(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer

Chapter 8: Do you want me?

They had cleaned everything spotless. Being serial killers, and with Josephine being the daughter of a butcher, they were experts at removing any and all evidence of a bloody crime scene.

The same could not be said for their clothing.

Those were stuffed into bags after they checked out the spare clothes they had stored away in the closet. They changed in the two separate rooms. Alastor changed within the studio sound room, in order to give Josephine privacy in the small bathroom.

After she dressed she casually opened the bathroom door and told him that it was alright to enter into the lounge workroom. He opened the sound studios door and was wearing his red suite-jacket ensemble.

"You know Josephine I was wondering where this little red ensemble was hiding. Ha now I know!"

Josephine looked at him with wide eyes and he gave her a devilish grin that melted her heart. He arched a brow in question. "Well doesn't this just scream 'dashing young gentleman' to you my dear?"

She walked over to him with a smile and wrapped her arms around his neck. Alastor leaned forward ever so slightly with a grin that screamed of his mischievous nature. "I want your honest opinion now my dear. No lying to spare my pride. As my dearest mother always said: honesty is the best policy."

Josephine hummed in thought as Alastor held her loosely by her hips while she played around with his little black bow tie. "Hmmmm I don't know if dashing is the right word to use? Nope, not with that mischievous grin you're currently wearing to distract me."

Alastor's grin grew in size as he chuckled. "Oh come on now, that's not a proper answer my dear. Not even close! I want to know how you would describe such a handsome fellow? I'm just dying to know. Seriously Josephine the suspense is killing me? You've gotta give me something to pacify me. Because right now you look positively stunning."

"Flattery will get you nowhere closer to an answer Alastor."

"Oh? Then what about a kiss?" He kissed her lips before she could comprehend what he had said. Right before it got heated though he pulled his lips away from hers with a smug grin. "Well, care to answer that question now my dear?"

Josephine was panting heavily and glared at him in frustration. "You, are a rotten tease Alastor!"

"Hahahaha! Guilty as charged my darling!"

Josephine smiled as she leaned closer and whispered seductively. "Oh really, well then I might just indulge you with that lovely little answer...but, it'll cost you..."

Oh God she was sooooo close!

Alastor became painfully aware of just how close she was to him when her fingers pulled against his bow tie and the front of his jacket so he was now pressed against her chest. The intimacy surrounding their current position was downright criminal!

Her voice was so provocative that Alastor was left shuddering and he gulped over how quickly the tables were turning on him as her lips were just inches away from touching his. Her left hand traveled down from the bow tie to rest overtop of his heart. The fingers of her right hand were weaving through his hair on the back of his head. Alastor's shaking hands suddenly gripped her hips in a possessive manner as his finger splayed out.

He snarled. "I'll give my soul if you answer the 🤬 question!"

"Oooo such foul language! You must be so frustrated right now? Now I'm flattered. Alright, I'll tell you." She smiled and giggled softly as she whispered against his lips.