Hazbin Hotel 31 Day One Shot Challenge

Day 3 - I Loved You Before I met You

This one is where Alastor was already dead, but Angel was still alive. Alastor had been proclaimed as the serial killer after he was found dead. His picture was passed around in the newspaper and that paper landed in the hands of Anthony who read about Alastor's targets, and what he had been like. He fell for the image of Alastor and wished that he had been alive to take out his father.

Also, have no idea how old they were when they died, but they died tenish years apart. (Alastor died in 1933, Angel died in 1947). Both said in their mid 30s, but that is just speculation(did find one site saying that Alastor died at the age of 33). So for ages here, it doesn't really matter.

Anthony sat in his room, holding his arms together. He lived alone, away from his family. Sure he saw his family every day as his father wanted him to take over the family business, but that meant he had to cut ties with his sister. Without his twin, he felt lost, alone, and he didn't have anyone who understood him. Things would be so much better if he wasn't born into this family, or even if his father was to just drop dead.

Anthony thought about it many times, what it would be like if his father had been killed. The young man had come across an article ages ago about a serial killer. Now, Anthony had looked into other serial killers before, out of curiosity if he could find the courage to take out his father, but in the end, he was too much of a coward.

Not to mention, the serial killers he had looked into were already dead. If only they had managed to kill his father before they were caught or killed.

Anthony had read most of the articles he could find, but there was always one he always came back to. This man named Alastor Hartfelt. He was a serial killer in Louisiana and to Anthony, he was perfect. He killed people who had wronged others. The article said the first person he had killed was his father. A man Alastor claimed to be a bad man and hurt him and his mother. He had killed him when his father had been drunk out of his mind and began to beat his wife. Alastor, seeing as he had acted to protect, was given a light sentence from that act.

It was from that point on, his killings had begun to go up. Anthony got a chill up his spine when he read about how Alastor would kill his victims and at some point even began to have a taste for their flesh. Even with that, Anthony knew that he would feel safe by the man's side.

The sadistic radio host was one he could admire. If only his time wasn;t cut short in life. Being killed while hiding his latest victim's body. A tragedy that Anthony had to lose a hero he had yet to hear of.

The young mob boss had Alastor's picture secured in a safe. It was there to provide him comfort with his own fantasies when things were low. Even when he was higher than the clouds, he would find himself wishing he could have met the murderer. To him, he was a hero.

It didn't matter that they were a few years apart, that he had a taste for human flesh. To Anthony, it didn't matter that he killed people. Hell, he was having to kill people for different reasons. He didn't have a choice like Alastor did.

Part of Anthony knew that if his father was to find out about this, it would only lead to more trouble, so the only one he had ever told was Molly. His dearest sister. His twin tried to be there for him, but it was only getting harder. Anthony looked at Alastor's photo, and even managed to find some of the man's broadcasts. The 1930s was still experimenting with recording sounds, but they did have a few that were saved. It was hard to get his hands on them, but Anthony wanted to hear Alastor's voice.

When he did hear the soothing voice of the Louisiana man, he was whisked away to his own world. One where Alastor was his hero. One where Alastor had come down from the Bayou just to take him away from this awful world that he was being raised in.