The Radio Demon's Soulmate ¥ Alastor Hazbin Hotel

Chapter 2

I'm left breathless as the demon extends his gloved hand towards me. Time felt slow as I processed his prominent features. He had an unnaturally large smile with sharp yellow teeth. His hair was like nothing I've ever seen before. He had red-tipped tufts that I wasn't sure were ears. The worst part is that he felt so familiar.

"Come on, sweetheart," the demon beamed down at me, "this is a joyous day." His radio-like voice felt chilling. His grin remained but his eyes slanted at my lack of response. I'm not ready to see my fate. If he doesn't want me harmed, clearly he wants to use me. I couldn't stop gaping up at him as well. They really did summon a demon, and I'm alive to witness it. "We need to talk, Danika."Him saying my name made me feel more awake. The anticipation started to ebb away.

"What- why am I here?" I ask shakily, but I don't move. His red eyes were eager.

"That's what I want to talk about with you, my dear," he responds with unwavering enthusiasm, "I intend no harm."

"But what will happen when I get out of this coffin?" I shoot back stubbornly.

He sneers at me and shakes his head. "It's not like your future will change if I tell you. You can't stay in there forever." He's right. If we actually are going to talk, it'll give me more time think of an escape. There's no other option. Maybe he can't leave this place.

"Okay, fine," I finally agree without meeting his slits for pupils. I slowly rise my arm from the coffin and slip my small hand into his large one. I  thought holding his hand would be terrifying, instead, the familiar feeling came back. I finally meet his pleased eyes.

"Good girl, it's going to be alright," he says in humming tone.

I glare up at him as he helps pull me up, "I'm not a feral animal to be tamed."

"I'm sorry, dear," he said quickly and then chuckled to himself, "I thought you would like it."
Heat rises to my cheeks. His demeanor there was confident, and I shouldn't like it. I'm now sat up and can see the upper half of him. He wore a red pin-stripe suit and held a can that looked like a demonic mic. Suddenly he grabs me from my waist and lifts me up.

"What are you-" I begin to shout, but he swiftly sets me down. I truly realized his height now that he was fully in front me. The demon had to be at least seven foot.

"See, darling, I could've harmed you, and here you are, safe," he announces smugly and gestures towards my figure. There is no way I could run now. He's too close to me.

"Please tell me why I'm here," I beg defeatedly and cross my arms around me.

"Let's sit," he chirps and snaps his long fingers. A red couch that looks fitting to be in a creepy cemetery appears out of thin air. There was a slight vintage pattern of deer and flowers on it. I take a step back and lean back too far against the casket. When I start to fall in, the demon is immediately in front of me, pulling me forward into his chest. He was warm. "Be careful, love."

He lets me go, and an emptiness begins in my chest. The demon must be messing with me. I look up and notice the smirk on his face while he watches my confusion. He continues to walk towards the ghost-couch and smoothly sits down. The creature crosses his legs and leans back. His expression looked like he wanted to devour me.

I slightly shake my head and slowly make my way towards him. After a pause of hesitation, I gingerly sit the farthest possible away from him on the love-seat.

"I feel familiar, don't I?" He smirks while staring ahead me.

"Is it because of what ever ritual my friends did?" I ask and scrunch my brows.