Helluva Hazbin: Story Time
Note: For @weapon13whitefang and @phoenixmstr because I thought it was cute. Mild AU given Al has (half) siblings here.
Parenthood had been a journey Alastor hadn't expected. Romance even moreso. Tinny static crackled down the hall, morphing into childish cries. The Radio Demon felt a hand nudge his chest.
"Your turn Red," Barbie Wire mumbled. "Gimme...5 more minutes and I'll get the coffee started."
Alastor rose from the bed, tugging on a crimson smoking jacket.
"You're too good to me, dearest."
Barbie merely grunted in reply, instinctively moving into the spot Alastor had just abandoned. Alastor walked out of the room and to the door emblazoned with an imp skull crowned with deer antlers. Orson's room. The infant imp looked to him with watery feline eyes and sniffled.
"Papa!"
Now decently settled into routine with the boy, Alastor picked him up, humming an old Cajun folk song from his mortal days.
"Papa's got you, Orson. What's wrong, mon peitie? No tears on Papa's watch, no sir!"
Orson simply snuggled into his adoptive father's side as Alastor sat in an overstuffed arm chair, small shrieks and cries emanating from the child akin to Alastor's own radio chatter. He'd had a nightmare.
"I know what will bring that handsome smile back!" the Radio Demon exclaimed. "Once upon a time there was a princess and a sorcerer. The princess was the fairiest in the land and the sorcerer's best friend. However, the sorcerer had also been friends with a great monster."
Orson cooed in interest and suddenly became fascinated with Alastor's wedding ring, turning the band on his finger like a toy.
"This was the sorcerer's greatest mistake, as the monster hunted him down and fed him to his monstrous hounds! He was no longer able to protect his sister or his young nephews. And so he waited. Biding his time. Fifty five years, I waited to avenge your auntie's death. I have yet to figure out what to do with the rest of him....perhaps I shall give your mother a new alligator demon skin coat for her birthday. And some bone knives."
Barbie, wearing Alastor's shirt and clutching a cup of coffee in each hand, shook her head.
"See, now, you just ruined the surprise, babe."
Alastor looked up, his ever present grin widening.
"Hello, mon coeur."
"If you're going to trauma dump, don't frame it as a fairytale for our son please."
Orson's eyes lit up as his mother approached, handing his father a cup of coffee.
"Mama!"
"There's my handsome little devil. No more nightmares, okay?"
The child emitted happy radio chatter, sucking on the fork of his tail. Judging from the clamor coming from the lobby, the rest of the hotel was up for breakfast.
A moment's peace in the Happy Hotel was never long enough
