Chapter 1

I've been watching a lot of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss recently and decided that Alastor is too good of a character not to write a story about. So here we are. This story will connect the two series, so cheers!

 WARNING TO EVERYONE THAT HATE HAREMS! I'M SORRY BUT THIS STORY CONTAINS IT! AND NO! I WILL NOT BE CHANGING IT! 

Write a comment if you want more! Because that's the only way to let me know you want more of this story!

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

Charlie leaned against the door, her head resting against it, and let out a sigh filled with sadness. The expression on her face conveyed her discontent, a stark contrast to the happiness one would typically associate with her.

Appearing on the news alongside Lady Killjoy had turned out to be nothing like she had envisioned. Engaging in a heated argument with a news reporter was nowhere near her desired outcome, and the laughter that followed her idea of redeeming sinners only added to her disappointment.

As she stepped into the dilapidated halls of her once-vibrant Happy Hotel, the stark reality hit her hard. The dreams she had woven with such hope and determination seemed to crumble before her eyes. The once-gleaming walls were now tarnished, the floors worn and creaking under her feet. The grand vision she held of sinners finding redemption within these walls felt like a distant illusion.

Not only was her hotel in disarray, but she found herself standing alone, without the support or backing she desperately needed. The weight of financial strain bore heavily upon her shoulders, threatening to crush her spirit. The lack of resources meant she couldn't hire the staff or make the necessary improvements to bring her vision to life.

Yet, the most painful blow came from the disbelief and ridicule she faced from those closest to her. Her subjects, meant to be the very beneficiaries of her noble mission, had turned their backs on her. They failed to see the potential she saw in them, their skepticism like daggers to her heart. But the deepest cut of all came from her own parents, who offered no encouragement or support, dismissing her dream as mere folly.

In this sea of doubt and despair, there was one glimmer of solace. Her girlfriend Vaggie stood by her even though no one else did, offering her a silent presence of comfort and support. Charlie considered herself lucky to have someone like her as a girlfriend.

"I can't give up now, not when I finally have the chance to achieve my dreams!" Charlie thought to herself, wiping away the tears that were forming around the corners of her eyes.

As the princess of hell gradually regained her composure, a sudden tempo of knocking resonated through the door against which she had been leaning on. Her eyes widened in surprise, feeling the small vibrations reverberate through her head. Startled, Charlie swiftly turned around, taking a step back from the door.

Her mind raced through the possibilities of who it could be but failed to come to the conclusion of who exactly would be at the door. The knocking persisted and she was left with no choice but to open the door and see who it was.

She clenched the handle of the door and opened it.

Her vision was engulfed in a vibrant shade of red as she gazed upon the chest of the demon, clad in a stylish crimson suit. Tilting her head upward, she found herself staring at a towering figure, several heads taller than her own. As she continued looking up, a charming smile formed on the demon's face, revealing a striking set of sharp teeth.

In a sudden flash, the demon's closed eyes snapped open, radiating a mesmerizing crimson glow. The intensity of those glowing eyes sent a chill down her spine as she locked her gaze with them. It was as if those eyes held a glimpse into the depths of his soul, an abyss that both fascinated and unnerved her.

 "Hell-" 

Slam!

Charlie closed the door as her brain tried to process just who it was behind her door. Thinking that she was maybe seeing things or that it was another demon that just looked like him, she opened the door to get another look.

 "-O!" 

Slam!

She forcefully shut the door once again and strode towards the hotel's main room, her certainty about the person behind it pushing her forward. Swiftly turning the corner, she was greeted by her girlfriend, who was gently massaging her temples, trying to ease the migraine that had been triggered by the day's tumultuous events.

"Hey, Vaggie?" she called out, feeling her nerves kick in as she saw the radio demon standing at the front door of their hotel.

"Whaaat?" her girlfriend replied, her mood still sour. She sat beside Angel Dust, who was busy slurping away at a popsicle, his presence only added to her pounding headache.

"The radio demon is at our door!"

"WHAT?!"

Angel Dust, the spider-slash-pornstar demon, raised an eyebrow, curious about the commotion and who this 'radio demon' was that caused such panic.

"Uhh, wh-"

Before he could finish asking his question, Vaggie jumped up from the couch and rushed towards the door. She swiftly maneuvered past Charlie's attempts to stop her and grabbed her spear that was leaning against a nearby wall.

"Vaggie, wait!"

Charlie cried out, desperate to prevent her girlfriend from acting impulsively. But her plea fell on deaf ears as Vaggie forcefully swung open the door and tackled the demon, who remained frozen in the same position Charlie had left him in.

"Oof!" Alastor grunted in surprise as his back impacted the ground with a heavy thud, he could feel the weight of another person on top of his chest. He did not at all expect to be tackled today, hell! He didn't expect to see the princess of hell open a hotel to redeem sinners either, yet here he was!

"¡Cabrón hijo de perra!" The moth sinner growled, glaring at the demon below her as she aimed her spear at his throat.

 Despite his throat about to be speared through with an angelic weapon that could end his very existence, the demon merely smiled as he stared into the moth's glaring eyes.

"Lovely to see you too, my dear Vagatha~" Alastor greeted as he pointed the spear away from him only for Vaggie to immediately point it back. "Quite the surprise! I didn't expect to see you here."

"Don't you fucking Vagatha me!" she roared out, very much tempted to just gut him here and now.

"Vaggie stop it! You can't just attack him for no reason!" Charlie shouted as she and Angel came out seconds after Vaggie did. Angel can only look at the two sinners in confusion not at all following what the hell was happening.

"I have plenty of reasons to attack him!" Vaggie's retort came forth, brimming with conviction, as her single eye remained fixed upon the smiling demon facing the sharp end of her spear.

Confident that she had him cornered, her confidence soon turned to shock however when he suddenly vanished beneath her as if he had never been there at all.

In an instant, he reappeared beside Charlie and Angel, brushing off the dirt from his uniform while doing so.

"And what reason may that be my dear~?" Alastor asked as he finished dusting off the last amount of dirt that clung to his suit.

"Fuck! I forgot he could do that." Vaggie angrily thought to herself as she turned around to try and tackle him down to the ground again. Only for her to stop when she noticed him putting Charlie between her and him.

"How about we talk this out." Alastor hummed as he towered over Charlie despite hiding behind her. He knew he had the winning edge as Vaggie could only growl as she could see no openings for her to attack him.

"Vaggie, please, let's hear him out," Charlie pleaded, her voice filled with concern. She had no idea what had transpired between Vaggie and the radio demon, but she knew she had to diffuse the tension before things escalated further.

Vaggie hesitated, her grip on the spear loosening ever so slightly. She turned her gaze towards Charlie, searching for reassurance in her eyes. Despite her anger and distrust, Vaggie knew deep down that Charlie wouldn't lead her astray. Reluctantly, she lowered the spear and stabbed it into the soil of the earth.

"Thank you for your hospitality, my dear~!" Alastor remarked, his tone filled with a hint of amusement as he walked out from behind the princess that he used as a meat shield.

Vaggie cast a wary glance, her guard still up, but Charlie stepped forward, gently resting her hand on her girlfriend's arm, offering reassurance. Sensing the attention they were attracting, the princess of hell spoke up, her voice carrying over the murmurs of curious demons.

"Let's continue this conversation inside. We're kinda creating a spectacle here." Charlie's eyes scanned the crowd, noticing demons gathering around and recording the unusual scene with their phones.

Recognizing the validity of Charlie's suggestion, the whole group agreed and made their way indoors. It was an odd sight for onlookers—a princess of hell leading the way, a moth demon wielding an angelic weapon glaring daggers at one of the hell's most powerful overlords, and, to everyone's surprise, a renowned pornstar nonchalantly following along, leisurely finishing the popsicle he had been savoring.

As they entered the building, the atmosphere shifted from the prying eyes of the outside world to a more private and secure space. They settled into the greeting room, ensuring they could speak freely without unwanted attention.

"What brings you here, Alastor?" Charlie asked, her voice steady despite the lingering tension in the air.

The radio demon straightened his suit, adjusting his tie with precision before responding. "I've heard quite the buzz about your little establishment my dear! This Happy Hotel of yours piqued my interest! And curiosity got the best of me, so I simply had to see it for myself!"

Vaggie crossed her arms, skepticism etched on her face. "And why should we believe anything you have to say? For all we know, you might be here to burn it down for your twisted amusement!"

Alastor chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Charlie's spine. "Ah, my dear Vaggie, you wound me with your lack of faith. But worry not, for I have no intention of causing trouble. In fact, I believe our goals may align more than you think~"

"Don't call me that! You are no longer allowed to call me that after what you did!" Vaggie roared out, hatred filling her voice as she shouted at him.

The princess of hell gently grabbed her shoulder with her hand and looked at her with eyes filled with concern. Vaggie breathed heavily as she tried to calm herself down from her sudden burst of rage.

Alastor smiled, not showing a hint of any emotion that he might have felt from Vaggie's sudden outburst. It was disconcerting to witness such a stark contrast between the smile on his face and the lack of emotion in it.

Charlie furrowed her brows, intrigued yet cautious. "What do you mean by that?"

The radio demon's gaze shifted from Vaggie to Charlie, his crimson eyes burning with an intense, almost predatory, focus."I can sense your desire to redeem sinners, to change the nature of this wretched realm we inhabit. It is a noble ambition, one that intrigues me! So I want to help!"

Vaggie remained skeptical, her arms still crossed tightly. "And what's in it for you?"

Alastor's smile widened, revealing those sharp teeth once again. "Oh, my dear, I thrive on chaos and the unpredictability of mortal souls. This little project presents an opportunity for an exquisite symphony of sin and redemption. It would be quite entertaining, don't you think?"

Charlie exchanged a glance with Vaggie, silently communicating their doubts and concerns. But in that moment, a spark of hope ignited within her. Perhaps, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Alastor could be an unexpected ally in her quest to bring redemption to Hell.

"So, does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate a demon?" Charlie asked with a smile on her face that was far kinder than the radio demon's own.

". . . Some of them, yes. But the rest of the sinners? No! Not every demon deserves the chance of redemption my dear~" Alastor laughed as his smile became more demonic and sadistic. "Most of them deserve a fate far worse than this pathetic place we call Hell~"

Charlie's smile faltered, her optimism momentarily clouded by Alastor's unsettling words. She knew the radio demon was unpredictable, but his sadistic delight in the suffering of others was a chilling reminder of the darkness that lurked within him.

Vaggie's expression hardened, her skepticism turning into a fierce determination. "We won't let you have your way, Alastor. This hotel is a place of redemption, not a playground for your twisted entertainment."

Alastor's eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement. "You misunderstand me. I have no intention of disrupting your little operation. I simply want to be there to watch~ But the question remains, can you truly help the demons you seek to redeem? Can you truly redeem them from their addicting sins? After all~ What worth is heaven when you can simply have a drink or drug that can get you there faster? When you can experience everything you ever wanted right here in hell without any repercussions?"

Alastor's crimson eyes turned towards Angel and it made his point all the more painstakingly clear to the two female demons. Despite Angel being clean, or clean as he could be, for two weeks, he immediately fell back to his usual sinful habits.

"What are you looking at me for?" Angel Dust couldn't help but ask, long since zoned out from the conversation. "Did you see something you like~?"

The spider demon puffed up his chest at Alastor but was ignored as the radio demon looked back toward the two female demons who were now deep in thought.

Despite Vaggie's strong aversion towards him, she reluctantly acknowledged the logic behind his words, finding it to be logical and true. Meanwhile, Charlie remained resolute in her belief that all demons deserved a chance at redemption.

Stepping forward, Charlie's voice remained unwavering as she addressed Alastor's challenge. "While we may not possess all the answers, our dedication to helping those who are willing to embrace redemption is unwavering. I understand the allure of the vices that Hell offers, but I believe that true fulfillment lies in the journey towards personal growth and finding genuine happiness."

Her words carried an air of conviction, reflecting her unwavering faith in the potential for demons to change. Vaggie, though skeptical, found herself cautiously hopeful, gaining confidence from how confident her girlfriend was in her dream to work.

The radio demon's smile widened, intrigued by Charlie's resolve.

Alastor chuckled, his amusement evident. "Very well, my dear. I shall observe your efforts closely, it intrigues me to see if you can truly make a difference. But remember, not all sinners are worth redeeming."

"You might not be worth redeeming, but you can't decide that for everyone else, you shit lord!" Vaggie cut in her rage still very much evident in her tone of voice.

She was ignored however as Alastor focused his attention on Charlie, who was deep in thought on whether or not she should accept his help. Vaggie looked at her in disbelief, unable to believe that she would even consider accepting his help!

"You can't honestly be thinking about it! We can't trust him!" Vaggie took her girlfriend's hand and pulled her away from Alastor in order to have a private conversation with her. "He's a dangerous and manipulative demon!"

Alastor hummed a jaunty tune, the melody floating through the air like an ethereal whisper. His gaze fixated on Vaggie, who fervently tried to discourage Charlie from accepting his help.

Like the piercing gaze of a hawk, he traced Vaggie's movements with an intensity that betrayed a multitude of untamed emotions swirling within him. Within the depths of those vibrant eyes, a tempest of conflicting feelings waged a silent battle.

Charlie looked into Vaggie's eyes, understanding her worry. "I know, Vaggie. I understand your concerns and your… history with him. But Alastor is offering his assistance, and if there's even a chance that he can help us achieve our goal, shouldn't we consider it?"

Vaggie tightened her grip on Charlie's hand, her voice filled with urgency. "But at what cost, Charlie? We can't risk compromising our mission and the safety of everyone here."

Charlie took a deep breath, her determination unwavering. "I hear you, Vaggie, and I value your opinions. But I also believe that redemption is possible for everyone, even someone like Alastor. Maybe, just maybe, if we can show him compassion and trust, he might change too."

Vaggie sighed, torn between her protective instincts and Charlie's unwavering hope. "I love you, Charlie, and I trust you. But you can't change someone like Alastor…"

The moth gazed at Charlie, her heart heavy with concern. But met with sad puppy dog eyes that She could never say no to. Reluctantly, Vaggie began to soften, realizing the depth of Charlie's belief in redemption, even if it was for someone like Alastor.

With a heavy sigh, Vaggie finally spoke, her voice laced with resignation. "Alright, Charlie. If this is what you truly believe is best, then I'll support your decision. Just promise me, promise me that you won't make any deals with him."

Charlie looked at Vaggie, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you, Vaggie. I promise you, I won't make any deals with him. You told me enough about his deals to know never to do that. Besides, if there is one thing I picked up from my dad, it's that you don't take shit from other demons!"

With that said Charlie walked back towards Alastor with confidence in her steps. Her girlfriend could only watch with worry as she clutched her left arm to calm herself.

Alastor's smile widened as Charlie approached him, her determination palpable in the air. Vaggie, still conflicted, kept a vigilant eye on the radio demon, ready to intervene if necessary.

"Alright, Alastor," Charlie began, her voice steady. "I accept your offer of help, but on the condition, that you must genuinely commit to helping us without any tricks or voodoo strings attached."

Alastor's eyes gleamed with amusement, his wide smile becoming even wider. With a smooth twirl of his staff, Alastor stretched out his right hand for her to shake.

 "So it's a deal then?" 

A sudden burst of powerful magic erupted from his hand, creating a destructive gust of wind that appeared out of nowhere. It was so strong that Vaggie and Angel Dust instinctively shielded their eyes, unable to handle the blinding light emanating from Alastor's gloved hand.

A menacing green light covered his hand, pulsating with an otherworldly power that seemed to affect reality itself. Waves of otherworldly energy surged forward, pushing against Vaggie and Angel Dust, who struggled to resist the overwhelming force unleashed by Alastor's power.

Charlie's jaw plummeted, a mix of shock and apprehension etching itself across her face. She swiftly regained her composure and waved away his offering hand.

"Nope!" she blurted out, her heart pounding against her chest. "There will be no shaking of hands, no binding agreements!"

Pausing for a fleeting moment, she wracked her brain for an alternative, desperate to find a way out of striking a deal with the cunning demon, yet still open to accepting his assistance. Fortunately, an idea popped into her head.

"As princess of hell and heir to the throne I, uhh, hereby order that you help with this hotel… for as long as you desire." Charlie smiled before her eyes looked towards Vaggie to see how she'd react to how she handled it.

Vaggie's grip on her arm tightened. She couldn't shake the feeling that Alastor had something up his sleeve. But she was left with no choice but to accept this outcome, no matter how much she hated it.

Despite seeing her lover with less than positive reaction, Charlie looked back to Alastor. "Sound fair?"

The radio demon, Alastor, cast a quick, appraising glance at the moth sinner, his crimson eyes taking in her less-than-pleased expression. His wide smile wavered imperceptibly for the barest of seconds before he refocused his attention on the princess of hell.

"Hmm, fair enough~" the demon drawled, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders. With purposeful strides, he began retracing his steps, heading towards the same path he had entered earlier, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

A sigh of relief escaped the princess, her vibrant spirit reigniting as she brought both thumbs up in a victorious gesture. Her girlfriend, despite harboring a burning desire to glare at Alastor until he burst into flames, couldn't help but smile at her antics.

"I'll send over some help to liven this hotel up," Alastor said loud enough for everyone to hear him before he opened the door and began walking out. "I'll be back by tomorrow to check how things are going. Now if you excuse me I have an important meeting to attend to~!"

He gently closed the door behind him and as he did so the invisible tension began to disappear from the hotel. Vaggie and Charlie relaxed their tensed bodies now that Alastor was no longer there. Angel Dust looked at them with a raised eyebrow, the strawberry pimp wasn't that scary.

Charlie let out a deep breath, feeling the weight of the world lifted off her shoulders. She turned to Vaggie, her eyes shining with excitement. "Can you believe it? We got a backer now!"

Vaggie nodded, her expression still wary. "I know…"

Seeing Vaggie still worried, Charlie went to comfort her and put her worries to ease.

Charlie's gentle touch sent a comforting warmth through Vaggie's body as she leaned into the soothing caress. With eyes filled with concern, Charlie spoke softly, her voice laced with warmth. The delicate sensation of her thumb gliding across Vaggie's soft cheek brought a momentary respite from the wild emotions that Alastor caused.

"I can see the worry in your eyes, Vaggie," Charlie murmured."I know you're worried, but we can't do this alone. We need all the help we can get."

Vaggie nodded her head as she leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut. "I just don't want us to get hurt by him… I don't want him to hurt me again."

Charlie pulled her into a tender embrace, her heart bursting with love for the sinner she held in her arms. "I won't let anything happen to you, Vaggie. I promise."

Vaggie melted into Charlie's embrace, feeling the softness of her body against her own. She was comforted by her girlfriend's words and the warmth of her embrace, feeling safe in her arms.

"I know," Vaggie whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I trust you, Charlie. I just need to adjust… to being around him again."

Charlie held her tighter, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back. "We'll make it work, Vaggie. Together."

Vaggie looked up at Charlie, yellow eyes met red. "Together," she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie leaned in, pressing her lips to Vaggie's in a gentle kiss. It was a promise, a vow to always be there for each other, no matter what. As they pulled away and rested their head against each other, Charlie's eyes searched Vaggie's, silently conveying her love and devotion.

The two women lingered in each other's embrace for a few more seconds, much to Angel Dust's distraught as he squirmed uncomfortably amidst the heartfelt moment.

Clearing his throat, Angel Dust spoke up. "Uh, so is anyone going to explain to me what the fuck just happened?" he asked, gesturing towards the door. "Who the fuck was that strawberry pimp?

Charlie nervously chuckled, pulling away from Vaggie and turning towards Angel Dust. "S-Sorry about that Angel, I kinda forgot you were here."

The spider demon waved away her apology, not caring about them forgetting him being there for the whole ordeal. He simply wanted to know what was going on and the history between the moth and deer.

"Wait, you seriously don't know who that was? You've been here longer than me!" Vaggie asked in disbelief.

Angel merely shrugged his shoulders to show exactly how much he knew about what she was talking about. The gray-skinned sinner couldn't help but frown at the lack of knowledge the spider had about Alastor.

"The Radio Demon! One of the most powerful beings hell has ever seen?"

"Eh, not big on politics."

With a heavy sigh, Vaggie reluctantly took a deep breath, steeling herself to delve into the treacherous depths of Alastor's dark past. In a somber tone, she began to meticulously unravel the enigma that was the infamous radio demon, painting a vivid picture of his terrifying power and malevolent deeds. Each word she chose was carefully crafted to elicit a shiver down the listener's spine, her voice laced with a tinge of apprehension as she wove a tapestry of horror.

She spoke of the chilling aura that surrounded Alastor, an otherworldly charisma that drew unsuspecting souls into his web of manipulation. Her words dripped with a foreboding sense of danger as she recounted the countless lives he had effortlessly extinguished, leaving behind only echoes of pain and despair.

Vaggie painted a vivid portrait of his twisted amusement, describing how he reveled in the chaos and suffering he wrought upon the denizens of Hell. She spoke of his cunning intellect, a mind as sharp as a double-edged blade, capable of outmaneuvering even the most astute adversaries.

But it was the mere mention of Alastor's supernatural abilities that sent a shiver down Vaggie's spine, and she made sure her audience felt that same bone-chilling fear. She spoke of his mastery over the radio waves, how his voice could command the very essence of sound, bending it to his will with unnerving precision. The mere thought of his crimson eyes, gleaming with a mix of sadistic delight and insatiable hunger, sent a cold shudder through her body.

Vaggie's voice quivered with a mix of urgency and desperation as she emphasized the dire consequences of crossing paths with the radio demon. She warned of the treacherous bargain that awaited those foolish enough to seek his favor, their souls naively bartered away in exchange for a fleeting moment of pleasure. The way she described it, made Angel think she personally had a first-hand experience.

In her impassioned explanation, Vaggie painted a portrait of a being whose malevolence knew no bounds, a force to be feared and avoided at all costs. Her words hung heavy in the air, the weight of their meaning sinking deep into the hearts of anyone listening, leaving them with a lingering sense of unease and a newfound fear for the power that Alastor possessed.

As her tale came to an end, the moth's voice trailed off. The room was filled with an eerie stillness as her words settled, the gravity of the radio demon's existence hanging over them like a dark cloud. Vaggie's entire body began to shake, whether in fear or anger, no one but her would know.

Charlie took her shaking hands into hers and tried her best to comfort Vaggie.

Angel Dust let out a low whistle. "Damn. That's some heavy shit. With the way you described him so clearly, you must have a history with him huh?"

Vaggie looked away, her eyes filling with a mix of anger and pain. "Yeah… we have some history," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie could feel the tension building in Vaggie's body, the memories of their shared past threatening to overwhelm her. She squeezed her hands gently, silently urging her to stop if it was becoming too much for her.

Angel Dust dropped the subject immediately, sensing the tension in the room. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to break the heavy silence that had settled over them. "Well, uh, I don't know about you two, but I could use a drink."

Charlie nodded in agreement, grateful for the distraction. "Yeah, a drink sounds like a good idea! I think I have some juice left in the freezer~!"

Angel opened his mouth to correct her about what kind of drink he actually meant but decided to give up on that thought. He silently followed her along, despite the fact it wasn't going to be alcoholic.

Vaggie hesitated for a moment, still lost in her thoughts. But the gentle tug on her hand from Charlie brought her back to reality. She gave a small nod, silently acknowledging Charlie's presence by her side as she began walking alongside her to the kitchen.

BOOOOMMMMM!

A giant explosion rang out. The sudden explosion shook the entire hotel, sending almost everyone into a state of panic. Vaggie and Charlie clung to each other, their hearts pounding.

"What the hell was that?" Vaggie exclaimed, her voice laced with panic as she grabbed her spear in a panic and began shielding the princess of hell the best she could.

Angel paid no attention to the explosion and continued walking toward the kitchen without a single care in the world.

"It's hell baby, you can't go looking at every explosion that explodes." Angel grinned all four of his arms raised in a shrug.

Charlie chuckled softly, appreciating Angel's carefree attitude that managed to persist even in the midst of chaos. However, Vaggie's grip on her spear tightened, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. She couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of unease, wondering if the explosion was somehow Alastors fault.

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A few minutes earlier

Alastor closed the door behind him and took a moment to think. The entire ordeal he just went through was far from what he planned to happen. The smile on his face became ever so slightly smaller and warmer as he thought about a certain moth demon.

The radio demon rubbed his chest, feeling the phantom pains of a wound long since heeled yet still hurt all the same.

"…It truly was a surprise to see you here my dear, and with the princess of hell no less~" Alastor quietly whispered, his voice losing the radio static.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, the demon began walking away from the hotel far earlier than he expected to.

Bang!

However, before he could even take a few steps away from the hotel. A cannon could be heard firing dangerously close, causing him to look up from where the sound came from.

It was an enormous blimp, bristling with an impressive array of high-powered artillery. Mounted on its exterior were an assortment of machine guns, cannons, and a plethora of other formidable weapons.

Alastor tilted his head to the side as his smile became cold and dark as he stared at the blimp. He could see a black snake demon inside the blimp and if he focused he could even hear him.

"This is it boys! This is where that son of a bitch is hiding!" Sir Pentious crackled as he shouted at his egg minions. "Load the cannons you fools! I'm going to blow this shitty hotel up along with that asshole! HAHAHAHA!"

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he observed Sir Pentious and his blimp. The corners of his lips curled into a wicked grin, his anger growing. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the dark energies of his demonic magic, channeling them into a powerful incantation.

Whispers filled the air as shadows swirled around Alastor, coalescing into enormous, writhing tentacles that emerged from the ground. The monstrous appendages surged toward the blimp, their ominous presence sending shivers down the spines of those who witnessed them.

Sir Pentious and his egg minions scrambled in panic as the massive tentacles tore through the air, their serpentine forms lashing out with an otherworldly force. The blimp rocked violently under the onslaught, with cannons and machine guns being torn apart by their supernatural might.

Alastor's laughter echoed through the chaos, a chilling symphony of amusement. His crimson eyes glowed with an intense and malevolent energy as he reveled in the chaos he had unleashed. The tentacles moved with calculated precision, wrapping around the blimp's hull, squeezing and constricting it.

Pulling the giant machine down with a casual wave of his hand. Alastor brought the ship directly in front of him as his wrathful eyes glared at the snake.

"A-Alastor!? W-What is the meaning of this! I was going to surprise attack you later today! Not now!" Pentious gasped out in fear and shock.

Alastor's smile widened, his voice dripping with sinister amusement as he stared down Sir Pentious.

"This hotel is under my protection. Anyone who dares to harm it or the people inside will face the full extent of my wrath." His tone was laced with a chilling edge.

The surrounding air crackled with an eerie energy as Alastor's eyes glowed with an intensified crimson hue.

 "You see, dear snake, I have taken a liking to this place and its people. and I shall not allow any harm to befall them, by sinners like you." 

His voice lowered to a menacing whisper, carrying a weight of authority. "Consider this your warning, sinner. Your reckless actions have brought you to the threshold of my domain, and you shall pay the price for your audacity."

Sir Pentious trembled in fear, realizing the gravity of the situation. He stammered, "I-I didn't know... I didn't mean any harm to the hotel. I was only after a spider! Please, spare me!"

Alastor's laughter rang out, chilling and merciless. "If you ever dare to threaten this hotel or its occupants again, no force in Hell or Heaven will save you from my wrath."

With another wave of his hand, the tentacles pulled the blimp far away from the hotel and continued to slowly crush it at the radio demons' command.

Sir Pentious, his confidence shattered, desperately barked orders to his minions, attempting to regain control of the situation. But it was too late. The blimp groaned and creaked under the pressure, its structural integrity compromised.

With a final surge of power, Alastor controlled the tentacles to tighten their grip. The blimp let out a deafening crack, and then, in a spectacular display of destruction, it burst into flames, consumed by an inferno that lit up the night sky as a giant load explosion rang out.

BOOOOMMMMM!

As the remnants of the blimp rained down, Alastor stood amidst the wreckage, his dark magic slowly dissipating. His smile widened, the satisfaction evident in his eyes. The threat had been neutralized, and no harm was dealt upon the hotel or its inhabitants.

And with that, Alastor turned away from the scene, leaving behind a charred aftermath. His purpose fulfilled, he continued his stride, his thoughts returning to a certain moth demon.

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End

This is only just the beginning! For there is far more to come! Soooo!

"Stay tuned~ Hahaha…"