Cursed Princess Alastor AU
I got an idea for Cursed Princess Alastor.
What if the curse is not a Disney Princess curse but a True Nature curse?
It forces out Alastor’s altruist nature out in the open and magnifies it to be seen. It just manifests as him acting like a Disney Princess.
For this AU, the comedy hinges on one very specific, very cruel joke: Alastor—a massive, unapologetic asshole—being forcibly shoved into the role of a storybook princess.
Because let’s be clear: this is a man with a startling lack of empathy and a genuinely gleeful appetite for violence. Back when he was alive, he was already making blood sacrifice deals just to keep the killing going after death. He is not a good person.
But that doesn’t automatically make him a lost cause.
The Princess Curse doesn’t redeem him. It doesn’t soften him into something gentle or pure. All it really does is drag him through a series of deeply inconvenient, often humiliating situations that sand down his worst edges. No big change. Not even close. Just a slightly less insufferable version of himself, with maybe a little less self-destruction on the side.
What’s interesting is how the curse ripples outward in ways Alastor neither intended nor particularly appreciates.
By creating a space where souls can actually breathe—where they’re not constantly under threat—it quietly dismantles the masks people build just to survive Hell. And that’s no small thing. Even decent people turn cruel down here if they want to last. Kindness gets you killed. Honesty gets you exploited.
But take away the constant danger. Add shelter, food, and something resembling decent company. Suddenly, people don’t have to be monsters just to stay alive.
They start acting like themselves again.
And weirdly—annoyingly, from Alastor’s perspective—that environment starts affecting him too.
A lot of the souls drawn into his space are victims. People who were hurt, cornered, and forced into becoming something uglier just to survive. Give them a place where they’re not being hunted or used, and they begin to open up. They find others who understand. Who’ve made the same kinds of choices for the same kinds of reasons.
And that kind of honesty… lingers.
Now, you can’t force someone to be a good person. That’s not how people work. Coercion breeds resentment, not growth.
But put Alastor somewhere he’s not entirely alone—surrounded by influences that are even marginally better than what he’s used to—and something might shift. He might change into less of an asshole.
Barely. Almost imperceptibly.
…Probably not that much.
…Okay, maybe a little.
And for the souls caught up in all of this, the effects are far more tangible. Some of them find redemption. Others don’t—but they do find something almost as important: a place where they don’t have to be awful just to survive.
And in Hell, that’s practically everything.
