The Radio Demon's Soulmate ¥ Alastor Hazbin Hotel

Chapter 3

Hey everyone! Thank you for reading <3. Here is the inspiration for Danika. I imagine her to be curvier, and her hair to be a bit darker.

Enjoy Folks!

New Orleans, August 30th, 1925

Alastor always loved a strong drink after a slaughter. It was part of his routine. First he built up his ego by hosting his radio show in the late-afternoons. Afterward he would find his pre-chosen victim. He had a code for who he picked to kill. It was mostly people who were rude to him or the elderly. They were always someone he found to be a degenerate. Some would probably say he is taking it too far, but the release was addictive.

After the clean up, he always ended up at some speakeasy. Usually the one Mimzy played at, but he wasn't in the mood for her gawking. He decided to go to the the newest underground club, the Bayou Speakeasy. Alcohol had been illegal for five years now, so he had to be low-key when entering. He was used to lurking.

Everyone greeted him as he entered the establishment. He was accustomed to the attention. He had been a famous radio-host for several years now. Many women threw themselves at him, but Alastor was never interested. He was attracted to few ladies in his lifetime, which made him doubt love was in his future. How would he hide his habits? While he lived for the attention, he kept everyone at arm's length.

"Alastor, my dear, what a sight to see you here," someone cheers behind him. He whips around to see his life-long friend, Rosie. She was a magnetic socialite who Alastor enjoyed talking to.

"Dear friend! I'm relieved to see a familiar face, do you frequent this place often?" he grins at her.

"Well, I actually own the place. What do ya think?" she asks and opens her arms.

"It's just spectacular, darling! I'm expecting a perfect rye whiskey from you," he hums and gestures towards the bar.

"You know it'll be," she gushes and commands a drink from the bartender.

"What about the music? You know how particular I can be," he smirks and leans against the bar.

Rosie smirks at that question, "My girl doesn't disappoint. You'll see."

The bartender hands Alastor his drink. He takes a slow, confident sip. "It's delicious."

"Speaking of delicious," pipes up Rosie and nod towards the grand stage. Alastor didn't care to look up, instead he swished his drink around.

Then the sound of smooth, silvery voice started to sing. It was Everybody Loves My Baby by Jack Palmer. It was a hit song last year. "Everybody loves my baby. But my baby don't love nobody but me. Nobody but me..."

Alastor's head shot up. On stage was a gorgeous woman. He wasn't sure if it was her voice, but he felt drawn to her. Unlike what was supposed to be in fashion these days, the performer had thick curves and long hair. Her creamy blonde hair still was styled into hollywood waves. He liked everything about her. From her angelic lips to her rosy pink dress covered in tassels. It complimented her fair skin nicely.

Frowning, he noticed all the other men drooling over her. He already didn't like it. Alastor liked to be the best, have the best. He thought of how he would approach her.

"Cat got ya tongue?" He hears Rosy mock him.

Alastor rolls his eyes and replies, "That's how she'll feel after meeting me."

"Don't overwhelm her, Alastor. She's from a small town," she warns him but still smiles.

"I have nothing but good intentions," he hums and goes back to watching the captivating singer.