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

Chapter 52: The Satyr and the Doe

Morning was better the hotel crew breathed a sigh of relief when Abigail smiled and handed a plate of food to Amos who blinked and smiled softly and ate his breakfast while steadfastly listening to Charlie go on about her hotel.

He smiled softly as he spoke. "I think...I remember asking the demon that helped me get out of Dread Keep to assist the other lost souls by bringing them here?"

Charlie's eyes widened and were sparkling like stars. "Really?"

"It just feels right to me."

Abigail blinked and smiled.

*Caring...he would always petition for the city to do a community potluck for the poor...he was a favorite of the Church for that caring heart.*

Alastor noticed his mother's gaze and soft smile towards his father. He nudged Josephine who noticed and smiled brightly as she kissed his cheek. They shared a mental link.

*She's seeing him...the real him...before the flood.*

*I'm glad she's giving him a chance...*

Josephine had felt bad about going behind Abigail's back, but she felt like Alastor needed to know how his mother felt after disposing of his father's body.

Alastor had cried in her arms over his mother's guilt last night but now that Abigail was giving Amos a chance, it warmed her heart.

Amos spoke to Josephine. "How's the baby this morning my dear daughter-in-law?"

"Aggravating...morning sickness is the worst. Little rascal woke me up before dawn to commune with the toilet..."

Amos chuckled. "Oh now that sounds familiar..." He smirked and Abigail gave him a pointed 'watch it' look. He took his chances, it was to hilarious of a story not to tell.

"Abby here threatened to shave my head bald after the first month of morning sickness...she then threatened to poison my meals if I didn't give her foot massages every night when her feet started to swell to the size of grapefruit, and I do mean every night. She then threatened to castrate me during the labor...soooo good luck son hahaha!"

Alastor gulped and everyone laughed, Abigail included as she threw a dish towel at Amos.

"My feet were not the size of grapefruits!"

"Abby...I literally held a grapefruit next to your dainty little feet and instead of cursing me out you fell into a fit of giggles!"

She blushed over his smug little grin and immediately ate her last piece of breakfast. Amos continued grinning as he learned about his son's affiliations with the hotel crew, mainly his father figure role towards little Niffty. Amos picked her up and laughed over how she said that his son's a lightweight, but an absolutely hilarious drunk.

Amos smiled towards his son. "Thank God your like your mother boy! She's also hilarious when she's drunk! I still remember the time she and Amaryllis sang 99 bottles of beer on the wall in French while dancing the Can-Can on the dining room table!"

Husk shouted. "I 🤬 HATE THAT SONG!!!"

Abigail had tried to silence her laugh but she ended up snorting into a fit of giggling laugher.

"Oh Amos why didn't you take the bottle away from us?"

"Simple Johnathan and I wanted to see what happened when you both got drunk? And it was quite a show." Amos smiled fondly over hearing her laughing. She met his gaze and blushed before hastily averting her eyes. It was seeing her hands visibly shaking that had him backing off from his playful teasing to give her space to adjust to her emotions.