Alastor's Past | FNAF x Hazbin Hotel | Original

Chapter 17: The Story of the Radio Demon(s)

"So, I say we lure him into a trap and the angels will kill him."

"How do we lure him?"

"Human souls."

"No, he's not interested in that, he's not alive anymore."

"Isn't it common sense that souls are needed for every demon to become stronger? They could even overthrow the king if they had enough souls!"

"Excuse me."

"Oh, sorry, er, your highness."

"Hah, you pissbaby. Are you playing nice and apologising in hell?"

"Grandfather, that's enough."

"Well, yeah! He's the fucking King of Hell! I want to 'live'! Not die! Especially not in this situation surrounded by two weak clones that I despise."

"What the actual fuck did I do to deserve that?"

"Sonny, I was the one who gave you the chance to become an overlord! Who you callin' weak? Huh?"

"I think that's enough."

Everyone went silent, giving Lucifer some relief to turn back into his normal form. The fallen angel cleared his throat before gesturing to Alastor to speak.

"Right. So I say we lure him with myself."

"Attention seeking bitch."

"I'm going to crush that picture show head of yours if I hear your voice ever again." Growled Inmate 666.

Vox merely rolled his eyes. The planning stage of a scheme was definitely the hardest, especially when two demons like going at each other's throats for no reason. Lucifer deadpanned, clearly not wanting to here at the moment. The two demons stopped, frowning at each other in silence.

"Right..." Said Alastor. "His first objective here is to destroy me, as I have been the biggest threat to him the whole time."

"What about the other spawns?" Said Inmate 666, looking at Alastor.

"No, they don't pose a threat to him. They're vulnerable to getting manipulated by him so they're automatically out of the picture."

"The crybaby spawn needs to man up. He's a hopeless case."

"Grandfather, please don't."

"What? I'm just saying. Even the annoying spawn has proven to be more manly despite her being a girl. And younger too!"

Alastor facepalmed. Vox was confused at who the two were talking about, but he brushed it off, not interested.

"Ugh, nevermind." Said Alastor. "As I said, I'll lure him to the angel embassy."

"I'll negotiate with the angels." Said Lucifer, polishing the apple on his staff. "At least they'll be somewhat cooperative this time."

Inmate 666 laughed. "Angels, they're the worst! Never thought we'd ever negotiate with them!"

Laughs came from Alastor's staff in response. Vox silently cringed at how cheesy the laughs were. Inmate 666 smiled, his sharp teeth showing.

"Ah, seems like the spawn here has got some taste!"

"Shut up. I didn't laugh, this thing has a mind of its own." Alastor rolled his eyes, tapping on the staff's head.

"Really? I'm pretty sure it's a part of us!"

"What the fuck do you mean, 'us'?" Asked Alastor and Vox at the same time, before scowling at each other.

"Useless box head."