Mysterious and Dangerous | Alastor | Hazbin Hotel

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For the years you've been in Hell you've learned a lot of things, most of which you had to learn by force in order to survive another day in the inferno of suffering itself, you've met many demons, most of which are either wanting you dead or wanting to steal from you. Those are the most common you'd meet, your hope of finding kind demons? Ridiculous, as if there was anyone nice in this place, that thought of meeting one sounded almost impossible. All the dinizens valued their freedom here, no rules, nobody to say no to their crazy desires, they're already dead and even if their sinful actions mattered nobody cared.

With this knowledge you realized another thing, it was everyone for themselves, nobody would help you even if you begged for it, unless you have something that'll peek their interest. Like tons of cash, valuable items, or.. just having you for a night.

That made you shiver in disgust as you walked along the streets, you've been in Hell for three years now, you were a part Wolf demon with (H/C) ears and tail, your nails were sharp black claws and your eyes were black and (E/C). Aside from your appearance you also have the heightened senses of one, amazing sense of smell and hearing, also having great speed and strength.

If that wasn't good enough, you even had powers, similar to an Overlord's, that was a reason the people here started fearing you. At first it just amused them, until you started a few killing sprees, and your powers were known to almsot everyone. It baffled them on how you even got them in the first place, all they could do now is avoid messing with you now that you have them.

It greatly helped you survive, without them you would probably be dead by now, how you got them though, you never told anyone. In fact, you barely told anything about yourself, especially on why you're even here in Hell, how you died, and a lot more. You didn't trust anyone here, in fact being untrustworthy is what you expected everyone to be.

You sighed, you passed by a few buildings, and the dinizens who passed by you quickly went out of your way, you didn't even need to tell them. Your (E/C) orbs glanced at the red sky, then at the huge pentagram, despite Hell being, well, Hell, yoh couldn't help but be mesmerized by the hues of red in it's sky. You lowered your head back and continued your way, reaching a more quiet part of town, and then a restaurant.

It was one of the finest in Hell, some say it's where some Overlords would go to, you had powers of one but you can't help but fear them as well. Who wouldn't? They're the most powerful demons in this place. You shook your head and entered the restaurant, a bell ringing as you opened the door, several sweet scents of food made their way to your nose and you couldn't help but lick your lips hungrily.

"There you are." A deep male voice grumbled, you rolled your eyes as you looked at one of your coworkers, he was a five foot tall gray Dog demon who had piercing green eyes and was taller than you by a couple inches. "What took you so long?"

"Some people just wouldn't leave me alone. Still don't believe in my 'abilities'." You made air quotations, "And I'm not really late, it's only three minutes past opening time and nobody is even here yet, Lake." You scowled, Lake grunted.

"Whatever, start cleaning the tables would you? There are some reservations and they'll be arriving in a while." Lake groaned, and reentered the kitchen, you rolled your eyes again and went to the bathroom to change into your uniform. It consisted of a black and red suit with stripes, black pants, and a red ribbon around your neck. Once you're done changing you started grabbing cleaning supplies, a couple moments passed.

Your ears perked up when you head the bell ring from the door, and a few customers started coming in for the evening, some other coworkers went out to assist them. By now the tables were clean and you wiped your forehead, you snapped your fingers to make a cold drink appear and you gulped it down immediately, savoring the wonderful feeling of the cold beverage.You decided to take a break and just watched the customers, most of them were placing orders by now, you remembered the reservations and saw one reserved table empty. Your nose twitched as a delicious scent entered your nostrils, your inner wolf hungered at this smell.

One of the best dishes your restaurant served was venison, deer meat, and you regretted not eating too much earlier before going here. You saw Lake carry a dish of venison to the empty table and placed it there, you were strangely curious on who made that reservation. The door's bell rung, catching some attention, some of the demons froze. The atmosphere seemed to change drastically.

You felt your own eyes widen slightly, your tail stopped moving and your ears were on high alert, static noises reasonated through the room. It was the Radio Demon, Alastor, his ever present smile on his face, his eyes glowed bright red, his microphone in his right hand. He glanced around the room curiously, before Lake showed him to his table, thanking him, you never saw him up close.

But you did take notice of his appearance, he wore a red suit with a black and red bowtie, a lighter red shirt with a black cross on it, his air was light red that had black tips, and he wore a monocle, then some interesting features. Two red and black tufts that stood out like deer ears, and between them were two small black antlers, you realized you were staring when he suddenly caught your gaze.

He tilted his head slightly at you, you quickly averted your eyes and disappeared into the kitchen. Meanwhile, Alastor was left confused, his gaze lingered on the kitchen door for a few more moments before he shrugged and started eating. One of his shadows appeared beside him and grinned widely, it looked with interest at the door and turned to it's master. The Radio Demon raised an eyebrow at it, "What? Interested in that demon, are you?" The shadow grinned in delight, Alastor hummed to himself, "Huh." He murmured. The Deer demon knew a little about you, from what he's been hearing.

Apparently you're a feared demon who has powers that of an Overlord, this bit perked his interest even more, an Overlord. The most feared demons in Hell, the most powerful, you were also said to be a serial killer, a thing you had in common with the radio host. Alastor's mind wandered as he ate his meal, if you were as powerful as people say, why not try getting to know you? There weren't many Overlords who had the same powers as you, and getting a reputation within two years is considered pretty fast. His smile widened, and his eyes glowed bright. Though you don't seem to be too social, it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

After twenty minutes, you returned to the tables and started cleaning the empty ones, you used some or your powers to assist you, (E/C) auras surrounded some cloths and they wiped a few tables at once. Satisfied with the current table, you turned to clean another one but you suddenly bumped into someone. You let out a yelp and scowled, "Do you mind-" You stopped, your ears perked up and your body stilled. Your eyes glanced up and met glowing red ones, and a wide grin, Alastor.

"Pardon me, my dear! But I was just curious on where your male fellow might be! To pay for my meal." Alastor grinned brightly, his voice polite, you blinked a few times, suddenly, he chuckled. "Where are my manners? Alastor! Pleasure to meet you darling!" Alastor lent out a hand, smiling as always, you stared at him, then his hand, you slowly grasped his hand and he suddenly shook it a little faster than you expected. You narrowed your eyes at him.

"And who might you be, my dear? I believe you seem familiar but I do not know your name, excuse my curiosity but I noticed your stare from where I was! Hahaha!" Alastor laughed and grinned wider, you hesitated, hiding the embarrassment at the fact he caught you staring. You snapped your fingers and the cloths returned to you, you quickly stashed them away and looked at him, he seemed intrigued at what you just did.

"(Y/N)." You said slowly, Alastor's grin widened if it was even possible, "If you're paying, Lake is over there." You pointed to the counter, Alastor look ed pleased.

"Thank you very much, my dear!" Alastor chirped and walked over to Lake, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. Suddenly, you saw someone finish their meals, and didn't even go to pay, your eyes narrowed and your wolf growled inside you.

"Hey! You're not paying?!" You yelled at him, some of the customers flinched, they probably knew who you were, the demon who was about to leave smirked at you, he was a Cat demon.

"Nope! See ya!" He laughed and quickly left, but before he did you managed to memorize his scent, perks of being part Wolf, you suddenly grinned with sadistic intention. Your eyes turned black and your claws and teeth sharpened, demons took notice of this and cowered in their seats.

Another soul to kill. Wonderful. You were gonna paint the streets red again. And it made your inner wolf growl in anticipation. Alastor, who just finished paying, noticed your expression. He grinned down curiously at you, some static white noise came from him as one of his shadows appeared and smiled widely, "Interesting." Alastor said to himself, his shadow matched his expression and gazed at you curiously.

Very interesting indeed.