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

Chapter 95: Josephine, the Overlord of Song and Dance

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Josephine smiled as she opened the windows to her hotel room.

"Oh what a glorious day!"

Alastor arched a brow as he was fixing his bow tie in front of the wall mounted antique mirror. He turned to her and spoke.

"Well someone's rather chipper today. And to think you haven't had a drop of coffee since 86 years ago."

Josephine threw a crumpled up paper at his head. "God don't remind me! I'm trying to ignore it for the sake of our baby."

She then grinned as she sat in a comfortable armchair in front of their shared oak wood desk with a few other papers all neatly laid out in various stages of completion. Some were doodles of building floor plans. Another was a rather large 30" by 40" piece of paper with a spiderweb chart on it. The spiderweb chart has different types of music and dance all centered around the bubble titled (The Musician's Arts Advocacy Program).

"Also, why wouldn't I be happy? You're finally showing me around the Ring of Pride today! I'm sooooo excited and our little Clementine is excited to. I can feel her soul as she dancing around inside me! I can't wait to see your Radio Station, and Mimzy's Club, and Rosie's Emporium, oh and the Flaming Sea we need to have a beach day soon!"

Alastor blushed and hesitated before fumbling over his words. "I mean, well...it's just that...after what happened yesterday...I—I just wasn't expecting for you to be as chipper today. Especially after last night."

Josephine had cried herself sleep last night. After the massive information dump about her parents double-death conspiracy Josephine was plagued by memories that were only just now resurfacing from the vault of her mind. A Fort Knox level maximum security vault that was created in order to avoid the painful truth...that they were actually gone...

It was only when the couple were alone in their hotel bedroom that Josephine finally legitimately grieved within his arms.

Alastor hated seeing her like that...any words that were spoken from her were rendered as being incoherent gibberish as she was unable to speak beyond the occasional sob of, mama and papa. The added pregnancy hormones weren't of any help to her emotional state and were kicking her in the ass.

He'll be surprised if she has any tears left to shed now...

Josephine blinked in a owlish gaze as she finally registered why he was so cautious in his wordings. "...Oh..." Her ears drooped and her smile faded as she abruptly looked out the window and mindlessly doodled with the pen on the corner of the paper she had been writing on prior to their conversation.

Alastor immediately cursed under his breath for crushing his wife's enthusiasm with the reminder of those painful memories. Josephine sighed and stood up before slowly walking towards him as he apologized. "I'm sorry darling...just forget that I said anything I..." She abruptly hugged him and mumbled against his suite jacket.

"I'm alright darling. Last night was just a little overwhelming for me. I was finally taking the time to grieve..." She wasn't wearing her boot so she stood a few inches shorter than him. She moved her head up to the crook of his neck and breathed in with a smile. Amos was right, he has the scent of spicy jambalaya that's cooking over a campfire.

She sighed softly as he was rubbed soothing circles against her upper back, right in between her shoulder blades. "Right now Ally, I just want to move on with my afterlife and find my own little click within this Hellish Hierarchy of Overlords."