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prelude

“ask for forgiveness,

never permission.”

Alastor x Fem!Reader ; MDNI 18+ ; [y/n] used sparingly ; Alias in Hell is Sylvie

tags: acid rain wound, cannibals living their best lives in cannibal town, slow burn eventual: smut, violence, toxic themes

word count: 1.7k

hello world! i currently have alastor brain rot and felt compelled to jump back into writing fan fiction. i’m a little rusty and i’m not sure how many parts there will be; i won’t deny that this is purely self-indulgent but i hope you enjoy all the same :)

prelude ; chapter one ; chapter two ; chapter three ; chapter four ; chapter five ; chapter six ; chapter seven ; chapter eight ; chapter nine ; chapter ten: part one ; chapter ten: part two

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Hell wasn’t what you had expected it to be. It was worse.

Thoughts of your grandmother rose to your mind, despite how desperately you tried to push them down. “Hell is the absence of God,” she would always say after one of her famous rants. A warning you perhaps would have heeded, had it been coming from a place of love instead of moral superiority. 

You had seen her on the streets of Hell a few times now, always sure to avoid catching her attention. The warm pleasure that bloomed in your chest was too precious to give up, despite knowing how good it would feel to rub her fate in her face. A lot of good all those Sunday mornings had done her, haughty bitch! You wondered how often your grandmother laid awake at night, desperate to know how she had ended up here. A wicked grin spread across your lips, revealing milky-pink fangs.

It was hard not to imagine the look your father would have given you if you could tell him she was here. He would definitely have scolded you, but you knew a small part of him would be amused. If calling her a bad grandmother was putting it lightly, she was an even worse mother-in-law. Hopefully you would never get the chance to tell him; Mother was waiting for him in Heaven, after all. And things should be much easier for him now, all things considered. Leaving him alone hadn’t been part of the plan, so all you could do was tell yourself that it had been worth it. Someday you would believe it.

Grandmother was right though, loathe as you were to admit it, and the feeling of loss burned through you every morning when you awoke. Every night, you dreamed of rain; the sound of it, the smell of it, the feeling of it coming down on you in the middle of the family garden. Oh, how you missed the garden. The dark, wet dirt. Blue puffs of hydrangea against stark-white azaleas, your mother’s coveted yellow roses. The Spanish Moss hanging like phantom sails off the branches of the huge oak tree in the corner, where your father had placed a bench and made a small pond. You would sit under that tree for hours lost in a book, listening to the sounds of the garden.

The fire and brimstone you could endure. It was the way everything else was twisted here that was grueling. As if feeling your lament, a drop of acid rain hit your window, quickly morphing into a full-blown storm. A frustrated growl erupted from you and you rolled onto your stomach, burying your head under your pillow and said a silent prayer to whatever force would grant mercy on your roof. You couldn’t afford to get it fixed again. The prayer had been answered just a moment after the rain stopped, when a drop of it fell from the ceiling and onto your pale, unsuspecting calf, your mattress absorbing the scream of pain that tore through your chest.

As the acid made its way through your leg, and eventually your mattress, all you could do was sob. Eternity… This was eternity. 

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If this morning had been good, the day could only now be considered grand.

There was really nothing quite like a post-rain stroll through Cannibal Town, witnessing the misfortune of partially-dissolved sinners who had been caught in the deluge being consumed on the streets by the lively, ever-hungry inhabitants. Alastor would never tire of this jovial bunch that called this part of the Pentagram home, reveling in the sound of screams, the crunching of bone, the almost-lewd and animalistic grunts of feasting.

Were Rosie not expecting him for tea, he might have allowed himself to join in on the fun. Alas, his only solace was that Rosie never served anything less than superb, being the excellent hostess that she is.

He was quite intrigued by her invitation to join her alone, which meant that this likely wasn’t anything to do with donating a small army of cannibals to aid in the fight against the Angels. Indeed, Charlie’s presence would be required once it was time to cash that favor in.

Not that he didn’t enjoy a casual visit (as casual a visit between Overlords could be), he couldn’t help but wonder. Thinking a few steps ahead was a must if one was going to thrive in Hell, and well, it was no secret that Alastor was doing a pretty fine job at that, all things considered. He began to whistle, earning a few gory smiles from cannibals who stopped mid-meal to enjoy the tune. A true honor.

Rosie opened the door for him before he even had the chance to knock, the “Closed for Rain” sign clattering against the glass as she cooed. “Alastorrr! Come in, come in, before it starts raining again.”

As if on queue, a roll of thunder tore through the clouds, drawing a cheer from the denizens of Cannibal Town in anticipation for round two. 

“Rosie, my dear, always an honor and a privilege to be deemed worthy of your company,” Alastor said, bowing his head as Rosie feigned a blush, leading him to the parlor where they would be taking their tea.

The usual pleasantries were exchanged between sips of tea, coffee, and candied organs, which Alastor forced himself to consume through sheer courtesy. It was all part of the art of visiting, one he quite enjoyed, and he would never shame his mother’s memory with bad manners. They had just finished a plate of finger sandwiches when Rosie leaned in slightly, the conspiring grin on her face letting him know that it was, at last, time for business.

“You’re always so good to indulge me, Alastor. It doesn’t go unnoticed,” she said, grinning as she motioned to a maid to come grab their empty plates. “I’m sure you’ve been dying to know why I asked you over here this afternoon.”

“Oh, Rosie, it’s purely selfish! You know how hard it is to find good company in this godforsaken place. I’m more than grateful to receive your hospitality,” he said with a trademark smile and flick of the wrist, leaning back in his chair as the maid cleared the table.

She had just turned to leave with their plates when the smile on his face nearly faltered. Was that… almond he smelled? It had been so long, but he was fairly certain it was. There was an underlying trace of blood, though that was common enough around here. But almond? It was too pleasant for Hell.

Rosie’s eyes darkened to match her grin, not missing the twitch of Alastor’s mouth. She knew he’d have been able to smell it. It seemed that so far only Hellborn could pick it up, but what would be the fun in letting him know that? 

“Divine, isn’t she? A walking pastry, but not much of a talker. I like to bring her around whenever a room needs some pizzazz! She would’ve been eaten alive had I not taken her in,” Rosie whispered cheekily, as the maid returned with a fresh kettle and a gelatin mold for dessert. Rosie, not missing a beat once the tray had been set down, turned to her with a smile. “Thank you dear, you can leave now. I’ll ring the bell if we need anything else.”

The maid gave a silent curtsy and left the room as instructed, her sweet scent clinging to the air. Since coming to Hell, he took pleasure in the taste of bloody iron, the bite of black coffee. But in life… Memories of marzipan and frangipane tarts swam in his mind. And hadn’t Mother used almonds in her cherry pie crust? It took Alastor all he had not to drool, unsettled by the sudden rush of saliva in his mouth. Ages had passed since he last thought of such sweet things. He cleared his throat with as much grace as he could muster. Rosie only grinned.

“Well, she’s certainly new, so I suppose it’s not surprising she doesn’t talk much. It’s quite easy to tell when a sinner is… adjusting. So morose! You’re very gracious to have taken her on.” Alastor took a sip of coffee, desperate to get that almond smell out of his nostrils. 

“We both seem to be rather gracious these days, don’t you think?”

And there it was.

Rosie sat back in her chair and crossed her legs as she continued. “I was actually wondering if perhaps she might fare better in that hotel you’re running. Don’t get me wrong, she smells incredible, but fuck does she suck the air out of a room once the novelty wears off. She was scaring away clients, and you know it’s pretty bad if cannibals are uneasy around you for Christ’s sake, which is why I had her start working back here, but…”

Alastor had to resist gripping his knee, putting all his effort into maintaining a pleasant face. He had expected to be asked for a favor of sorts, but never did he imagine that Rosie wanted him to take on an employee. She’s had sinners sign contracts for little less than a new parasol, let alone a job. There was something more to this.

And beyond being an air freshener, what good was she for, really? He could deal with quiet, but to have to put up with yet another sulky face! What he had done to deserve it, he didn’t know.

But he knew there wasn’t really a choice other than to take the poor creature into his charge. Rosie was an alley he deeply cherished, and he was already in her debt for the help she had provided just weeks ago. This was no doubt the first part of paying that debt back, a sign of goodwill. Not every deal was beneficial from the start; still, Alastor wouldn’t outright accept the offer. That was part of the fun.

“Well we already have a maid,” Alastor said gently, “but after the recent renovation, we are anticipating more sinners to check in. Not that I doubt Niffty’s abilities, but I suppose she could do with some help when business picks up. How long were you thinking of lending her to our cause?”

Rosie waved her hand. “Lend? Oh, honey, if you’re willing to take her, she’s yours. I’ve got plenty of helping hands, but it does me no good to have such a wet blanket hanging around. There’s just the matter of…,” Rosie trailed off as she reached into her purse, retrieving what Alastor already knew she had been grabbing for, “…her contract.”

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Hey remember that one show…. uhhhhhh…. Has-been Motel

Old Friend

Them.

I'm kinda new to posting on tumblr, are they supposed to look this bad in the preview? all the colors are washed out :(

ANYWAY, my boys. They're fellas.

Husk and Alastor duet would be spectacular! but Husk would never sing with him nowadays. Alastor loves hearing Husker sing, almost more than he likes Husker's screaming.

I gave Husk a new suit but kept him mostly the same. floofy side whiskers for his whisky.

Made this for an art contest over on Reddit

Really proud of the rendering on this one!

Wait I made it better

He needs 89 rabies shots

He needs 89 rabies shots

I've finally drawn the idiot cat

I love him so much

Alastor "doodles"

It was supposed to be just one drawing, but then it spiralled into whatever this is.

So like, did Nifty climb BACK into the toilet for the song oorrr...?

I found out that Alastor likes doodling and immediately had to draw something

(the other guy on the paper is supposed to be Lucifer btw)

Yes or no?

(excuse my horrible attempt at a plastic cup)

HE LIKES DOODLING!?!?! WHAT!!!

HE'S SO CUTE OH MY GOSH

Yunno how I said I'd be posting more regularly? Uh yeah, I lied. BUT! I have something to post now!

I present to u, Alastor and Lucifer spreads! :D

This is a little something I have been working on after I finished watching Hazbin Hotel! This is technically a redesign but I call it a redesign/draw in my own style.

For my redesign I wanted Alastor's deer features to be more obvious so I made his horns longer, tail visible and got rid of the pants and gave him deer legs. I also really wanted to put him in a three piece suit, so that's the outfit I ended up putting him in! The only things I couldn't really be happy with is his cane/microphone and hair. I dunno why but I just couldn't think of anything for either of them.

I hope you like my redesign, I had a lot of fun making it! :D

Hmmmmmmm

By @neamhsmess

Follow her pls

Alastor fanart I did

Alastor and the leash comment +rambling

If Alastor really is on a physical leash like husk meant his soul belonged to someone else, it must be the ultimate pain for him. He’s a complete control freak I can’t imagine his dynamic with them. Since lucifer is a man and Al seems to interact better with women especially mothers would he still be as angry at Lilith if she owned his soul? As disrespectful? So weird. How would they interact?

I have a theory that I haven’t seen elsewhere either, that maybe Alastor made a deal with a demon during his life on earth that helped his serial murder somehow or his mother. If this deal involves his soul and he came down to hell to meet the demon maybe he’d still be owned by them and maybe that deal was with Lilith/Lucifer/Roo .

l’ve been wondering if his dad is in hell also. I imagine Alastor would kill him again. Are a lot of the people he killed in hell too? That’s kind of awkward.

finally something a bit lighter:

Just saw an edit of Lilith, lucifer and alastor on a leash and it got me thinking how FUNNY and interesting it would be for Lucifer to use his power to save Alastor from her (or any situation like the extermination) because of how important he is to Charlie. Like he would not accept anyone’s help saving him he’d be so pissed at lucifer but also owe him his afterlife.

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Hazbin Hotel characters in my style!

YIPPEE IT'S ALASTOR THE GOOFY RADIO DEMON DEER. He looks like he wants to eat someone…

(I drew this on my Math hw 😔 sorry not sorry math teacher)

Tell me which one I should draw next (meanwhile nobody does that so I just draw randomly)

My interpretation of Alastor for fun

here's some hazbin characters in summer vibes, forgive alastor for his horrendous old timey swimsuit he's drinking angel blood by the way

repost

he's honestly such a kitten <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

I had to hop on the cursed cat alastor train too

Charlie is certified cat lover 😽

I redesigned charlie and alastor I gave both of them visible hoofs because I can't imagine wearing shoes with hoofs 😭😭😭 I saturated alastors color pallet because it feels more 1920s now. I GAVE HIM A TAIL :33

charlie on the other hand I mostly changed colors of her design, making her suit more pink so she comes of as less intimidating and I couldn't have resisted giving her ginger hair based on that one Lucifer painting

🌸🩷 Lulus art commissions 🩷🌸

4 art examples (more pieces on my profile)

prices go from 5 € to 25€ more details in dms

I'm very new to commissions so I kindly ask for patience as I'm not a professional, if you're interested in buying my art feel free to dm me about it, every commission counts! 🎀

I just realized how bad I am actually at trying to copy expressions all my drawing just look like they get monthly botox

Inspired by lizsketches

silly human Alastor

Content warning for blood!!!