Possessing the body of an adult, having adult responsibilities, committing cruel acts of murder with what seemed to be no remorse and knowing it was wrong.
Yet…having the priorities of a child, the stubbornness of one, the needs, the emotional intelligence and need for others to give him attention…
Well, it was a bit of an understatement; he was a child.
He did develop skills he needed for adulthood – like reading and writing – but he…just never quite grew up.
He felt like a child before his death, had childish motivations for power in Hell, and it concluded in an odd curse. When he entered Hell, he wasn’t a grown up, he was a child.
And having all the power he wanted at his fingertips at this age, he went on an absolute spree! Everyone was terrified of him! Terrified of a toddler no less! How hilarious!
And it meant every overlord he slaughtered was a new thing to play with! Mama always taught him to not play with his food, but she wasn’t here to tell him off!
He liked playing with his food… It was good… He felt happy!
Rosie did eventually take him off the air when the exterminations started. If you asked her what that experience was like, she’d tell you about how he threw a massive tantrum and went to bed early the first night.
And she eventually sent him off to the Hazbin Hotel so she’d have more time to tend to her business and wanting to help Charlie after Allie told her all about the picture box show.
Unfortunately, he convinced the hotel he was an adult and not here just to be babysat.
That was technically how he got a job there; being a host at the hotel.
But it sucked! He didn’t like it! He wanted entertainment and playtime every day, not a job!
Then…then came Adam.
Adam tore up his chest, leaving him in constant aching pain. It made it a lot harder to mask his headspace and people noticed his more childish tendencies.
In fact, he remembered when somebody saw him curled on the couch, sucking his thumb.
Then he let himself be captured by Vox.
It…affected him more than he’d like to admit.
And he almost died due to Vox trying to blow him up and his shark biting his arm.
That ended up being his final straw and Alastor couldn’t help but give in and let himself entirely collapse.
He sobbed like Hell.
When Rosie found him, she quickly patched up his arm and gave it a kiss, confused why nobody had come to help him.
He admitted that he never told the Hotel residents about his true headspace.
She scolded him and promised she’d just tell them herself.
Then, she helped destroy The Might of Lilith™ with help from Alastor.
Then Rosie told Vaggi and Charlie and Charlie told the rest of the crew.
He…
He was fucked.
…
Goddammit…
Rosie then fixed up his staff, scolding him again and limiting the capabilities of it…
And then they went home.
…
But things weren’t as bad as he expected.
The hotel ended up shutting down for 7 days, mostly to let Cherri and Husk have some time to themselves and let Lucifer recover from his wounds, but also to help Alastor settle in again.
Vaggi and Charlie had brought him to his bedroom, sat him down and explained to him that he wasn’t an employee anymore.
He was…quite surprised at that information! Somewhat pleased too!
But he wasn’t an employee because he was too young to work, yet he was still required to stay at the hotel. They said he could either help out with tasks during the daytime, partake in the redemption activities or play in his room alone.
And because he wasn’t an employee, he wouldn’t be getting paid. Although, Charlie promised she’d give him these…chocolate peanut colourful things if he did a good job.
Bribery at the finest.
And those few days were absolutely brilliant!
It…it felt…comforting.
He had also remembered Charlie doing an activity with Cherri and Husk earlier about a memory box for Angel and Charlie commonly helping Lucifer back onto his feet and making sure he was okay… It made him envious! He wanted that attention!
...
Sigh.
Alastor also had a small area set up, just under the stairs [also meaning he crawled from one side to the other a lot] and certainly not nearby any common resident. It had a small rug—named Willow, with plant and bug designs on it—which stood at the end closer Husk's bar usually and some pillows Alastor stole from the couches.
And during the week period, Charlie and him had gone through some of her baby stuff [With Lucifer’s permission, though he didn’t entirely realize it was for Allie.] and gotten him some books and a few random stuffed toys.
Though, it seemed he liked the old toys; whilst Alastor would never admit it, he was constantly cuddling them whenever he went to sleep. Goodness, the boy was quite a snugglebug.
However, as much as everyone wanted to believe this was a positive change for them, there were plenty of issues:
Alastor was incredibly apprehensive to the changes being made. To him, he felt extremely out of control and as if he was being stripped of everything that brought him power.
And he hated that he had to still stay there after everyone had witnessed him sobbing.
What would they think?
Another problem was that Allie was heavily suspected to be a driving force in why the carpets were dirty almost constantly.
You see, he had multiple fits of frustration, a tantrum you could say, and was usually too focused on proving his point to notice anything else that was happened.
It led to…an unsavory accident in front of Vaggi as he tried to argue he didn’t need this new care.
Because of that, Alastor finally allowed himself to be padded, but with the condition that the diapers had to be red or with some radio design [perhaps a deer design if he approved it] and that they had to be comfy and discrete.
As previously mentioned, he also had multiple emotional outbursts due to being overwhelmed at wanting to make himself appear pitch perfect and getting overwhelmed by being teased and mocked, either by others or his own thoughts.
Although, with affection and apologies, it never escalated to everything extreme, just him needing some time alone.
Soon, the week was up and the owners started to slowly let people in again. Another week passed, guests slowly piling in until it was all full again.
With the second week span, the staff (and Alastor) had managed to get themselves back into their daily routine, although having to be flexible as Allie had essentially become the hotel’s unruly child and did require care and attention.
But hey, it’s not like it was an entire nightmare, just difficult in various other areas.
And Alastor felt reassured again that he had a menacing presence over Sinners still, even if he now lived in a childish manner.
He was incredibly happy to know that no Sinner DARE question why his trousers seemed stiffer than before or why his suit jingled about as if there was something in it.
…
He was also glad that Charlie rarely ever questioned why he snuck into her bed for his naps.
another note for this AU which isn't entirely linked to the plot of this;
Charlie didn't fucking force Angel to do the "Speedrun to Redemption" song. She suggested it, Angel refused, so she was planning to try and do it herself then Husk decided to step up [since he was encouraging Angel to do it, I chose him to be the guinea pig]
#project hail mary
#heated rivalry
