bombarding him with questions about his overlord rank, about his personal life and some might have even asked hin to sign their autograph.

Yes. Nothing unusual. All eyes were on him the moment he steps out of that limo, standing seven feet tall above others. He would be lying if he said he never liked the spotlight. They should be looking at him.

But tonight was something special. Vox was going to watch his lover perform on stage with a friend tonight, and he couldn't be more excited to admire her. Ofcourse he's not going to be at the front of the crowd. He wants the VIP seat where she could see him perfectly, an ofcourse, a demon like him deserved the VIP section.

Vox made his way onto the said seat, preparing for the show, but then someone cleared their throat.

An old timey static voice.

What the fuck?!

Vox looked up to see none other than the radio demon himself, Alastor.

"The fuck are you doing here? You know this place is not very suitable for old men like you." Vox spoke up with pure spite.

"I believe I reserved a seat here." Alastor responds in an obnoxious (according to Vox) radio sound effect.

Vox's eye twitched. "Beside my seat? Move somewhere else, grandpa." He taunted with a glare. "Why are you even here?"

"I'm here to watch my butterfly perform. I could ask you the same thing." Alastor responded, holding in as much anger towards Vox as possible.

"Wh- I came to watch MY girlfriend perform!" Vox retorted. "Go move somewhere else!"

"Ha! No."

Vox groaned frustratedly. "Look, this night is for me watching Mal perform tonight so move your 1920's looking ass somewhere else and eat shit, old man!"

"No."

Vox's eye twitched. "Ofcourse. For an old man like you it's hard to comprehend what I'm saying. No wonder people run away from you."

Alastor kept a calm demeanor, but deep inside he was seething in anger, cussing out every curse word there is in his head. "For the record, I recieve more power being a deal maker than you being a pompous television show off!"

Vox crossed his arms. "Oh yeah? Demons love me. I bet more people know about me because I'm not an old man who's only good for standing in front of a car with the headlights on and being run over." He smirked. "Who loves you other than your girlfriend? Cannibals?"

"That might be true, but they simply adore me because they acknowledge just how great I am. Demons admire you because they are clearly imbeciles who think that showing yourself off on the television gives you power. Spoiler alert as the kids say, it doesn't!" Alastor taunted, the last bit in non-static.

"My admirers are imbeciles?" Vox laughs. "I think you're compensating for something."

Alastor was about to respond until someone started speaking.

"Ladies and gentledemons! You could've been anywhere in hell tonight but you're here with us in the pride ring!" The speaker boomed. "Are you ready for a night of entertainment, huh?!" He asks, and the crowd started cheering.

"Now, now! Before we get started, I am pleased to welcome you, two of the best singers straight from the house of Valentino!"

That must be Mal. Vox thought to himself.

Aponi must be here! Alastor thought to himself, forgetting about his rival.

The music started playing, and the overlords ditched their earlier arguement and fixated their gaze on the entertainers in front.

Aponi and Mallory emerged from the stage as the music made itself known to demon hearing.

Mallory glanced at Aponi as they strutted through the stage, and she gave her a nod.

Aponi took the lead, singing first

Oh

Oh, yeah

She blew a kiss in front of the crowd, not noticing Alastor in the VIP section.

Alastor looked at her intently, though the music was not of his liking, Aponi made it beautiful.

Did I catch your attention?

You look like you lost your breath

When I circle the room, you an owl, you gon' twist your head

Mallory went in next, singing to the crowd as she strutted with Aponi.

Don't you come at me green with an attitude

Where my lips and my soles are at

If I leave you behind, you can look for the broken necks, no, no

Vox crossed his arms, grinning at his lover. He knew she was a great singer, and she deserved the crowd cheering for her.

He turned to Alastor, boastful. "See that? That's my girlfriend."

Alastor rolled his eyes. "Aponi seems more competent than this.. firefly of yours."

And coincidentially, Aponi started to sing.

'Cause I've been here once or twice

Never worry 'bout the eyes (come on)

Don't just stand there staring, honey

Try to move your feet

If you think they're looking at you

They're looking at me

Mallory put the mic in front of her lips, bending down to the crowd and carelessly dancing.

I could make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain't even looking at you, baby

They're looking at me

Vox snapped his finger, making the spotlight go directly onto Mal, and her mic quality clearer so he can rub it in that old timey asshat's face that he's got an amazing woman, and she's clearly not an imbecile.

They're looking at me

Aponi started adlibbing with her in higher notes. Alastor grinned, snapping his finger as well forming a red kind of spotlight glow on Aponi.

Yeah, yeah, they're looking at me

The ladies were confused about the lights, but they decided to play along, as they think it is part of the show.

This was never in the rehearsal, though..

Mallory took the lead in the 2nd verse

Yes, I'm young for a teacher, I'll teach you what you don't know

Aponi adlib'ed in a higher note

(I could teach you the things that you wanna know)

But I can't give it up all at once, you would overdose

Aponi took the turn, singing the verse. Alastor grinned, loving what he had done with the stage.

Vox had a glare, but it was not for Aponi. Instead, for her pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. Fine. He'll decide he'd be a little more flashy, then..

Vox waved his hands, and the stage floor turned bright blue, blinking to the beat of the song as the two sang and danced along.

Aponi was very confused now, but Mallory started getting suspicious. She knew the shade of blue all too well.

Don't you bring any bull in the room tonight

It's a whole new rodeo

It could be you and me

But you know that I'll steal the show, oh (yeah)

'Cause I've been here once or twice

Mallory did an adlib in a higher note as well

(I've been here once or twice, babe)

Never worry 'bout the eyes

Never worry 'bout the eyes (come on)

Mallory sang the first half of the chorus, trying to find the culprit behind this sudden stage change. She knew it had to be...

Him.

Mallory was right. He was in the VIP section with someone..

Someone..

Mallory couldn't believe it, but she tried not to show surprise.

Vox was standing side by side with the radio demon.

Don't just stand there staring, honey

Try to move your feet

If you think they're looking at you

They're looking at me

Mallory tapped Aponi's shoulder, making the butterfly demon look at her. She did a subtle gesture to the VIP section, adding it in her dance moves.

Aponi looked to see the two overlords standing.

She smirked at the red demon at the right, and started singing, accompanied by Mallory's higher notes as she looked at the VIP section as well.

I could make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead (I'ma takin' the lead)

They ain't even looking at you, baby

They're looking at me

Vox, upon finally being noticed, took his phone out and started taking pictures.

Alastor stood still. Aponi was finally looking at him.

They're looking at me

(No, no, no, no)

Yeah, yeah, they're looking at me

Mallory took a turn, looking directly at the tv overlord.

But they're looking at me, babe

'Cause they're looking at me, baby

The backup singers at the back sang along as well for a brief moment.

Looking at me

Looking at me

Mallory tapped her finger onto her thigh repeatedly, a part of her move.

To Vox, it wasn't. It was morse code.

"Hey"

He chuckled, grinning at her. She just can't keep her eyes off him, huh?

Babe

If I leave you behind, you can look for the broken necks

Aponi belted out.

And just in time for her to sing, Alastor snapped his finger, making fire emerge from the ground.. and Vox's stage blinking to the beat was a perfect combination.

Don't you

Mallory sang the first half of the chorus again accompanied by Aponi's adlibs.

Vox snapped his finger, making lights start to beam, and the club was a damn party.

Alastor casted a spell throughout the place, making everyone dance along to their performance.

Don't just stand there staring, honey

Try to move your feet (try to move your feet now)

If you think they're looking at you

They're looking at me

Aponi had a big smile on her face as she saw them dancing along. She started to sing her part.

I can make it nice and easy

I'ma take the lead

They ain't even looking at you, baby

They're looking at me

Aponi and Mallory did a simultaneous duet, singing together.

They're just looking at me, they're just looking at me

They're looking at me

Yeah, they're looking at me, my baby

Yeah, yeah, they're looking at me (looking at me)

Don't you know that they're looking at me

They're looking at me

They finished the song, and everyone clapped for them. Aponi and Mallory stood there, appreciating the round of applause they got.

Mallory blew kisses the crowd's way, before waving and walking backstage with Aponi, hand in hand.

When they finally reached the dressing room, they squealed like children in the biggest candy store.

"You were so amazing!" Mallory chirped happily.

"So were you! You handled yourself well!" Aponi complimented, soothing Mallory's back.

"Poni!!" Mallory hugged her friend.

Aponi hugged back, glad that Mallory had fun as well as her. In between the hug, she remembered something..

"They did us a favor with the stage and everything, didn't they?" Aponi stated as she pulled away from the hug. Mallory chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear. "They really did!"

Aponi laughed whole heartedly. "I think we should reward them."

"Oh definitely!" Mallory agreed, then she grinned mischeviously at her friend. "Isn't it october now? I think it's the perfect time for his reward."

Aponi turned beet red, yet she couldn't help but agree. She might just reach out to Alastor about what had been building up lately. "Oh! Right.."

"..and as for me.." she pulled out her 'Shock Collar'.

To elaborate, if she puts it around her neck, and turns a button on, small electric shocks would spread throughout her body creating a very balanced dose of pain and pleasure. Vox got it especially for her. He made the product himself, and shipped some of the stocks in the lust ring, for it might activate people's sick twisted fantasies.

It had high demands since then.

Aponi gave her a side eye. "Do you carry that with you all the time?"

Mallory nods, before putting it inside her bag again. "He's helped with the stage as well, so I'd love to repay him." She stated, before sitting on a chair. "That.. and some graham cake for the aftercare. He'd like that."

Aponi chuckled. "Don't forget to bring me some!"

"I won't!"

The girls laughed.

It was funny how their friendship contrasted the seething rivalry of their lovers.

[sasavia]

This story was originally written in German. I'm not that talented at writing fluent English, so I put it into a translator. I wanted to try it out this way. Traditionally it's supposed to be an Angel Dust x Oc story, but here the focus is more on Alastor.

If anyone reads this, I'd appreciate feedback on what it's like to read this from a native speaker.

I give warnings for blood, murder, cannibalism, rape, death, drugs. If anything is missing, I apologise.

The little girl with the soft toy in her arms looked confused. "Daddy?" she asked tiredly. The big man winced and quickly turned round to face her. "Faelynn. Why… Why are you still awake?" he asked with his typical grin, masking his nervousness.

"I had a nightmare… then I wanted to cuddle with you, but you weren't there and mummy isn't feeling too well and you said I shouldn't disturb her because you're there and - …" she fell silent and felt his big hand on her head. She squeezed her eyes shut slightly and sniffled a little.

"I'll be in your room in a minute, yeah? Go ahead," he speaks to her calmly. She nods. "Ok Daddy…" "Good girl".

A little confused, the girl looked around as she came to. She was sitting on the ground in the middle of the city and everything hurt. She slowly stood up shakily and leaned against the wall as she felt dizzy.

She touched her forehead lightly and cursed softly. "…I… have to go home. Mum must be worried," she whispers. She walks on slowly and the headache only seemed to get worse.

She saw strange people, they looked like animals, had horns and or tails. "I haven't taken anything, have I? I never have…", she mumbles.

"Hey, sweet little vixen," someone called out. But she didn't feel addressed. Only when something seems to grab her, pulls her backwards and she falls weakly to the floor. "Mh… seems like she's a newcomer here" "Such a cute thing, she's supposed to have done something to end up in hell?".

She listened up. "Hell?" she asked, looking up slowly. These men looked like wolves. They looked at each other and laughed. "You don't get it? You died!" they laugh. Her eyes widen. "No… I have to… I have to…", tears welling up in her eyes.

She cried out as her hair was grabbed and she was pulled up like this. She was never usually this sensitive, but the pain in her head was getting to her. She opened her eyes, her vision became completely blurred and she saw double.

She was thrown to the ground, pushed down. "Dead…" she whispers and whimpers too. Laughter again, but it stops all at once. She tries to sit up, but her body doesn't hear. She saw the outline of a person, who slowly took her wrist. Then she was lifted up and she made a pain-filled sound.

"I know…" a voice said to her calmly. She knew that voice. She missed that voice for 8 years. She clings to what she recognises as the red suit. ,,… You - …", she croaks softly. Humming softly in agreement, he walked past the bodies of the now dead wolf demons. The other demons simply stared at him.

Shock, fear and confusion.

Why was the dreaded radio demon carrying a newcomer to hell and why did he save them?

•.¸♡¸.•

A stare glance went to the grave.

No one came except her mother and herself. Tears ran down her cheek and she sniffled. She wished her beloved father would live. No matter if he was a serial killer and a cannibal. She would always love him, would love to be in his arms right now, which he always did, even though he didn't like physical contact.

"Come on Faelynn, it's getting late," her mum gently took her hand and pulled her along. "Couldn't Aunt Mimzy come?" she asked softly. Her mum bit her lip. She couldn't tell her 10-year-old daughter that this fake snake had escaped.

"She wasn't well, my darling. When we get home, I'll make you jambalaya. Daddy always made it for you when you were sad, mh?" she tries, suppressing her own sadness. "Okay," the little girl replies. "Good girl".

She slowly opened her eyes. "You told me you had a daughter, but such a pretty and sweet one~?" a woman's voice spoke softly. "I always thought it was a joke at first, my dear Alastor~". "Why should I joke about it, my dear?" the demon shook his head.

"Now everyone knows that the radio demon saved a newcomer in hell and then such a bloodbath," she giggles.

She wants to move her head slowly, but hisses and grabs her head. Quickly, their heads go to her. The male demon quickly rushes to her and puts his hand on her forehead. "Careful. This will last a while. An after-effect of the way you died," he said calmly.

She then looked at him closely. This man looked different from her father. His voice also had a strange radio effect, but it would suit him. It's you," she spoke now. He stroked her cheek gently. Then he leant down and hugged her in a lying position.

You've grown up so much, you have a lot to tell me and explain," he says. His grin was now more of a gentle smile. "I do Daddy…" she sniffs.

"Oh how sweet~".

They both break away and look at the woman. Alastor is grinning again now. "This is Rosie. Rosie, this is Faelynn, my daughter," he grins, patting his child's head. "You can call me Aunt Rosie my pretty one".

•.¸♡¸.•

Alastor looks at Husk and Nifty and continues to grin. But he furrows his brows because someone important is missing.

"Sorry, dear, but one person is still missing," he says to the Princess of Hell, who is hanging over the bar counter. She looked at him in surprise and with sparkling eyes. "Anyone else?" she asks excitedly.

He nods and swings his staff slightly above his head. You could see a kind of shadow hole, then a scream and the radio demon catching a girl without any problems. She blinks a few times, holds her mobile phone in her hand and looks around.

She had long curly black hair, ears sticking out of it in a shiny black colour. Her eyes sparkled like amber and a fluffy tail hung to the ground. The radio demon now grins proudly.

"I always save the best for last, my pride and joy Faye!" he says enthusiastically. "His… His pride and joy?" asks Angel Dust somewhat sceptically. "Oh, hello Faye! It's been a long time! How are you?! How's business?" asks Nifty excitedly, jumping like a bouncy ball. Alastor lets the girl down and she knocks the dust off her clothes.

"Everything's great - … damn Dad! If you always do that, my clothes are always so dusty afterwards!" she grumbles at the radio demon. He just smiles and starts stroking her head.

"Dad?!" Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust ask in horror.

"Then the rumours from back then are true," Vaggie mumbles under her breath.

The girl clears her throat and everyone turns to her. "Right then. Hello, I'm Faye and I'm actually the daughter of that grinch," she points to her father behind her. He chuckles quietly in amusement and pats her head again.

Charlie then hugs the smaller one tightly. "Welcome to the Happy Hotel!".