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Page 2 of my omega!Alastor comic.

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seven years without worship | radiostatic

Author: dump_sku (aka me!) Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Ship: Alastor/Vox Rating: E Word Count: 18,228 Status: Ongoing (twoshot)

Important tags: canon divergence, post-season 1, pre-season 2, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, alpha Vox, omega Alastor, top Vox, bottom Alastor, Alastor has a vagina, internalized acephobia, sex used as self-harm, Alastor has self-destructive habits, light dubcon elements, Alastor and Vox have a history (there are more tags, so please be sure to check them!)

Summary: Seventy years was a lot of time for anger to build. Seven years was enough time to forget all that was good. Despite a lifetime's worth of anger, hurt, betrayal, and resentment, Vox, the loyal dog that he was, answered Alastor's call every year without fail.

Or, back during a friendlier time, Vox and Alastor established a pact: with no strings attached, Alastor is to call out to Vox during his heat for some...assistance. Now back from his sudden disappearance, though, something in the Radio Demon has changed, and this heat is nothing like the rest.

Link: Here

Note: It's tagged as both radiostatic and radiosilence because it's kinda ambiguous which way it leans. To me, it's both.

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Day 2 One bed applemedia week 2024

Vox couldn’t believe it. He was locked in a room with the King of Hell, Lucifer, and his former best friend, Alastor. And the worst part? There was only one bed.

"Charlie, darling, unlock this door," Lucifer asked his daughter, trying to maintain his composure while Alastor looked positively furious.

"Sorry, Dad," Charlie replied from the other side of the door. "I’m doing this for your well-being. There’s food and drinks in there, and there’s also a chair to sit on. But you all need to learn how to get along. Mr. Vox keeps coming here to start fights, Alastor fights with both of you, and you fight with Vox and Alastor. So I made sure you can’t kill each other in this room."

Lucifer sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to process the situation. Vox was leaning against the wall, glaring at Alastor, who was doing his best to ignore both of them.

"Great," Vox muttered. "Just great. Locked in here with you two."

Alastor crossed his arms, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "I’m not thrilled about this either, believe me."

Lucifer shook his head, finally sitting down in the chair Charlie had mentioned. "Well, we might as well make the best of this. At least we have food and drinks."

Alastor huffed, clearly still irritated. "Fine, but I’m not sharing the bed."

Lucifer and Vox exchanged glances, a rare moment of agreement between them. "Agreed," they both said.

Hours passed, with the three of them awkwardly avoiding conversation. As night fell, the tension in the room seemed to grow thicker.

"Look," Lucifer finally said, breaking the silence. "Charlie’s right. We need to find a way to coexist. We’re not getting out of here until we do."

Vox rolled his eyes. "And how do you suggest we do that, oh mighty King of Hell?"

Lucifer gave him a steely look. "By not killing each other for starters."

Alastor sighed, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Fine. Let’s talk. Get whatever grievances we have out in the open."

It didn't work. They started blaming each other—Vox for flirting with Alastor, Alastor for leaving Vox, Lucifer for being a deadbeat dad, Alastor for trying to replace Lucifer as Charlie's dad, Vox for trying to take away Lucifer's enemy that is Alastor, and Lucifer for trying to take away Vox's enemy that is Alastor. The argument devolved into who Alastor hated more.

Alastor rolled his eyes and then stopped when he remembered his heat was coming soon. He was screwed, his eyes darting between the Alphas. He truly was screwed in both ways. Charlie was going to get a sibling. No one knew about this; he kept quiet because he was not only a male omega but one of the very few who could carry a fawn. He was a prize. He was going to get fucked and marked tonight. He started to shiver and slid down the wall, bleating.

"Shit," he thought, trying to pull himself together. He had to fight this before they noticed. He looked up. Shit. The King and the TV demon were fighting over him now. Then they stopped, all at once, and started grinning at each other. Alastor was shaking as they walked towards him, putting their arms around him.

"Shh," Lucifer said softly.

Vox then added, "We're not going to hurt you. Let us help you."

Alastor growled at both of them, but Lucifer and Vox both glanced at each other before saying in unison with their Alpha voices, "Behave yourself, omega."

Alastor stiffened. His eyes glazed over, then shifted to give off more of a doe-like appearance. Vox smirked, and Lucifer picked Alastor up, carrying him to the bed.

Lucifer then said, "You're going to be a good omega and let us help you."

Alastor nodded. Vox looked for things that could be used for a nest. He went into the bathroom and grabbed the towels while Lucifer went into the closet for blankets.

"Well, Charlie wanted us to get along. We're getting along. She's also going to get a new father and a mother," Lucifer grinned to himself. There was plenty of food and drinks to last for a year. His kid had made a little home. His little omega was still on the bed, back to normal and looking pissed.

Alastor was fuming. How dare they? He couldn't move off the bed; he had to listen. He was going into heat, and two Alphas had sped it up. Lucifer walked over and set the blankets on the floor.

"Here you are, my love. You can start making your nest."

Vox came running with towels and threw them on the blankets.

Alastor growled out, "You better not have grabbed all of them."

Vox grinned and said, "No, I left enough so we can clean you up later, my dear. So don't worry about a thing. Let us Alphas worry about taking care of you from now on."

Alastor snapped at them, "I don't need your fucking care or anything from you. Leave me alone."

Vox and Lucifer both shushed him and said, "It's okay. Calm down. There is no reason to be upset. Preheat is always hard. You're just mad that we didn't notice."

Alastor glared at them, trying to control his breathing. The situation was spiraling out of his control, and he hated it. The dominant presence of the Alphas was overwhelming, and his body was betraying him, responding to their proximity and authority.

"Just… stay away from me," Alastor hissed, his voice trembling slightly.

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a look, their expressions softening slightly. They seemed to understand the vulnerability Alastor was feeling.

"We're not going anywhere," Lucifer said gently. "But we won't push you. Just let us know if you need anything."

Alastor didn't respond, turning his back to them and curling up on the bed. He was determined to maintain some semblance of control, even as his body prepared for the inevitable.

Alastor’s mind raced as he lay on the bed, trying to block out the reality of his situation. The room felt stifling, the presence of the two Alphas overwhelming. He clenched his fists, attempting to steady his breathing and keep his thoughts clear. His body, however, had other ideas.

Vox and Lucifer quietly set about organizing the room, creating a makeshift nest. The rustling of towels and blankets was oddly soothing, a contrast to the turmoil in Alastor’s mind. He could sense their movements, their intent, and it made his skin crawl and heat at the same time.

Lucifer’s voice broke the silence, gentle but firm. “Alastor, we’re here to help you. Fighting this will only make it harder on yourself.”

Vox nodded, his usual arrogance tempered by an unusual softness. “We’re not your enemies, Alastor. Not tonight.”

Alastor’s breath hitched, his resolve wavering. His instincts were at war with his pride, his need for control battling his body's needs. He wanted to curse them, to push them away, but the truth was, he couldn’t. He needed them.

“Fine,” he muttered, barely audible. “Just… don’t make this worse.”

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. They approached the bed slowly, as if not to spook him.

Lucifer reached out, his hand brushing Alastor’s hair back gently. “We’ll take care of you. Just trust us.”

Alastor’s body betrayed him, leaning into the touch despite his mind’s protests. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation rather than the overwhelming reality of his situation.

Vox sat beside him, his hand resting on Alastor’s back, a warm, steadying presence. “You’re safe with us. We’ll make sure of it.”

Alastor’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Vox’s. There was a sincerity there that he hadn’t expected, a promise of safety and care. It was enough to tip the balance, his body finally surrendering to the inevitable.

The rest of the night was a blur of sensations and emotions. Alastor’s heat took over, his body responding to the Alphas with a desperation that both frightened and exhilarated him. Lucifer and Vox were careful, their touches firm yet gentle, their voices soothing as they guided him through the ordeal.

By the time the first light of dawn began to filter into the room, Alastor was spent, his body and mind exhausted. He lay between Lucifer and Vox, their bodies a protective barrier around him. For the first time in a long while, he felt a sense of peace, a strange contentment in the midst of his chaotic life.

Lucifer brushed a kiss to his temple, murmuring softly, “Rest, Alastor. We’re here.”

Vox’s arm tightened around his waist, a silent promise of protection. “We’ve got you.”

As he drifted off to sleep, Alastor allowed himself to believe it, if only for a moment. In the safety of their embrace, he found a sliver of solace, a brief respite from the constant battles. And for now, that was enough.