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

Chapter 17: His Scars

Rosie had to persuade Franklin to allow Alastor to stay on their couch since their two bedroom apartment over the Emporium was currently occupied.

It was only until he got his bearings as the newest Overlord within Hell and built his Radio Station. Alastor was grateful to find a kindred soul in Rosie and would thank her every chance he got for showing such kind hospitality towards his mother.

The next day was spent with Alastor out cold on the couch from an intense mental overexertion of his powers. Rosie was admittedly impressed at his recovery speed but Abigail boasted that he was never sick for more than a day...Rosie didn't have the heart to say that this was not something one can compare with a sickness.

The more power you use the more time you have to spend to recover what was lost. But in Hell that simply means you're easy pickings for any hostile takeovers threatening your turf.

He would have to work on controlling how much power he uses without risking an all day comatose. However what wasn't normal was the speed in which his powers recovered to full strength. The time astounded Rosie...a single day! Given that chaotically eventful Voodoo filled night of his manifestation he should've been out for a month!

Rosie wondered if it had something to do with Lucifer's little deal, she highly questioned Lucifer would lend his own strength to Alastor like Lilith was doing for Josephine? It wasn't practical to do so. Alastor had his powers and was able to use them like a fully fledged Overlord within seconds of waking up in Hell. It must be the fact that his wife has her powers locked away and that has forced his powers to have to drastically compensate for the wellbeing of his future in Hell. As if his powers knew before he did that he was going to be suffering and that strength was his only path to staying alive long enough to see his wife. Now given that Voodoo powers are inherently strong since it belongs to the souls of Queen Lilith's followers, it's no wonder Lucifer saw potential in the Stag.

His animalistic instinct to protect what was precious to him was truly admirable.

That night after Alastor's (miraculous) recovery...as stated by Franklin after spitting out her Brandy the moment she saw that he was awake and standing...it was then that Rosie knew he was something special. She would transform him into a fine Overlord.

He just needed a little more finesse in fine tuning his emotional resolve to not immediately snap someone's neck like a twig. That's step one in his need for an immediate crash course on proper control over his demonic powers.

Rosie wasn't at all surprised to find that Alastor wasn't asleep on the couch after he was confined to it by a screaming Franklin saying that he shouldn't even be standing so soon after such a drain in his demonic powers. When Rosie casually mentioned that he wasn't on the couch Franklin was threatening to turn him into venison steaks over the fear of having Lucifer's wrath raining down on them if he decided to go AWOL. Thankfully for Alastor's sake , Franklin wasn't going deer hunting tonight, not after they heard the soft singing coming from the closed door of Abigail Williams's room.

They knew at that moment that Alastor was simply letting out his suppressed emotions in a calm manner—by crying himself to sleep in his mother's arms.

Abigail wasn't surprised at all when she got a knock on her door at 11:00pm that night. Alastor opened the door looking like a terrified child asking to stay with her for the night.

She knew why he was like this after all he had just died a 48 hours ago!

She was his pillar of strength in life and now she'll be so in death. It broke Abigail's heart to realize just how young he truly was as she cradled her 30 year old son in her arms as if he were still a young boy. Her son, of 30 years old, a man who was to remain forever young. A man who brutally was robbed of life, robbed of half of his soul when he was separated from his wife. And the cherry on top he was still being robbed of his peace of mind as he was forced to relive his death just by looking at himself in a mirror.