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Alastor is kidnapped by DHORKS due to his connection to The Prince of Darkness. Lucifer doesn't allow the disrespect to go unpunished.
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#Alternate Universe - Human #BAMF Lucifer Magne | Morningstar #Human Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) #Alastor's fanon obsession with Lucifer's powers #the author loves REALLY niche movie references #Bloody Kisses #Blood and Violence #Alastor's own brand of devil worship
Alastor strained against the old leather keeping him strapped to the chair, a thin trail of blood spilled from his forehead until it dripped down his chin. The smell of dust, acrid blood and burning wax hung heavy in the stifling room. Black candles were arranged in careful patterns on the floor, their wicks burning dim.
“You’re making this worse for yourself.” The agent’s voice came from the other end of the room, annoyed and clipped. Alastor clicked his tongue, if only she recognized the mercy he was allowing them.
A mercy that would not be given by the being they sought to summon.
“Tell us what you know.” A different agent spoke up, a male this time. “Can you summon him? What’s the incantation?”
Alastor rolled his eyes in the face of such ridiculous questions. It was obvious that whatever this organization was, the people representing it were obsessed with chasing the demonic and otherworldly. Through the many late night conversations he’d shared with his very own piece of the Other World, these fools had even been somewhat successful in finding evidence of imps and demons.
Now they were after the real deal. Their goals changing from hellborn to the Prince of Darkness himself. Well, Alastor had learned intimately that he was no prince. Lucifer was the king.
And now these fools believed they could conquer The Old Serpent with mere brute force and a hostage. They hadn’t even drawn the sigil on the floor correctly. Alastor laughed to himself, his heart picking up its pace in excitement. Oh what a show this will be.
“Not gonna say anything, huh?” The woman agent spoke up again, stepping back toward a table on the other end of the room to pick up one of the many interrogation tools. “We can handle that.” She laughed.
Suddenly, all light in the room was sucked out. A darkness unlike any other almost suffocating. Alastor whipped his head around the room, seeking out any signs of a new presence.
Then he felt it, the shift. The overwhelming presence of a time unknown to man, a presence of power and sin. The shadows almost seemed alive, the darkness writhing and breathing as a hush fell over the room.
The shadows coalesced into the silhouette of a man, the figure perched on the table, one leg crossed over the other.  Glowing golden eyes cut through the darkness, illuminating the glittering black blood dripping from a grinning maw. “You have something that belongs to me.” The figure admonished, its polyphonic voice layered yet with a chillingly calm tone.Â
The figure slid off the table, its hooves clicking against the tile floor. The candles had flickered back to life, the flames bowing and supplicating in the presence of power incarnate.
It stepped closer to the light of the candles, revealing pure white skin draped in black robes. Wings, the color of the night, fluttered against its back.Â
“Stay back!” One of the agents screamed, holding up their gun. “W-What are you?”Â
“An angel.” The being responded wistfully, its tone had calmed into an almost comforting voice. Quiet and lost somewhere in the stars.
“Who are you?” Another agent asked, trembling where he stood.Â
The being grinned wider, its eyes shifting into the color of blood.Â
“I’m the devil.” He growled. “Now, kindly undo those straps.” Lucifer asked, his voice brokering now argument. Alastor saw the command for what it was: a warning.
The agents stepped back, shaking where they stood as Lucifer stared deep into their souls. When all they did was whimper and stare, Lucifer affixed his gaze on Alastor.
The man fought against his bind, his hands nearly desperate to thread through the soft blonde hair of the devil. The crimson eyes softened just so when taking in his figure, before they focused on the wound still dripping blood into his eyes.
Heat burst from the devil, the candle flames growing until the room was blindingly bright. There was no sound, no detectable movement before Lucifer stood in front of the chair, looking down at Alastor. The king’s hands gently parted his chocolate colored curls, exposing the source of the blood.
A deep crooning noise reverberated from the pure white chest. Lucifer leaned forward, his serpentine tongue unfurling from his mouth and licking over the wound. The devil hummed appreciatively and pulled back to nuzzle against Alastor’s nose. Alastor could feel the magic washing over him, the wound stitching itself back together and his headache clearing.
A gunshot threw off the moment, making Alastor flinch in his chair in surprise. After gathering his bearings, he noticed the bullet lodged in Lucifer’s teeth. The devil’s mocking laughter sent a shiver down his spine and stirred heat deep in his gut.
Lucifer turned completely toward the agents, their hands trembling where they gripped their guns. Lucifer laughed once more, his tail emerging from his robes to flick and tease like a cat ready to pounce. Without a word, the slaughter commenced.
It was unnecessary, the brutality of it. Alastor knew well Lucifer could drag every soul in the room down into his pit. But instead, he used his animalistic strength to render flesh and spill blood. His sharp teeth maimed and consumed until all that was left was the stench of death and regret.
It was for him, Alastor knew. Lucifer was possessive on a normal day. It wasn’t his nature to allow such an affront to what he had claimed as his go unpunished. Additionally, he knew how much Alastor loved it. This mere human, this sinful man amongst saints had the devil wrapped around his finger, bound to him with a force stronger than worship or a mere contract.
No, Alastor mused to himself as the straps were torn and he was drawn into the arms of the devil, if only it was that simple. Lucifer tilted his chin up, sealing their lips together in a tender kiss. They were bound together by something more.
“You’ve known since the beginning that shutting up isn’t in my skill set.” Alastor teased, arching slightly when the Naga's tail moved its exploring touches further up his chest.
“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.” Lucifer hissed against the hollow of his throat, growling playfully when Alastor swallowed thickly.
#Tooth-Rotting Fluff #Domestic Fluff #Marriage Proposal #Soft Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) #Soft Lucifer Magne | Morningstar #Alastor Can't Control Alastor's Shadow (Hazbin Hotel) #Lucifer also has a sentient shadow #No Beta #I wrote this in about an hour
Lucifer leaned back in his armchair, clear signs of anxiety making his face crumple in on itself. Charlie wondered if he knew that one of his sclera had gone a deep red. She reached over to rest a hand on the one tearing the fabric on the arm of the chair.
“Don’t worry dad,” She comforted, a bright smile lighting up her face. “It’s going to go great, I just know it!” Charlie’s heart soared at the immediate effect of her words. Her father inhaled a deep breath and returned her smile with one that bordered on shy.
“Thanks sweetie. Are you sure it’s not a problem?” Lucifer asked for the nth time.
“pft. Don’t you worry about a thing! I’m a pro at this.” She replied playfully. Charlie could feel Vaggie’s tension next to her. Her girlfriend was more wary about the idea but Charlie knew that they could do it, especially if they worked together.
Lucifer finally stood from his chair and kissed her forehead lovingly. “Good luck, Char. I know you can do it. I’ll be ready.” Charlie preened under the encouragement, distantly relieved at the easy affection that resulted from years of rebuilding and effort.
“You can count on me!”
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The first step was convincing him to leave the hotel in the first place, which already proved to be a feat. Alastor drummed his fingers over his microphone and looked at Charlie as if she had grown two heads overnight. “Wouldn’t you agree that I am better served here while you’re away?”
Damn his logic. Charlie straightened her posture and rested her fists on her hips. “It’s only for the afternoon, I really need your help on my….research.” She really should have thought of a more believable excuse before approaching Alastor.
The Radio Demon quirked an eyebrow and stared at her for a moment. She could practically feel his gaze as he read into her expression. Dammit, two minutes in and he was already suspicious. Curse his natural paranoia.
“Please?” Charlie finally said, employing her best puppy dog eyes. Those typically didn’t work on Alastor they way they worked on Lucifer. But the closer he became to them as a family, the more his walls has softened. So long as no one pointed out that fact, she would use it to her advantage.
Surprisingly, Alastor hummed and eventually caved. Which was a relief because she was beginning to worry Vaggie would attempt to drag him out. “Well, consider me intrigued in your suspicious activities. Lead the way, my dear.”
Charlie breathed a sigh of relief that was all too conspicuous but as long as Alastor was intrigued, he’d be distracted. Which was the whole point of this affair.
They left the hotel with no further incident. Alastor walked behind her with a song playing over his radio waves. He hummed along as they walked closer to the city. She was happy to see his shadow was with them too, chirping along as it hid inside her own shadow. The presence of the creature told her it wasn’t left to spy.
Charlie yelped when Alastor was suddenly at her side. “Where are you leading us, princesse? I must say this is out of the norm.”
Charlie’s mind raced as she thought of an excuse. The more Alastor’s gaze bore into her the more she began to panic. think think think
“Lu Lu World!” She blurted without further thought.
If Charlie was half as good at reading Alastor’s expressions as she thought she was, she could tell he was thoroughly unimpressed. “Charlie-” He drawled. She could tell he had a lot more to say but since he and Lucifer had confessed to their relationship, she could tell he tried harder to connect with her. Alastor cleared his throat. “Alright. But how about a short cut?” He suggested before they were enveloped in the shadows.
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Charlie was an odd duck, Alastor knew that from the start. However, this was odd even for her. The princess was pointing out all of the hidden details in every nook and cranny of the park her father built. Alastor tuned her out a little bit ago, having already received a similar tour from the man himself.
Alastor recalled that day. Lucifer had brought them here after hours so they were alone. They walked the park hand in hand and spoke about nothing and everything. He could never admit it, but it was one of the finer times they’d spent together.
He tuned back in when Charlie hesitantly grabbed his wrist. “This way!” She directed, giving him a smile that mirrored Lucifer’s. He allowed her to lead him where she pleased. It was clear she had ulterior motives for this whole trip but she happened to catch him in an amendable mood.
It would take all the tortures of hell to make Alastor admit it, but the day turned out to be one he enjoyed. Charlie happily showed him everything she could, recalling stories from her youth when Lucifer built the park to her wishes. Similarly, he watched as Vaggie listened with a dopey smile on her face. A smile that spoke volumes about the way she felt about the princess.
It was a smile he knew he had worn many times before, hidden in the bayou with the King of Sin in his arms. When did he become this? So weak to the affection of the Morning Star?
“What are you thinking about?” Vaggie asked quietly beside him, knocking him from his reverie. He looked sharply to his left. The angel looked up at him with a knowing smirk.
Alastor clicked his tongue and looked away from her, feeling thoroughly caught.
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It had taken quite the miracle on Charlie’s part but with enough convincing she was able to drag Alastor onto a few rides. She didn’t care what he said, she knew he had enjoyed a least a couple of them.
She continued to check her phone, waiting for the go ahead from Lucifer. She chewed on her lip at the absence. Charlie was good at distracting but her talents only went so far when Alastor was involved. On cue, the Radio Demon cut into her thoughts.
“Well, as entertaining as this was, I believe its time for me to head back before your father lights the kitchen on fire.” He said with a recorded laugh track.
“Wait!” Charlie called out a little too frantically if Alastor’s raised eyebrow was any indication. “uhhh. Are you sure you don’t want to try the teacups?”
“Charlie, my dear.” Alastor responded with a suspicious grin. “What is it you’ve been hiding all day? Secrets aren’t your strength and I am beginning to wonder what this charade was all about.”
Charlie hemmed and hawed for a moment, wringing her hands as she attempted to formulate a believable excuse. “Well uh…Dad-no. I uh...”
“What about your father?” Alastor asked, taking a step closer. “Did he put you up to this?"
Before Charlie could answer, Alastor’s shadows swallowed them all and brought them straight back to the hotel. “Al, no!”
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They materialized inside the hotel lobby. All of the lights had been dimmed save for a few scattered candles. Alastor examined the room, finding it completely empty. “Another outage?” He wondered aloud to himself.
Charlie and Vaggie stood behind him nervously. “Al, we should go back…” Charlie suggested but Alastor just hummed.
“I am not sure what you’re up to, my dear, but this is incredibly suspicious.” His attention was captured by a familiar shadow on the wall by the stairs. The glowing red eyes and outstretched horns told him it was Lucifer’s. The shadow walked along the walls and took his own shadow’s hand, kissing the back of it before leading it upstairs.
“Oh.” Charlie breathed. “It’s time.” Alastor looked back at her in confusion but she simply waved her hand to direct him to follow.
Alastor followed the shadows as if in a trance. The shadows walked together happily, chittering to each other while they led Alastor through the winding halls and stairwells of the hotel. They brought him to his own door and slipped underneath.
Alastor stared at the doorknob for a heartbeat before he threw it open. He was surprised to see that his bayou was lit up with sparkling fairy lights strung in the trees. The lights melded with the fireflies that lazily floated about. They were always Lucifer’s favorite, he’d often lay on their blanket and compare them to the stars he used to create.
The shadows stepped off the wall until they were almost corporeal. They chittered and danced together as they led Alastor deeper into the bayou. He could distantly feel the connection the shared, the phantom sensation of his hand being held and his face being kissed.
Alastor stopped in his tracks when the shadows melted back into the soft earth, leaving him alone with Lucifer. The devil stood beneath a weeping willow, dressed in a form fitting black suit that accentuated his bright red eyes and flaming horns. It was a look he was used to, Lucifer was on edge.
“Hey Al,” He greeted with an agonizingly soft expression.
“What’s all this?” Alastor asked, gesturing to the lights with his microphone. Lucifer’s shadow rose just long enough to gently push Alastor forward while his own shadow took his microphone.
Lucifer reached out to take Alastor’s hand. He smiled softly while he ran a thumb over his knuckles. Slowly, he sunk down onto one knee.
Alastor’s static rose in volume as he watched, his dead heart jumping into his throat. “I can’t keep it in any longer,” Lucifer began. “I had this whole speech planned but-” He chuckled to himself and looked away from Alastor’s intense gaze.
Alastor squeezed his hand, his own grip becoming shaky. “I’m always a fan of a little improv.” He encouraged.
Lucifer’s smile rivaled the sun. “I don’t think eternity is enough time to tell you, Al.” He laughed nervously before continuing. “Will stay with me? Give me the honor of sharing forever?”
Lucifer held out his other hand, in his dark palm he held a golden ring carved to resemble a feather. Alastor could feel the angelic grace that radiated from the band. “Will you marry me?”
Alastor had lived both his life and his death fighting. He trusted few and loved fewer. Never would he imagined himself in this position, much less with the King of Hell on bended knee.
And never did he imagine the decision to be so easy.
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Lucifer leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping idly at his coffee. His body instinctively swayed to the music that crackled from the radio. Distantly he could hear the sound of the grandfather clock striking the ungodly hour in the other room.
Logically, he knew why Alastor always left so late into the night. Selfishly, he preferred him to stay and keep him warm in their bed. He sighed and padded out of the kitchen and stepped out onto the porch. The muggy air was filled with the sound of cicadas and the distant call of nocturnal predators seeking their next meal.
The thought made him closely examine the treeline for any signs of Alastor. Lighting bugs danced in the tall grass of the bayou, creating a sparkling light show that was nearly mesmerizing. Lucifer sat down in one of the twin rocking chairs and threw one leg over the other. Truthfully, he knew it was best to just go back to sleep, but since Alastor, falling asleep in an empty bed was never as easy as it was before.
A chill ran down his spine when something in the atmosphere shifted just so. There was a sensation that sat heavy in his chest, the undefinable instinct all creatures had that prevented them from danger. Lucifer was never one to heed that internal voice that told him to turn tail and run. Even more so than a being of instinct, Lucifer was a man of pride.
Lucifer reentered his house and began rifling through the junk drawer in his foyer. It took a few moments of digging through old phone chargers, take out menus and rubber bands until he found the small flashlight he liked to keep on hand.
Just as he was about to exit again, he glanced into the decorative mirror beside the door and fixed a few wayward strands of hair.
The beam of his flashlight roved across the thick foliage that surrounded his home. A plant shook as a some small animal was startled into retreating further into the darkness. Lucifer descending the creaky wooden steps and walked off in the direction of the tree line.
Lucifer wandered through the garden they lay just beyond the home. The space was packed full with vibrant flowers, twisting vines and an abundance of growing vegetables. Alastor always liked to tease that it was their personal Garden of Eden. Lucifer breathed in the creamy scent of the magnolias and continued on.
Lucifer’s heart thumped rapidly against his chest when he finally heard a faint humming deeper in the garden. He distantly recognized the song, it was only the night before he was resting his head on Alastor’s chest as they slow danced in their living room to the very tune.
As the humming raised in volume, Lucifer stepped quicker through the garden path. He slowed to a stop when he finally found the source of the song.
Alastor was on his knees with a sapling in his hands, he set it in the small hole he had dug and compacted the dirt around it. Dozens of newly planted shrubs and trees covered most of surrounding area, the dirt still freshly dug. Alastor’s axe laid in the dirt, having just been used; the blade still soiled.
Alastor turned to him with a wide, proud smile on his face. His glasses sat askew on his nose and his typically prim attire was rumbled and wrinkled. His face and hair was damp with not only his sweat, but a thick layer of bright red blood. The acrid scent wafted off of him as he stood and faced the shorter man.
Lucifer slowly approached, keeping his gaze locked on Alastor’s chocolate brown eyes. A wild, electric expression rested over Alastor’s features and ignited Lucifer’s blood. A thin trail of blood slid from the chocolate curls atop Alastor’s head and slipped past his lips and down his chin. Alastor licked his lips with a grin and held a hand toward his companion.
“Sweetheart, what did you bury in the garden?” Lucifer asked coyly as he was reeled in by those callused hands.
Alastor guided him into a kiss that spoke of desperate hunger. Lucifer moaned at the coppery taste that laced his tongue and eager ministrations of his lover. Alastor pulled away with a nip to his bottom lip and smiled just as mischievously. “An apple tree, just for you, petite pomme.”
Lucifer chuckled and pushed a blood soaked lock of hair away from Alastor’s face. “Apples? Are you trying to tempt me?”
“Oh but you’re the real temptation, you little devil.” Alastor replied before bringing Lucifer back into the kiss.
Alastor and Rosie have arranged to be married after Rosie is put into a precarious position by her upper class peers. During the rehearsal, things go awry and Alastor finds himself practicing his vows deep in the forest. One small mistake led him to being dragged to the underworld by a groom who swears they are now married. Lucifer, a once affluent member of society, found himself murdered after running away to marry his sweetheart.
Now Alastor finds himself trapped between his duties, his promise to a friend, life, death and this tricky little thing called love.
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An arrogant king and his castle's servants fall under the spell of a wicked enchantress, who turns him into a hideous beast until he learns to love and be loved in return. The headstrong spitfire, Alastor, enters the Beast's castle after he imprisons his mother. With the help of the king's enchanted servants, Alastor begins to draw the cold-hearted beast out of his isolation.
Lucifer, the local sheriff, is eager for his rendezvous with his beau Alastor....who just so happens to be an infamous outlaw.
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