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[second-radio]

Welcome to SECOND–RADIO

A joint broadcast by Alastor & Abel. And now featuring Hell’s Newest Rising Star, Audrey!

Alastor: Well hellooooo, my curious listeners! You’ve tuned your dials to the finest little frequency in all of Perdition—Second-Radio, where the static crackles, the charm is palpable, and the hosts are, if I do say so myself… exceedingly delightful. Before we kick off the official rules and jargon, I would like to introduce to my co-host and (much to everyone’s surprise) boyfriend Husband Abel!

Abel: *smiling with blush on his face, wings twitching with polite excitement* Hi everyone! Thank you for stopping by! We—uh—weren’t sure anyone would actually read this, but we’re really happy you’re here! We’ll be sharing stories, answering asks, posting updates, and… well, whatever else Alastor decides is good broadcasting etiquette.

Alastor: Which is all of it, my dear. A proper show needs rules, structure, decorum! We are not savages.

Abel: ...Right. So! Before you ask things or follow the blog, here are our guidelines!

Meet Audrey

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SECOND–RADIO HOUSE RULES

1. Keep it Polite!

Alastor: We value manners above all else on this platform. Address us with courtesy, pose questions intelligently, and refrain from any raucous buffoonery.

Abel: Yeah, please just be nice! If you’re polite, we’ll be happy to talk!

2. No Bigotry, Cruelty, or Unnecessary Meanness

Abel: *pouting* Bullying or cruel comments won’t fly here. Even in Hell.

Alastor: Unless I’m the one delivering the cruelty. Then it’s tasteful.

3. No Demanding Content

Alastor: Requests are welcomed! Demands, however, are unseemly. We decide what becomes part of the broadcast.

Abel: We’re happy to answer most things, but please be patient with us! We do have other responsibilities.

4. No Minors

Alastor: We want to have fun with our audiences and that audience is anyone egg is considered an adult. Which is 18 years or older.

Abel: P-please respect that. I’ll try not to be vulgar but this (radio) show really isn’t for children.

5. Light Lore / Ask Blog Style

You may ask us about hotel events, heavenly happenings, cannibal neighbors, family drama, or anything within Hazbin canon. We’ll answer in-character unless the question requires clarification.

6. No God-modding, Meta Gaming, or Breaking the Broadcast

Alastor: Do not attempt to override our personalities, histories, or actions. This is our show.

Abel: It’s okay to ask lore stuff though! Just don’t dictate what we do.

7. Have Fun!

Abel: We’re here to entertain and we hope to share a few good laughs. Maybe even shed a few tears together.

Alastor: And to stave off crushing boredom. That too.

📡 What You Can Expect from SECOND–RADIO

In-character Q&A

Snappy banter between one Overlord and one archangel nepo-baby

Mini stories and vignettes

Radio-style announcements

Maybe even a look into the bizarre relationship.

Alastor: So adjust your antennae, settle in, and prepare for a broadcast that will be—

Abel: —sweet!

Alastor: —terribly entertaining.

Together: Welcome to SECOND–RADIO! Stay tuned!

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Alastor: Greetings Abel! Or should I say Hevel.

Abel: I see someone has been studying Hebrew. And please just stick to Abel no one has called me Hevel in years.

Alastor: Yes! I have some questions about your name.

Abel: Uh, okay? Like what?

Alastor: You’re Hebrew name is “Hevel” but when I looked up Lucifer’s name in Hebrew, I found out it’s “Helel.”

Abel: Yeah?

Alastor: that can’t be a coincidence, right?

Abel: They do sound the same and they do only have one ot different —

Alastor: *interrupts* Ot?

Abel: It’s the symbol of the sound. Like… how there are letters in the alphabet. Okay so you know how “Bell” and “Ball” are spelt similar but have one letter different and have different meanings?

Alastor: Yes.

Abel: Well it’s similar to that analogy. Helel and Hevel may look and sound similar in Hebrew, but they do NOT mean the same thing.

Alastor: Who would have thought your father was good at wordplay.

Abel: Sure sweetie, let’s go with that.

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Abel from the Hazbin Hotel season two trading cards.

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Abel: *playing peek a boo with Audrey*

Alastor: Hello my sweet little fawn~ and hello my little ram~

Abel: Good morning Alastor!

Alastor: I have a question for you my dear. When do you celebrate your birthday?

Abel: *blinks* My… birthday?

Alastor: Of course! You do have one, after all you was born!

Abel: I don’t celebrate my birthday.

Alastor: Why not?

Abel: I don’t know when it is. I mean. Calendars weren’t a thing back then. We didn’t have assigned dates as we do now.

Alastor: I suppose that’s fair. But you’ve never celebrated your own birth?

Abel: Nope. But I do know some humans made a feast named after me! Does that count?

Alastor: For the sake of this conversation, yes.

Abel: Yippee! *claps his have’s quietly as Audrey is still in front of him* Did you hear that Audi? Your Papa has a “birthday.”

Audrey: *has no idea what’s happening but giggles with her Papa*

Alastor: So what day is the celebration of your birth now?

Abel: On Earth, Catholics would celebrate “St. Abel’s Day” on January 2nd!

Alastor: *is stunned* Oh really? Interesting.

Abel: Why is that?

Alastor: My birthday is January 1st!

Abel: Awww a New Year’s Baby! That’s so cool!

Alastor: At least it’s easy to remember.

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i made jambalaya for the first time ever sunday night and it was really, really good

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I bet Alastor is an amazing chef ^^

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Abel: OH MY GOSH!! Alastor you must hear this! Audrey has said her first words!

Alastor: Already?! But she’s so young!

Audrey: Awo-oh-Awo-oh-Awo-oh-Awo-oh

Audrey has learned the skill: “make noise with mouth”

Alastor: Well those are certainly sounds she has learned to make.

Abel: It she adorable?!

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It's more of how you treated them that has every hellborn looking up to you, Abel.

Treating them like a person is pretty much enough to get them on your side.

Abel: Really?! Do the Sins and my Dad think so little of their own people?

Lucifer: Now to be fair… I created the Ars Goetia. The bird ones. And I don’t treat them poorly.

Alastor: No. They treat others poorly they outrank the majority of the Hellborn population.

Lucifer: Yeah well… I didn’t create the hierarchy! I just sit at the top of it!

Abel: *confused* Uh… papa? Didn’t you literally create hell?

Lucifer: Yeah. A mistake I’ve never been able to live down…

Abel: So that means everything and everyone here are you people. You should be more considerate.

Lucifer: Abel. My sweet innocent angel, you had only been down here for a year, you still don’t understand how things are ran down here. And much like sinners, Hellborns don’t really care about hierarchy. They give us the same amount of respect as sinners do your sister. And she’s nothing but sweet and giving!

Abel: They still deserve our attention and care…

Lucifer: You’re wasting your time Abel. Just… please believe me when I tell you to not bother them. They have their own lives and many have settled and have gotten used to it. No need to fix what isn’t broken.

Abel: *looks away, unsure* I can’t just ignore those who need help and I can do something about it.

Lucifer: *sighs* I hate to say this Abel. But if you anything to cause trouble or stir up any issues than it’s not me that you have to deal with. It’s the Sins. And not all of them even deal with their own subjects. Just, please don’t worry about it Abel. Okay?

Abel: *looks defeated* I won’t cause you trouble. I promise.

Lucifer: *smiles and hugs his son* That’s my boy.

Abel: *looks at Alastor over Lucifer’s shoulder, and seeing the disappointment in his smile and eyes made Abel feel worse*

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Husk: *At the bar, singing to himself after hours*

Abel: *overhears* Husk! I didn’t know you can sing!

Husk: *drops the glass, spooked* What the shit?!

Abel: Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! But you just gave me a really great idea!

Husk: Idea for what?

Abel: I wanna surprise Alastor with a nice dinner!

Husk: Okay? I’m not much of a cook.

Abel: Oh no no no! You wouldn’t be cooking.

Husk: Then.. what would I be doing?

Alastor steps into the dining room, expecting… well, nothing fancy. But his eyes immediately widen. Candlelight flickers over a small, elegantly set table. A faint aroma of rich sauces and fresh bread wafts through the air. Abel stands at the side, slightly flushed, nervously smoothing the tablecloth.

Alastor: *approaches* My goodness. This is very eloquent. But what is the occasion for?

Abel: No reason *quietly* I… I learned from Uncle Ozzie that love shouldn’t just be reserved for anniversaries or Valentine’s Day. It should be celebrated every single day.

Alastor: *softly, leaning closer* And you’re saying this to me… why?

Abel: *swallowing hard, eyes down* I want to… I want to be better at showing my love. At showing my appreciation. For everything you are… for everything you do.

Alastor’s usual grin softens into something warmer, more genuine. He kneels slightly, brushing his thumb over Abel’s hand.

Alastor: *voice low, tender* Mon cœur… that’s more than I could have hoped for.

They sit. Abel’s dinner is surprisingly elaborate—a perfect mix of dishes, each plated with care. Alastor tastes the first bite, and his usual theatrics melt into quiet admiration.

Alastor: *mouth full, almost whispering* You… you really outdid yourself.

Abel: *nervous laugh* I… I just wanted tonight to be special.

They eat, conversation flowing softly. Alastor, thinking the evening is winding down, leans back with a satisfied sigh.

Alastor: *playfully* Well, mon cher, I daresay the “date” is over.

Abel: *smiling, mischievous* Oh, no… not quite.

From the corner of the room, Husk grumbles, clearly annoyed at being involved. He lumbers over to the piano begins to play the opening notes of a song.

Husk: *singing, deep and resonant* “When I fall in love, it will be forever…”

Alastor freezes mid-breath, eyes flicking to Abel. Abel’s grin is shy but triumphant.

Alastor: *softly, voice thick with emotion* Our song…

Abel: *whispering* Our song…

They rise, moving close together, letting the music guide them. Alastor wraps his arms around Abel, drawing him into a slow, tender dance. Husk’s deep, soulful voice fills the room, carrying every note with warmth.

Alastor: *breathless, murmuring into Abel’s hair* You always know how to surprise me, mon cœur.

Abel: *nuzzling against him* I just… want every day with you to feel like this.

The music swells. Candles flicker. Husk continues, almost imperceptibly smiling at the sight, as Alastor and Abel sway together, lost in each other and in the song that began their life as a married couple.

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Alastor be honest, you enjoyed being in that chair. You rolled around in it and spinned yourself so much it looked like you had a lot of fun with that.

Alastor: I mean, you make do with whatever position you’re in.

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It's so cute how all the Hellborn seem to adore you Abel. You have become quite the celebrity.

Abel: *nervously* that’s really nice of you to say, but I don’t know why they view me as a celebrity. I mean, I do run a radio show with my husband, but like, as a prince? I don’t feel like I’ve done much. 

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Abel Morningstar, beloved champion of the people. We love to see it.

Reference to previous post

Abel: *shocked* Me? A champion? Oh no no no no! Of course not! *feels incredibly awkward* I’m just a guy! Really!

Alastor: My husband is so modest. It’s still utterly adorable. *walks over with Audrey in his arms* Mon Cher you do understand that as prince of hell you have a duty to your people now.

Abel: I do?! B-but I thought Charlie—

Alastor: She’s focusing on the sinners. Ironically enough she is Hellborn. She should be trying to get to the hearts of those who are like her… though I suppose no one is quite like her.

Abel: Yeah. Charlie is amazing.

Alastor: *sighs lightly* She does imminent a positive attitude in such a dreary place as Hell. Though she only focuses on Sinners. No one is helping those who are Hellborn.

Abel: *lowers his head* Yeah… that’s right. I feel bad not being able to do more for them.

Alastor: But you can.

Abel: Really? Do you really think I can be a voice for them? Even though I was born on Earth and had always been an arch angel.

Alastor: Well if a Hellborn Prince can inspire sinners to be better and redeem themselves, why can’t a Fallen Angel help those who truly need it?

Abel: *flustered but that logic does make sense* I… never thought of it like that.

Alastor: *grin widens* Trust me my dear. This won’t just benefit those born here, it’ll be beneficial to our daughter, who will one day wear a crown of her own. And she’ll have two positive role models to learn from.

Abel: *eyes start to water* Wow… thank you Alastor for saying that. I should step up! *hugs him and kisses his cheek* Thank you for being such a inspiration and supportive partner. I love you Alastor.

Alastor: *eyes soften* And I you…

Audrey: *starting to get fussy*

Alastor: Oh my. Looks like daddy’s little audio is raising her volume!

Abel: She’s probably hungry. Here. I can take her to get her bottle.

Alastor: *gently passes Audrey to his husband* Here you go. I’ll stay behind and tidy up a bit. Don’t want to leave the studio in such a mess!

Abel: *giggles* No of course not! I’ll see you downstairs! *leaves the studio booth with Audrey*

[second-radio]

* The spinning chair returns with more flowers for both Abel and Alastor*

Alastor: *a tad annoyed*

Abel: I… Why was it sent by a chair?

Alastor: I swear to — *groans* This has Vox written all over it

Abel: How?

Alastor: When I had willingly given myself over to Vox (before we even met) I was tied up in a rolling chair for days being rolled around, dragged to literally everything that bastard was doing.

Abel: Oh my. I’m sorry you went through all of that.

Alastor: Ya know it wasn’t that bad considering I thought he was going to do worse.

Abel: Worse?! Like what?!

Alastor: *whispers it in Abel’s ear*

Abel: *blinks but goes very quiet*

Meanwhile, at the V-Tower

Suddenly…

Abel: *barging in with righteous fury* VOX!!!

Vox: What the fuck?! Why are you here?!

Abel: I KNOW WAS YOU DID TO MY HUSBAND!

Vox: What?! I didn’t do anything to Alastor?!

Abel: *puts his exorcist helmet* BITCH YOU’RE GONNA PAY!!! 

Off to the side….

[second-radio]

Sorry about confusing you guys but there are other ways to prevent pregnancy through other methods.

Though you might want to make sure the condom isn’t punctured next time.

Abel: My bad… I should have noticed…

Alastor: *hugs Abel* Darling, you are fine. We just have to be more prepared for the next time.

Abel: Okay 🥹

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Charlie.. You pinned the protection on the wrong place.. It had a hole and it was torn.. Yeah. You kinda screwed up.

Charlie: Oh shit… I did… I’ll have to apologize for giving them a pierced condom. Hopefully that didn’t use it…

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Oh goddamnit Charlie!!

Abel, you and Alastor are gonna have to get plan B before you become pregnant again.

Abel and Alastor: *blink in unison* What’s Plan B?

Later the next day…

Belphegor: *looks at the two demons and sighs* Okay… so are trying to be responsible adults. I congratulate you both on that. However you both should know the different kinds of birth control are…

Alastor: To be fair. This “Plan B” drug wasn’t around in my time.

Belphegor: It’s 2026! Not 1926! Learn about modern tech and *yawns* be safer next time.

Abel: Oh my… we’re sorry to both you Auntie Belle. Is everything okay?

Belphegor: I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped. But your damn dads won’t let me sleep.

Abel: Huh?? Why are they bothering you?

Belphegor: *eyes widen* Oh well… Lu-Lu is uh… how do you say… wanting to “get the gang back together.”

The two men were very confused.

Alastor: *holds his hands up* not going to ask. Not our circus.

Abel: ??? Why is everyone talking in code today? 😭

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*face palms*

Goddammit, Charlie.

Charlie: What?? I gave them protection!

Vaggi: …welp… this place might as well be a daycare center now…