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Burning Desire (Alastor x Reader)

When you were still alive you knew that you couldn't go to Heaven. You hurt too many people, so when you arrived in hell, you weren't surprised. As your name begin to shake Hell, a certain demon want to remove the threat you represent to him. Hazbin Hotel belongs to : Vivziepop The image that I used for the book is from "A cautionary tale"

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Chapter 11: Searching in the deer's office

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Once you reached the hotel, you took a few minutes to put yourself together in order to be prepare to confronted with questions from the princess or Vaggie.

You were still upset after your reunion and farewell with your old friends. The less little thing could easily blow you up.

Once you felt ready, you entered the hotel with your usual neutral expression on your face. Lucky for you there was no one in the hotel entrance. Nevertheless you had spoken too quickly because as soon as you went up the stairs you heard Vaggie's voice.

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"Ah Y/N you're finally here, where were you?"

You took a few seconds to turn around. You put a forced smile on your face and replied

"Um... I thought it was a good idea to go out and calm my nerves after having a little fight with Alastor. I didn't want to risk doing something I might regret later on."

Vaggie crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow with suspicion.

"That's what Husk told us, but neither he nor Alastor would tell us why you were fighting. »

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Husk didn't say anything? In a way, it was normal, who knows what Alastor might have done to him in retaliation. You sighed and decided that it was a better thing to tell Vaggie everything.

"I'll explain everything to you, Vaggie, come with me. "

You took her to the living room and started telling her everything about what you learned about Alastor's intentions. Vaggie's face had gradually faded and her limbs began to shake.

"I knew it" she grunted with anger "I knew he wasn't trustworthy and that he was going to get us in trouble!"

You nodded without answering him, what more did you mean by that?

"I'm going to ask Charlie to fire him right now."

Your eyes wide open with fear when you heard her words.

"No, Vaggie, don't" you said with a slight panic.

"Why not? "she asked, "Do We have to wait quietly for this sadistic to leave us or destroy the hotel when he gets bored? No fucking way! "she growled with anger

"And what do you think will happen if you fire him, Vaggie? "you asked sombrely

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The white-haired girl looked at you with confusion

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"It's very simple, if you fire him, you free him completely, he can make everything he gave you disappear, and destroy the hotel in a thousand and one ways.

He may as well destroy it by the waves of his radio or in a raw way. Either way, you sign the destruction of the hotel if you do that."

"So what are we supposed to do Y/N?! Acting like nothing was wrong?! "

"Just stay on our guard. Alastor won't attack... well at least, he'll have trouble attacking the hotel as long as I work here Vaggie. I can block a physical attack from him, and he knows that if he tries to destroy you through his radio waves he will have to get through me first. However, if you fire him now, I wouldn't be able to face him face-to-face. Moreover, you and I both know very well that his power is necessary for the hotel."

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Vaggie looked at you with great fear in her eyes. You could easily see that she was terrified and worried.

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"And what should I do then?"

"Warn Charlie and ask her to be more vigilant to avoid being surprised. The only way to beat Alastor on this point is to be one step ahead, and be smarter than him. It's like a game of chess."

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Indeed, as a part of game of chess. A morbid and horrible game of chess controlled by a sadistic man imbued with his person.

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Vaggie pinched her lips and started to take the 100 steps. His facial expression was torn between anger, rage, uncertainty, and fear. She had begun to tremble in fear.

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"I don't like it Y/N" she says in a trembling voice "I warned Charlie, I warned her to not to let him in! I'm really stupid I should have stopped her, I should have been more convincing..." She grabbed his head, "If anything ever happens to her, I'll-"

"Nothing will happen to her, Vaggie," you told herin a reassuring tone by placing your hands on her shoulders without really thinking about it.

Her love for the princess had touched you deeply, in a way, unconsciously, it brought back some good memories.

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Suddenly you realized what you were doing.

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You froze. Did you just... try to console someone you barely knew? Just instinctively? It took you months to get a little more tactile with Boris while you were still alive.

What was happening to you?

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The white-haired girl looked at you with a desperate look on her face. You put aside the confusion you felt, and then, gave her a reassuring smile.

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"Don't let that fool torture you like that, he doesn't deserve it. The best gift you can give him is to get yourself in this state. Come on, you're not going to let him have the luxury of seeing you like this, are you? "You slightly provoked her

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Vaggie gave you a smile and took a deep breath to calm herself.

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"Yeah, you're right, Y/N, thank you. »

"No problem, Vaggie. "You answered her.

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"Thank you" was a word that made your heart feel warm and as painful as a stabbing. The image of all the people you had betrayed and who were once "friends" exploded in your head. A painful smile forms on your face when you step back from Vaggie.

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Do not get attached

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"Good!" you said with energy and slightly cracked your head from right to left. "Is the radio freak in his office?"

"Normally yes, why?"

"I need to talk to him about something, it's nothing important, don't worry. "you reassured him with the most sincere tone you could use. You didn't want to drag Vaggie and Charlie into your problems.

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Vaggie looked at you suspiciously enough

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"about what?"

"Nothing special, just some little things about the hotel" you lied.

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You knew how to use your tone and gestures to lie and manipulate. Well It wasn't your style, but you felt it was necessary in some cases.

Vaggie was finally convinced of your version and go back to Charlie.

On your side you started climbing the steps of the hotel. On each floor you replayed your speech in your head and you emptied your mind.

You had to stay calm, no matter what sadistic things might say to you.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, you were really scared, afraid of losing your friends again because of a wrong move on your part. Your breathing was slightly jerky and your hands were shaking. You stopped for a moment to calm down.

"Stay calm" you said mentally.

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You carefully sorted out the different gestures you could use to support your argument against Alastor, your boyfriend knew a lot about non-verbal language and you had always seen fit to know as much as you could.

This time, you climbed the stairs and arrived at Alastor's gate.

You put a neutral look on your face, you wasn't really confident, but you still put You had managed to control your breathing.

You knocked at the door and waited for an answer.

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Nothing.

You've knocked at the door again.

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Still Nothing.

"Alastor?" you asked.

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No answer. You frowned. Was he pouting at you? Nah, he wasn't that kind of person. He must have simply been absent.....

... Absent?

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You blinked several times. You looked to your right and left before gluing your ear to the wooden door. You didn't hear any noise. Absolutely none.

You walked away from the door with a rather dubious expression. If he wasn't here, where was he then? It was strange, Vaggie would have warned you if he had gone out. You looked at the door handle. You could heard your instinct screamed at you to open the door.

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You bit the inside of your cheek. It wasn't a good idea, especially since you were supposed to ask him... "a favor." Ew, just thinking about it made you sick, your body was already twisting with disgust. You didn't want to ask this guy anything, being indebted to him was so wounding.

You turned your back, preparing yourself to go down the stairs. However, you stopped, and turned again to the door of Alastor's office.

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"Fuck it" you growled.

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You also had a hotel to save, if you could learn anything useful about this deer it was worth it. Besides, you had good spying skills, so it couldn't have been that hard for you.

You slowly grabbed the door wrist and slowly tried to open it.

Strangely, it was open. You frowned, you wouldn't find much interesting if you could just walk into his office like that. He would have closed it if he had something to hide, but when in doubt, maybe he thought he was scary enough to repel little snoopers like you.

You closed the door behind you and looked at the room again. You were definitely uncomfortable with all that red.

You took a deep breath and began your inspection. First of all, you had to make sure that you were alone. You went to the only other door in the office that probably brought you into his room.

You gathered all your courage to enter the room because you didn't want to be confronted with any vision of horror.

Once you were in his room, you relaxed when you saw that there was no one there. You quickly regained your composure and swept the room with your eyes. The furniture was quite similar to what you could find in the office. The wood was of a very good quality and the furniture was beautifully carved.

The room was also implacably clean, you hadn't seen a single grain of dust.

You approached the libraries trying to be as quiet as possible.

You took the time to study the books in the libraries, there was a lot of classical literature, various sordid stories, but what caught your attention was that there were a few books about hell. You took one at random out of curiosity and you took the first page it came to you.

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"The appearances of sinners in hell"

According to several testimonies, sinners would transform themselves into the things that repel or frighten them the most. Their appearance can also be a kind of reference to what they were compared to during their lifetime. There may also be a direct link to their death, for example, it is said that some kings and queens kept a record of their beheading when they were reincarnated in hell.

In other cases, their appearance is simply a reflection of what they could have been assimilated to during their lifetime.

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You have an eyebrow. "repel or frighten them the most"? "The reflection of what they could have been assimilated to during their lifetime"?

You took a moment to think... You didn't want to be a wolf because it reminded you of the Mob, Indeed, you had always compared your colleagues to a pack of angry wolves... You didn't want to integrate into this group, all you wanted to do was to leave this organization. But then why a White Wolf? And why did you look so human, unlike some demons?

You looked at your hands with questioning. The white werewolf reminded you a little bit of the role you could have when you played a game of the Werewolves of Millers Hollow.

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The traitor among traitors. The one who have to win alone at the very end of the game and betray his pack for his own glory.

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It's true that it was a bit like what you were. After all, you had tried to assassinate your entire "pack" when you had nothing left to lose. But you failed.

You growled in frustration as you thought about your failure while you put the book back in its place. You clenched your fists and trembled with rage and hatred towards yourself.

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Your plan was so perfect and you screwed it up in the most ridiculous way possible!

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You quickly chased away these negative waves when you suddenly felt a cold draft of air.

You listened carefully to the sounds around you to see if anyone was going up the stairs or if there was anyone in the room. Your white ears were moving slightly in search of a suspicious noise but you hadn't heard anything.

You looked around you and in the office but there was nothing at all. You kept searching the room, you hadn't really found anything interesting.

Once you searched the drawers of the bedside tables you sighed in boredom, however this was normal.

Alastor wouldn't have left his door open if he had something important to hide, what did you expect? That he's stupid? You opened the last drawer of the bedside table and discovered a black book that seemed to have been very used. You looked at it out of curiosity, and your blood froze when you had you that it was on everything to do with voodoo magic.

Your face twisted with disgust and you felt a horrible pressure on your stomach.

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"What the fuck is that? "you whispered rather uncomfortably.

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Since when did this deer had this kind of hobby? Did he know how to use this kind of magic?

All this kind of thing had always disgusted you when you were still alive, you were not very comfortable with anything that was black magic, or supernatural and you despised religion, what little you were interested in these things was when you had worked as a librarian.

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You put your hand on the front cover and you could feel small hollows that were where you normally put your fingers. Alastor must have read this book several times since he was in hell.

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Suddenly, your ears were on alert when you heard someone climbing the stairs.

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Shit.

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Your breathing has accelerated as has your heart rate. You tried to keep calm as sweat drops began to appear on your face. You put the book away and hid yourself as best you could in a closet.

Let's say that it was the worst hiding place in the world, but where could you hide? Under the bed? Behind a curtain? Yes, of course! He would have found you in not even 10 seconds.

You got in the back of the closet and hid behind the Jackets of that deer. There was a smell of whisky and blood, it was strangely disturbing but at the same time pleasant, it was very destabilizing.

It must have been your desire for chairs that was taking over.

You waited a few minutes and you heard someone knocking on the door.

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"Alastor, are you here? "you heard Charlie's voice. You sighed with relief. It was only the princess. A reassuring little smile forms on your face.

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"Thanks Lucifer" you said in your mind.

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Charlie insisted again and left. You came out of the closet taking care not to leave any trace of your passage like hair or that kind of thing. You closed the closet door and turned to the shelves. You didn't see them when you first entered the room, but there were different radios on them.

You frowned and walked towards them.

A horrible shiver ran down your back when Alastor's words came back to you.

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"Killing you would be too easy... why not lock you in one of my radios? "

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Your body trembling just at that thought. You watched the radios with interest. Was there anyone in there? You were tempted to touch them but you preferred not to.

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You left Alastor's room as quietly as possible and started searching his office. Apart from jazz or electro swing records, papers on how the hotel works, as well as books on various subjects, you haven't found anything.

You looked at the clock and you saw that you had been looking for information for almost 20 minutes. You felt pressure on all your members. It was too dangerous to continue, you had to leave quickly.

You stopped moving and focused so you could hear the slightest noise from the outside or smell the slightest suspicious smell. Nothing, silence.

You walked towards the exit of the office but stopped when you felt a small draft again. It was strange. But you didn't have time to take an interest.

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You went to the door but as you were about to leave, a shadow came out from under the door in a noise worthy of the greatest horror films. Your eyes widened in terror before this deformed beast that dominated you. You screamed with fear and stumbled backwards. The shadow quickly changed shape to take on the appearance of Alastor, the deer grabbed one of your wrists and his other hand supported you to prevent you from falling, then, He pulled you towards him so that your faces were dangerously close. You couldn't hide a little blush on your face while your eyes were locked to his eyes. He seemed as amused as he was angry. You felt submissive, really submissive, and you hated that feeling. A horrible static noise reasoned in your ears making you wince in discomfort.

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"well, well, well... What are you doing here, my dear little white wolf? "Alastor asked with a calm tone but also threatening.

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You were unable to answer to him immediately. It was as if you were chained and gagged, you couldn't move or even speak. All you could do was stare at his red eyes with fear. You were like hypnotized.

You suddenly felt a sharp pain in your wrist, the deer had pierced your skin with its claws and this allowed you to get out of your trance state.

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Come on Y/N, calm down.

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Your expression became more serious as you responded with the coldest tone you could use.

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"I was looking for you. I need to talk to you."

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Alastor's smile has widened. He dropped you and walked past you to his office. He opened a drawer and took out some papers about the hotel.

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"I would have been delighted darling, but you see, I'm in a real hurry. I really have to do something and I have to give these papers to Charlie. "He explained with his usual cheerful tone

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You were too surprised by his tone to answer correctly. You were quite surprised that he didn't make a sarcastic remark, and what surprised you the most was that for the first time, he seemed to pay no particular attention to you.

It deeply destabilized you and you didn't understand why. You could just stammer a "um but I... " But the deer didn't give you time to express yourself.

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"I'll be back in a few minutes, if you really want to talk to me, just sit here, and make yourself at home until I finish what I planned. You can snoop the libraries, I'm sure you'll find something to pass the time. "This time he was more bitter in his words.

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He knew...

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You bit the inside of your cheek, while a horrible chill was running down your back.

Shit... Would he have given you a little more of his time if you hadn't go into his office? Certainly

You felt bad, something was wrong, you felt it inside you.

This anguish was eating away at you from the inside as you watched Alastor walk towards the exit of his office without even looking at you. Did he look... "angry"? No, that wasn't the word... his sadistic smile was stretched to his ears, his eyes were full of unhealthy fun. By studying his gaze in more detail you slightly backed away.

It was about the same kind of look you had when you were going to torture someone you hated.

This time you looked at the deer with concern, what was he planning to do? And more importantly, to whom?

You crossed your arms as Alastor was about to leave. This anguish was getting stronger every time he walked away from you, it was eating away at you from the inside and you didn't understand why. That's right after all, he had a grudge against someone, so what? What the hell did it matter to you? You had other problems... but yet your instinct was screaming at you not to let him go.

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What were you supposed to do? Let him go or hold him back?

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