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Is not as long as I hoped, but in any case... Enjoy the reading!
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In the depths of Hell, where the damned roamed and the screams of the tormented echoed through the twisted streets, stood the Hazbin Hotel. The building was a stark contrast to its surroundings, with its pristine white walls and elegant architecture. Within its walls, Alastor, the infamous radio demon, sat in his grand armchair, his smile as wide as ever as he listened to the chaotic symphony of the damned while he drank some coffee.
Suddenly, the doors of the hotel swung open, and a figure stepped inside, her presence shrouded in an aura of unease. Alastor's smile widened at the sight of his beloved wife, _____, but she couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine at the intensity of his gaze.
"_____ , my dear, what a pleasant surprise," Alastor purred, rising from his seat and gliding towards her. "What brings you here in such a hurry?"
"I...I need your help, Alastor, I-" _____ replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Before Alastor could respond, a group of demons burst into the lobby, their eyes filled with malice as they approached the couple. The demons were a motley crew, with twisted horns, jagged teeth, and eyes that glowed with an otherworldly light.
One demon, larger and more menacing than the rest, stepped forward, a cruel grin on his face. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Looks like we've found her, our little treat."
"Yeah, a pretty little thing like her will fetch a nice price in the market," another demon chuckled, licking its lips eagerly.
"She's too good for the market. We should have some fun with her first," a third demon leered, reaching out to grab _____'s arm.
Alastor's rage boiled over at the sight of his wife being threatened. He stood up, his eyes blazing with fury, and his smile twisted into a snarl.
"How dare you touch her!" he roared, his voice echoing through the lobby. "You will pay for your insolence!"
With an enraged howl that pierced the very soul of the lobby, he leaped upon the demons with unbridled fury, his body a whirlwind of savagery and bloodletting. Limbs flew like discarded limp noodles as he tore into their flesh, leaving trails of crimson mayhem in his wake. The air reverberated with agonized cries, while the once-pristine lobby now bore witness to a macabre tapestry of gory splatter and dismemberment.
When the chaos subsided, the demons lay defeated at Alastor's feet, their bodies broken and bloodied. Alastor, smiling wider, turned to _____, his eyes softening at the sight of her trembling form.
"Are you hurt, my dear?" Alastor asked, his voice gentle now, filled with genuine concern._____ shook her head, her eyes wide with shock. "I...I'm fine, Alastor."
I'm bonded with a monster...
"What happened before these wretched fiends entered, my dear?" Alastor inquired, his tone still gentle but with a hint of curiosity.
_____ hesitated, unsure of how to explain the situation without upsetting Alastor further. "I...I was just walking through the streets, trying to clear my head," she began, choosing her words carefully. "I think they must have seen me and...and followed me here, since they know I'm with you, they might wanted to..."
Alastor's expression darkened at the thought of someone daring to lay a hand on his wife. "I see," he replied, his voice low and menacing. "Rest assured, my dear, I will not let anyone harm you. As I vowed to you, I will protect you at all costs."
Despite her unease at Alastor's behavior, _____ felt a pang of gratitude towards her husband. He may be overprotective and possessive, but he had just saved her life again, and for that, she was thankful.
As the night wore on, _____ found herself unable to sleep, her mind still reeling from the events of the evening. Sensing her restlessness, Alastor approached her, his smile gentle and reassuring.
"My dear, it seems to me that you are having trouble with your sleep." He sat beside her and started to stroke her head, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone known for his brutality.
Though his hands are full of blood.
"Sleep now, my dear," Alastor whispered, his smile bigger. "I will watch over you, and no harm shall come to you."
"Won't you get ready for sleep too?" She asked "You look tired..."
"I will... later," Alastor said, looking at her with loving crimson eyes "Sleep well, mon amour"
"Thanks, Al... I love you" _____ felt a wave of comfort wash over her as she drifted off to sleep, knowing that for tonight, at least, she was safe in the arms of her beloved husband. The events of the day melted away as she relaxed into his comforting presence, her worries fading into the background. The gentle rhythm of his breathing soon lulled her into a peaceful slumber, the warmth of his embrace a soothing balm to her troubled mind.
As soon as she fell asleep, Alastor sighed.
"As long as you are with me, my dear, I will never let anyone or anything harm you. You are mine, and I will protect you, even if it means...
