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@afelldemon
An RP Blog for Alastor from Hazbin Hotel - Sideblog to Kakodaimones - Launched by Missile
Independent / Canon Divergent / Mutuals Only / Headcanon Based / Crossover Friendly / 18+
Content Warnings for: Rampant cannibalism, gore, discussions of historical racism, graphic violence, physical and psychological abuse, religious imagery, and egregious Prohibition era slang
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And would you hate me if I said I kind of write Alastor as mostly being friends with women for kind of chauvinist reasons....
"Me? Lucifer's executioner? Well, yes, but not in the sense you mean...."
Everything about his current situation is completely demeaning...
...but he'd still rather be here than around the Morningstars.
"If you ask me, anyone who views killing as some tragic necessity should learn to loosen up a bit. Your shame isn't making your victims any less dead, have some fun with it!"
Right, the difference between how Alastor treats men and women. Once again, it's complicated, like everything with them, but I think that it's a bit more regressive than people might think.
Alastor has a dim view of everyone else. There's been roughly one person in his life he has liked without any qualification, dehumanization or intersecting interior motives, and that's his mother. But he also has a fixation on manners and chivalry, and that necessarily entails treating women with a degree of respect - though ultimately from a place of condescension.
They also have a fairly gendered understanding of what the most effective forms of manipulation are. As he sees it, the most effective way to control a man is to cajole and humiliate him, while women are easier to charm and put on a friendly face for. This isn't a hard and fast rule - Vaggie and Zestial are both people who don't really fall into these patterns - but it's his default style of operation, and it's not really more flattering in terms of perception of women as of men.
But he'd absolutely love for you to think this is makes him a feminist, either because it annoys or charms you. It's all part of the game, of course.
When you're done transmitting the pained screams of an overlord caught between life and death, trapped in eternal suffering as they fuel your demonic magic and you drop the needle to start playing this banger.
"You know, in all my time in Hell, there's never been a revelation less shocking than the fact that the devil is pale and blond...."
"Adam and Lucifer? There's something instructive in the fact that the mother of humanity has such horrendous taste in men...."
"You know, in all my time in Hell, there's never been a revelation less shocking than the fact that the devil is pale and blond...."
Kitty please run.
[ 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 ] "You're completely out of your element here, aren't you?" / @afelldemon
━━━━ Kitty doesn’t quite understand! But even without meaning to, a head tilt and a beeping noise make her confusion quite clear [ 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 .... ] Did the radio demon perhaps misunderstand her intentions? Fax machine sounds, a dial up tone and internal fans whirring is all that fill the silence, but she shall not be discouraged! Social communication is not the bot’s forte,
[ IT’S NOT WHAT YOU WERE MADE FOR, KITTY! YOU WERE MADE TO BE COMPLIANT AND SPREAD YOUR LE— ] but her ever-growing curiosity has her attempting to reach out a hand, as if prompting him to take it, “⪡ 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗣𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 : 𝗙𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 ! ⪢ Did my verbiage upset you? Would you like me to try again?”
Loathsome little thing, isn't she? The smile on the Radio Demon's face is devoid of warmth as they loom over Kitty, but there is at least amusement, and the same feeling that used to come to him when he would find bloated roadkill as a child: morbid curiosity. "Allow me to clarify for you then, little miss mechanical minx: you're a long way from Vee territory."
Apparently these abominations are all the rage among the lonely and pathetic. It only makes sense one would be associated with Vox.
"Unless a certain voyeur has suddenly gotten so much more sloppy with his spyware that he'd send something as conspicuous as you to keep tabs on me..." Alastor emphasizes this with a forceful tap of the blunt end of his microphone to one of Kitty's eyes. "...I don't see your purpose in being here." But if you stick around, they might find one for you Kitty....
When you're done transmitting the pained screams of an overlord caught between life and death, trapped in eternal suffering as they fuel your demonic magic and you drop the needle to start playing this banger.
Resentment resentment resentment.
I don't like that I've thought about muse inspos and for Alastor and one of the ones that come to mind for him is Alex DeLarge from A Clockwork Orange what the fuck am I writing here-
It's hard not to find some level of amusement in his lecture, especially since it's echoing sentiments that Vaggie has expressed to her before...though not in regard to creole cooking.
"Alright, alright, I guess that's fair." didn't change the fact that food was food to her, but clearly this was something Al felt strongly about. The package of frozen nuggets being put back in the freezer. "I'd feel wrong just having you or Niffty make it for me though, maybe you can teach me? My cooking skills could use some work..."
Putting it lightly.
The radio demon regains his composure as his expression softens. A cooking lesson - he hasn't had the chance to show off that particular expertise in a while, has he? The dish is particularly simple as well - hopefully, this shouldn't take too much effort to impart as a lesson.
"Tremendous! You can get the flour, eggs, and lard from the pantry while I go fetch the poultry - I'll show you how to make the spice mix and clean a chicken, just like mær used to do!"
"It's good though." Charlie held up the package of said 'pink goo' as she looked back from rummaging in the freezer. You'd think that being literal royalty would get her more refined taste but atlas. "Does it really taste all that different from any other chicken?"
The radio demon is frowning with his eyes with such an intensity it looks like the invisible threads holding up his smile might pop at any moment.
"You can't.... Charlie, I need you to understand that when you compare that kind of mass produced factory foodery to fine Creole cooking, you may as well say there's no difference between a soiled boot and filet mignon."
