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

🥀 Going back home 🥀

~ THEM 💕 ~

"... Do you think you scared them off?" Stella asked hesitantly as she turned her head back and forth to take a glimpse around the setting. Roughly an hour or two passed, and yet there was no food or service.

Alastor chuckled in response, placing his hand on his chest, "Haha, perhaps! But I would not worry."

She lifted her brow, "What do you mean? We have no food," she glanced downwards at the bare table before her. Before she could address anything more, or perhaps that the napkin on her lap was crooked, a white clean table cloth draped over the wood as a wide selection of appetizers appeared.

"I guess I'll take matters into my own hands, "
He gently took a small chicken wing and held it in between two fingers, "Chicken?"

Stella chuckled, "Sure! I shall sample some if you don't mind."

"Not at all," he smiled as he pushed the plate toward the middle of the table.

...

"Huh?" Angel wiped his eyes with the surface of his wrists as he glanced around the dark room. He counted in his head silently,
Charlie, Husk, Vaggie, Niffty, Me-
"Where is Al and El?!" He quietly announced as he stood up, only to kneel down again, lifting the bed sheet covers from the ground, "Al could-a not have fallen under here, huh?"

A faint sleepy grunt emerged from under the bed, which brought The Spider to grin, " Sorry to disrupt ya, Nugs."

The little piglet opened his eyes, emitting a faint pink glow for a split second until he turned the other way and instantly fell asleep.

Angel let go of the covers and grabbed onto the door handle, not having to put any effort into turning the handle since the door by itself creaked open.
"Shut up!" He called to the door as if it was going to respond, "Ya gonna wake the others!"

He crept out of his room, finding himself in the dark unlit hallway, despite some Christmas lights wrapped around certain doorframes.

"This shit's creepy," he admitted to himself as he ventured out further into the hallway, "And I swear to god- if this is some prank Al and El are pullin' it ain't funny! I don't want to get lost again. Running away from shadows ain't a fun game, I tell ya."

Angel found himself on the tall stairwell that led to the lobby. He glared down, not noticing anything odd in particular.
"Hmm," he pondered aloud, "Maybe they are jammin' in the showroom? I doubt Al'd go out in the cold with her- and at this hour?" The spider began to walk across the stairs and towards the showroom, feeling obligated to find them, or at least get a clue to as where they were.

...

"Wow!" Stella gently patted the corners of her lips with a napkin she had placed on her lap before, "This was amazing! Thank you,"

"Ah, it was nothing." Alastor exclaimed cheerfully as he cleaned the table with the snap of his fingers, "Now, we should head back to the hotel before we get caught past our curfew."

Stella chuckled, "Ooh, we will be in big trouble then,"

"Indeed," they laughed together as he took her hand to help her stand. He snapped his fingers again, making their coats and winter attire appear, already fastened over them.

Stella gasped lightly, turning to the table once more to pull out a fresh napkin from a quaint metal dispenser.
"You have a little something," she declared lightly as she dabbed the napkin on Alastor's cheek, which made him emit a cheerful playful melody.

"Ooh, thank you," he smiled, gently placing his hand on the surface she cleaned after she removed the napkin from his face.

She gave him a relaxed smile as the two headed out of the diner and out into the cold, which by now felt even more chillier. Her joyous expression instantly faded into a stiff smile that clenched her jaw together tightly as if breathing through her mouth would make her even colder.

"Come," Alastor took her hand quickly as he progressed onto the other side of the road with her, "This way will be faster,"

"You aren't cold?" She asked him amidst faint breaths, trying not to inhale any cool air.

"Hmm, maybe a little bit. But I'll manage," he confessed as the two walked past a lamppost until they were face to face with an alleyway, "Now stay close,"

"Ooh?" She couldn't finish her response for as they already entered into the narrow setting, the light yellow light faded away behind them with each shallow step they took. Stella glanced around, seeing hands of all shapes and forms begin to reach toward them from the darkest shadows of the alleyway.
"Al?"

"It's okay," he placed his hand over her shoulders, pulling her closer to his side, "You are with me," he enunciated loudly with a smile that glowed faintly along with his eyes while peering around the area as if making eye contact with everyone who resided there.

"If they dare lay a hand, let alone a finger, on you, Darling, they will have a little conversation with m̸͎̌e̸̘̐."
His voice echoed with a hint of static, instantly making all the nearing hands cower back into the darkness. Even Stella felt a shiver crawl up her spine, and this one wasn't from the cold.

He would protect me?