Alastor's Radio Show

[Independent Hazbin Hotel RP Blog. 18+ due to adult themes and triggering content.]

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Ben liked the way the other's arms felt around him; people had barely touched him when he was alive and it was even less common now he was in Hell. Usually it was just these secret meetings in one of their rooms where he could press into the person everyone was scared of and forget where he was for a few minutes.

Then the Radio Demon's tone shifted and he paused, his tail wrapping around his waist as it often did when he was uncomfortable. "No..?" He mumbled as he lifted his eyes uncertainly to Alastor's. "Doesn't Charlie tell you everything? If she'd found something out... Then... Then she would have told you." The fox tried to take a step back but it wasn't possible unless Alastor allowed it. "Not everyone."

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Alastor is used to being feared, and he enjoys it. Enjoys the power that comes with it. That he can use it to get what he wants. But there are a few souls he does enjoy the company of and that he would never want to look at him with fear, and he definitely doesn’t like that look on Ben, of the way he draws into himself or how he tries to pull away. There’s a pang in his chest at this sight, and his arms are quick to drop down to his sides as he steps back, head half turning away from him, ears flattening against his head and there’s the barest ghost of a smile remaining on his lips.

“Of course, of course,” Alastor waves a hand like he’s trying to wave off a little misunderstanding, and he turns back towards him, ears back up, as he gives Ben one of his signature smiles, but there’s still a slight bend in his brow that suggests worry. That suggests he’s feeling his own kind of fear, that fear being that Ben would leave and never come back. “I thought perhaps you or Marcus may have simply overheard Charlie mention something on the subject.” He turns toward his dining table, and set atop it is a chess board all laid out. “I thought perhaps you might like to try a different diversion tonight,” he tells him. “Do you know how to play?”

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"But... What if Charlie figured out a way for everyone to go together?" He asked quietly as he tucked his head under Alastor's chin, his ears pinning against the back of his head as he let out a low whine seemingly against his will. Sometimes it was just too hard to control the instincts that came with this form.

"This place- it's not really that bad." He pointed out. And it wasn't; not in the hotel anyway. Ben had never really been out properly in hell without Alastor and people generally gave them a wide berth. "I'd stay here. I just want you to be happy."

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His arms tighten around Ben. Was he selfish enough to keep Ben here with him, even if it wasn’t the best place for him. He was selfish enough to want it, and even admit he wanted it, but it didn’t—as much as he might wish it was so—sound like Ben wanted to stay here. While they were becoming…close, were they close enough for Ben to forego his own happiness. Alastor should point this out to him, push him to figure out what he wanted, but perhaps he was scared of what answer he would be given, so instead, he focused on the other subject Ben had brought up.

One of his eyebrows arches. “Has Charlie figured out a way to get everyone to heaven?” It would certainly be news to him if she had figured such a thing out, and he couldn’t imagine her achieving this without making some sort of deal. “Ben,” his voice dripping with an artificial sweetness, “Do you know something I don’t?” Alastor asks, pulling back so he could gaze down at his little fox.

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Seeing his mother again would be the only thing that would've tempted him to redeem himself, but being here was where he belonged. There was no changing who and what he was, and he enjoyed Hell. It was liberating. Here he didn’t have to hide the darker parts of himself. And now, with Ben, he had even more reason to stay.

Wrapping his arms around the fox and he draws him closer, “No, my little kit, I am not looking to be redeemed. I can’t imagine Heaven could be called such for me if you weren’t there.”

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What if Alastor yawned like a cat...

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Hazbin Hotel - Alastor Prequel Comic (”The Radio Demon”/”A Day in the After Life”)

Mirroring from the main Hazbin Hotel website in case the site goes down for some reason, and also to keep track of what was posted when (and thus when it became canon). Go read it on the original site. First page here.

Comic originally posted 19 October 2020.

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Smoll Starter Call

Like for a smoll starter from Alastor(and if you'd like the starter to be from his Serial Killer verse, please leave a comment).

Multi's please specify muse!

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@xradiodemonx liked this for a starter (or I'm assuming it was for Alastor :D)

Marcus had been atop the table, leaning over his latest construct as he listened to Ben's suggestions on the best way to reroute the power for higher stabilisation. To keep himself balanced, his white-tipped tail had stretched out subconsciously so that it was more obvious that its usual, sleek position wrapped around his waist.

The feeling of something brushing against him tore his focus from his work and an irritatingly animalistic snarl slipped through his lips as he turned to grab ahold of the Radio Demon. "Touch my tail again and I'll cut your fucking fingers off. I said you could observe. Do you know what that word means, genius?"

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There was no real interest on his part for what Marcus was doing. But the fox had become his favorite resident to toy with, and he knew it bothered him to have someone look over his shoulder, so of course he just had to watch what he was doing. This was all fine until that tail of his started to get a little to close to his face for comfort and used the back of his hand to sweep it aside.

Like Marcus, Alastor also did not like being touched, despite him having no issue getting into other people's personal space. When the foxes hands grasp him, his lips pull back into a smile that's more threatening than friendly. His head snaps to the side making his neck bend at an unnatural angle, and his eyes widen iris's becoming a set of red, radio dials. "Brushing away your tail to keep it out of my way and from touching me, I think, hardly constitutes this kind of treatment," he said, the filter on his voice more pronounced. "But if you don't let me go now, you'll lose more than a few fingers."

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Serial Killer Verse

Year: 1924-1933 Age: 25-34 Fc: Assad Zaman Alastor lives in New Orleans, working as a popular radio show host for a local jazz station. With NOLA as his playground, he enjoys the party scene, frequenting jazz clubs where he drinks, dances, and enjoys the companionship of his "friends" until the early morning hours.

Unbeknownst to anyone, he hunts and kills those he views as highly immoral, but may also kill anyone who crosses him or harm his friends.

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I didn’t mean to make a part two to this but my hand slipped

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Alternate ending (sorry I’m so stupid)

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Did not think I’d make a part 3, think this is the end of this haha