This Hazbin Hotel collage is of Alastor and Abel, even though Alastor has no love for angels and was hurt by Adam, some people have been shipping them before the season two aired.
From what I can tell the ship has been called MarchingRadio, but if you have any ideas on what its other ship titles could be, please share them in the comments.
I would like to put this on record that I learned this fact AFTER making this blog and started shipping these two.
Taken from Wikipedia:
In the Book of Enoch (22:7), regarded by most Christian and Jewish traditions as extra-biblical, the soul of Abel is described as having been appointed as the chief of martyrs, crying for vengeance, for the destruction of the seed of Cain. A similar view is later shown in the Testament of Abraham (A:13 / B:11), where Abel has been raised to the position as the judge of the souls.
Abel crying for revenge?!
And what does Alastor’s name mean again?
The name Alastor is of ancient Greek origin and primarily means "avenger" or "avenging spirit". It was the name for a vengeful deity or demon that punished familial crimes, a concept tied to the Greek word alástōr (ἀλάστωρ) meaning "unforgettable" or "not to be forgotten".
Again, I swear I didn’t plan this but my god it’s getting me in the writing mood!!!
I think Abel is gonna need some time to process the SHIT TON OF INFO JUST DROPPED ON HIM.
The scream tears through the entire Hazbin Hotel—shrill, unholy, echoing off every wall like someone was being murdered by a lawnmower. Everyone freezes mid-task.
Lucifer: *drops his coffee, wings puffing out* Abel?!
Adam: *already sprinting* THAT WAS HIM, MOVE!!!
Alastor: *teleports and materializes halfway down the hall, fur on end* ABEL?!
Charlie: *jumps out of her seat* Oh my gosh—Dad? Adam?! Alastor?! What—?!
Vaggi: *grabs her spear* Sounded like someone got vivisected!
Husk: *startled, drops three bottles* WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT—
Niffty: *skittering at mach speed* SOMEONE’S DYING AND I WANNA SEE IT!!
Baxter: *pokes head out of a lab room, goggles lifted* That decibel level suggests catastrophic bodily harm— *adjusts glasses* Interesting.
They all converge on the tiny medical clinic at once, nearly slamming into each other in the doorway.
Inside, Belphegor is crouched over Abel—who is flat on his back on the exam bed, unconscious, limp as a ragdoll. She’s casually fanning him with a clipboard like this is Tuesday.
Belphegor: *deadpan* Oh good. You’re all here. He fainted.
Lucifer: *panicked, rushing in* FAINTED?! WHY?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BABY?!
Adam: *shoves in beside him* MOVE—LET ME SEE HIM—HE’S MY BABY TOO!!
Alastor: *voice cracking, eyes wide* Is he breathing?! Is he harmed!? What happened?!
Belphegor: *blinks* He’s fine. Neurogenic faint. Very dramatic. Would’ve been funnier if he didn’t almost take out my equipment on the way down.
Charlie: *hovering worriedly* Auntie Bel, what did you tell him?
Vaggi: *arms crossed, glaring* Yeah, what exactly made him scream like a banshee?
Niffty: *immediately pulls out baby socks she knitted years ago for no reason* OH MY GOSH A BABY!!
Belphegor: *still fanning Abel* Don’t get ahead of yourselves. He only passed out for about fifteen seconds. He’ll wake up again in a minute and probably scream some more. Standard reaction.
Lucifer: *kneeling, strokes Abel’s hair with trembling hands* My poor baby boy…
Adam: *kneels on the other side, shaking* He’s not even awake and I’m already stressed!!
Alastor: *hands shaking behind his back, smile rigid, voice thin* …I believe I will also be fainting shortly *falls back and faints*
Alastor jolts awake on the clinic floor with a sharp inhale, red eyes snapping open. His antlers twitch as he sits up, disoriented.
Alastor: *groggy, rubbing his head* …Good heavens… did I swoon? *looks around—then freezes*
Abel is sitting on the exam table, knees to chest, silent… stone still… and absolutely terrified.
Lucifer and Adam stand in front of him like hellhounds guarding a treasure—both unleashing matching death glares at Alastor sharp enough to flay a demon alive.*
Adam: *voice low, dangerous* You.
Lucifer: *holding Abel close, wings wrapped protectively* If you hurt him, I swear—
Alastor: *soft stammer, utterly lost* What? What did I…?
Before he can finish, Abel’s breath shudders, then crumples. Tears spill over instantly.
Abel: *voice cracking* I—I don’t— I don’t know how— *he sobs* I don’t know how this happened!
Niffty: It’s obvious how it happened… *she pulls out her journal and shows them fanart of Abel and Alastor kissing* IT’S LIKE MY FANART BUT BETTER!!!
Husk: *mutters* Fan art aside, you should know how babies are created ya know. We know you’re innocent but clearly —
Adam: *instantly grabs him by the shoulder* You are what Abel?
Abel: *voice breaking* A virgin! I’m a virgin! We—we were going to wait—
The whole room falls silent again.
Alastor’s smile dies. His pupils shrink to pinpricks. For a split second, his expression fractures—rage, betrayal, incomprehension all flare across his face. Something feral and wounded ripples under his skin.
Alastor: *whispers, trembling* …You must be lying.
Abel looks up—and sees it.
That look.
That same twisted, murderous spark he saw in Cain’s eyes the moment before the rock fell.
Abel: *instantly flinches away, body curling in on itself, breath hitching with sheer panic, his voice tiny, terrified whisper* Al… P-Please… don’t…
Adam: *steps forward, fists already glowing with holy fury* ROUND TWO, YOU SON OF A—
Lucifer: *tightens his grip on Abel, desperate* ENOUGH! Don’t make him more scared!
Before anyone can explode, Belphegor snaps her clipboard loudly.
Belphegor: *flat, loud* STOP. *she points at Abel* He’s telling the truth. He’s still a virgin. And this child wasn’t conceived the… normal way.
Everyone stares at her.
Alastor: *frozen* …Pardon?
Adam: *blinks* …Come again?
Lucifer: *holds Abel tighter* Explain. Now.
Belphegor: *unbothered* His bloodwork shows an extremely high concentration of dark magic. Potent, invasive, transformative. He must have come into direct contact with a source of corrupted magic. Ingested it, even.
Alastor and Abel both pale. Slowly turning to look at each other.
Alastor: *soft, horrified* …My wound…
Abel: *breath hitching* …I… I healed you… I was licking the blood…
Belphegor: *nods* And your body absorbed it. That was the catalyst.
The room erupts.
Adam: WHAT?!
Lucifer: *screaming* HE WHAT?!
Husk: That’s metal.
Niffty: BABY FROM BLOOD MAGIC—CUTE!!
Alastor: *collapsing to his knees, hands shaking* Blood magic? My magic? *looks at Abel with genuine disbelief and fear* Abel…Mon cœur… I—I did this to you?
Abel: *stares at him—still scared, still trembling—but also heartbroken.* I—I didn’t know… I just wanted to save you…
Alastor rises slowly from the floor, hands trembling so violently he can barely steady them. His voice breaks as he takes a hesitant step toward Abel.
Alastor: *soft, shattered* Cher… please… let me—
Adam instantly steps between them like a brick wall, hand slamming onto Alastor’s chest and shoving him back.
Adam: *snarling* NOT. ONE. STEP.
Alastor stumbles, shock washing across his face. He tries to look past Adam—but Abel is trembling, eyes glossy with terror, tears running down both cheeks.
He isn’t looking away from Alastor, but he isn’t moving toward him, either.
Abel: *small, shaking* A-Alastor… I…
His breath catches painfully. More tears spill. He’s terrified—of what happened, of what it means, and of the memory that flashed when he saw that expression.
And Alastor sees all of it.
The realization guts him.
Alastor: *voice cracking, barely a whisper* …I frightened you.
Lucifer doesn’t wait another second. He sweeps in and unfurls his massive wings—pure white edged in gold—shielding Abel entirely from view, wrapping around him like a protective cocoon.
Lucifer: *low, dangerous* You will keep your distance until he is calm. He does not feel safe near you right now.
