The Night a Sinner Kissed an Angel: A Hazbin Hotel AU, OC x Canon Story ❤️

✨ "Such a lovely evening we are having, hmm?" ✨

~ this is the closest image I could find to show where I see them being at the moment- only it would be dark and there would be a skylight that allows moonlight to vaguely shine through ~

Well, hello gentlemen." Alastor spoke with sudden confidence as he left the freezer room to face the three men alone, "Such a lovely evening we are having, hmm?"

"Hands in the air!" One of the men called, pulling out a shiny metallic object that shone brightly under the glow of the moonlight of which peered in through the cracked ceiling.

Slowly bringing his hands to his head, Alastor quickly glanced around the area, spotting a couple of cameras that lingered in the darkest corners of the room. With the slightest gestures, the lenses of the cameras cracked, filming only static and a sound so disrupted and unclear, the sound of screams and uncanny cries would never be able to be distinguished apart.

Alastor chuckled, "Gentlemen, Gentlemen," he took a step forward, causing the three to hesitantly step back.
They are afraid...

The sound of the weapon cocked loudly, "Watch it! Or- or I'll blow your head off!"

"Oh? That's all you could think of to say? How uncreative of you," Alastor grinned, keeping his composure bold. The other two men who stood beside the one who held the weapon glared at each other, "If you are going to threaten me, do it properly. Or else I might just have to present a demonstration."

Why is he not scared?
Three against one.

"Hmm," Alastor closed his eyes, "No response? Amusing..."
He let out a slow chuckle, "Then let us settle things... perhaps, my way? With a little bit more... pazazz!"
He raised his hand, creating a faint red aura to appear around the weapon that the man in the middle held so proudly in his hand.

His grasp loosened as his expression fell flat, "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Nothing," Alastor teased, "I'd say 'Smile for the Camera'- but there are none to witness what is going to occur..."

"What?!" The man looked at Alastor, his eyes wide with fear as the weapon began to shake in his hand without control.

~ ⚠️ Graphic ⚠️ ~

"... Smile," Alastor opened his eyes, revealing a dark crimson glow in his eye that sparkled with fire as the weapon by itself lunged straight onto the man's face. From pure metal, it moulded and shifted forms. The barrel snarled. With sudden sharp fangs, it began to tear into the man as if feasting on a long-awaited meal. The man tried to scream. His voice shrilled as he fell onto the ground, banging his head against the tiled floor, desperate to take the possessed monstrosity off his face.

He fell silent.

Two against one.

The two men looked at each other, horror spindling upon their faces as they both simultaneously turned their heads to face Alastor- but he was not there.
All that remained in his spot was the faint glow of his eyes and a shadow that carved his silhouette into the wall.

"Hey?!" One of their voices called out, ending with a stern shake. The two of them glanced around, their flashlights in their hand barely keeping aim at their surroundings. They put their backs together, in fear that the furniture and machinery around them would turn against them.

"I feel slight pity for you both," a voice echoed around them with an eerie tone. It was distorted, heavily, "But I can't let you two off the hook now..."

"We won't say a word-" one of them called again.

A chuckle lured the two closer and closer to a large machine that quietly buzzed in the dark of the room. A sound that hummed with broken pauses with each flash of the tiny light on its side.