The Radio Demon and the Star [Alastor Fic]

A Short-Lived Victory

2024

Wisteria

Wisteria spent the rest of the day with Alastor. They talked for hours. Sitting in silence occasionally, just enjoying the others company. The moth would catch him staring at her lips at time, and sometimes she'd be caught staring at his. They didn't say anything about their kiss. But they both wanted to do it again.

The moth wasn't sure what time she went to bed, the only thing on her mind was the radio demon. He made her head spin and her heart skip a beat. She wanted to stay by his side forever. Truthfully, that scared her. She had never felt this way before, yet she still didn't want the feeling to go away.

Alastor had walked her to her room that night, holding her hand on the way there. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand, and she wished it would've been on her lips instead.

Her bed felt a bit colder that night. The star found herself wishing the stag was beside her. She wanted to wake up in his arms again. She sighed as she hugged one of her pillows close to her. It was going to have to do for now.

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Wisteria woke with a start; a loud explosion rang through the hotel as the walls shook. She shot out bed, making her way to hotel lobby in a flash. Everyone was already there when she ran in. Her wings fluttered against her back as she watched the hole in the wall. Two figures stepped through the rubble; Vox and the sinner with the ram-like horns that Wisteria had seen before.

The hotel staff, all still in their pajamas aside from Alastor, took on fighting stances. Hatred burned in their eyes as they watched the TV demon. The moth wasted no time in changing into her demon form.

"You don't scare me, bug." Vox sneered. "You fucked up with that little... show of yours."

Radio static filled the air, Alastor now stood by the stars side, a murderous look on his face.

"How is that?" Wisteria asked. Golden threads extended from her fingertips. They circled around the overlord like snakes waiting to strike.

"I know all of your little tricks now, bitch." Vox stomped on one the strings. The golden thread just slithered out from under his foot, wrapping itself around his ankle. The moth stayed silent.

The TV demon opened his mouth to speak but was cut off as the threads pulled his feet out from under him. He groaned as he landed on his back. The sinner beside him merely glanced his master's way. His black eyes were glaring daggers at Alastor.

"You only know what I wanted you to know." Wisteria growled, stepping towards the overlord. "That show was a warning. Too bad you didn't understand that."

Golden strings had wrapped around Vox, pinning his wrist and ankles to the ground. The moth smiled as she watched the TV demon struggle to get free.

Laughter burst from the Hazbin staff. The star had kicked the overlord between the legs. His curses and threats were barely audible, covered by the laughter.

The joy was cut short, however, as the ram-like sinner charged towards Alastor. The golden strings pulled him to ground. He scrambled to his feet, charging again. This time the strings restrained him. Instead of being pinned to the ground, they hung him in the air by his wrist.

Everyone watched as the two intruders struggled. The curses that fell from their lips never ceased.

"You lost again." Wisteria learned over the overlord. She spat on his face, watching as disgust replaced the hateful expression. The moth spun on her heels as a scream echoed from behind her. Niffty was being held by her hair, with a knife to her throat.