𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

Oh baby pt 8

Alastor did what any sinner would do and went to the best person he could for advice. Rosie's emporium. He had faded into the back of her little store before righting himself and walking to the front. He sat at their usual table and conjured his favourite mug and some coffee. The demon needed something to pep up his step as all these thoughts circled his head. He couldn't help but feel he had betrayed a part of himself. The part he had respected to avoid anything but familial love, as he could not hate his mother. She was too sweet and had been through the monster of a man called his father. His first kill had been his own father, and he secretly hoped it would not be the same for Marie. His mother had been her namesake, and he hoped she would grow as sweet as her. He had been noticed immediately by Rosie, who was talking with Susan. Fucking Susan.

The discussion looked mildly heated on the elder's part, at least. As she waved her cane around, Alastor tried to listen in something about some -very colourful-worded- man in her neighbourhood walking around should be dead. Something about angel meat and how she deserves more when they get it when they get it in. Heaven hadn't cancelled the next extermination, but they postponed it for six extra months to apologize for the early one. It was also to entice Charlie at the time to ascend Adam. It was probably Adam that Susan was going on about, as the fallen first man wasn't exactly staying in the hotel like they had asked him to.

"Sorry about that, dear, Susan, you know?"

"Yes, Susan."

Rosie sips the tea she has brought and raises her eyebrow. "Anyways, Alastah, we both know you've been busy with your new baby, and I've been busy with cannibal town. Why are you here today?"

"Why can't I just be here for a visit? Marie has been lovely, by the way." Alastor leaned back, looking over his mug.

Rosie smiled back and continued sipping her tea, waiting for the other to feel ready to talk. Like this little song and dance of his was standard to her. He either had fantastic tea to spill, or something catastrophic had happened. Anything from Marie showing up to Vox being Vox, Rosie had heard it all. She was willing to bet it wasn't something small from how he acted. He was sitting slightly different than usual. For one, his legs were crossed at the ankle, and secondly, he had his 'Oh deer' mug in her emporium instead of one of her tea cups. He had previously mentioned how much he had loved her cups.

"Something may have happened, and I was both disturbed and may have also liked it."

"The only thing strange about that is that you actually found it disturbing."

Alastor looked into his mug and then at Rosie as he lowered it to the table and folded his hands together. "I crave Lucifer."

Her eyebrows shot up. "The king of hell?"

"No, the other Lucifer."

"Tsk, Alastah, you know better than to tease me. That is what my last husband did before I ate him." she smiled. "The details, if you would please?"

He signed. "I may have... Kissed him." She gestured for him to continue. "Well, I also may have drained him of all his blood."

"Recently? And you're here now, Again?" She put her own cup down. "Alastah, It's not abnormal for you to eat and or kill people."
"Oh, no, dear Rosie, he is still alive? Is that not clear? No, that was months ago." He sat up straighter. "I only just kissed him. Then I left."

"I did not take you for a kiss-and-tell type, but please, there must be more than you just kissing him and then leaving."

"There is not."

"Alastah, I know your mother raised you better than this."

"Excuse me?"

"You must stop running the moment something happens. Did you talk to him about this?"

"No, I came to you. Is it not expected to be happy and content with these... moments?" They were both leaning in, hands clasped across the table. He felt content and happy with Rosie touching him, but he had known her longer than most. It certainly helped that he had never found her attractive. That was a weird thought to him. He found the king of hell, father to his child, Lucifer, attractive. "I have never experienced this other than to kill. It works so well to use people like that."

"But you don't want to use him." Her smile grows, and she leans back and drinks her tea.

"No, I don't, but I should, my dear. He cries so well, the noises he makes. I need more of them." He leans more across the table, practically lying on the table to be closer. "They're nearly as sweet as his blood, Nearly." He leans back into his chair and grabs his hair. "I must be cursed."

"Nonsense."

"What else could be the cause?"

"Love."

"I don't love."

"Just because you never have does not mean you never will or can't. We both know you love me. You love Marie just like you loved your mother." She stood up and grabbed his hands, taking them from their pulling. She then lifts him up and hugs him. "You simply need to process. You have spent so long thinking one thing about yourself. You are learning again, my sweet deer."

'I do not need to learn. Nor do I want to."

She patted his hand as she released the hug. "Go kill a few bad little sinners, make a nice meal, then get back to your man. Don't eat him too much."

He rolls his eyes, picks up his mug, and places it into the shadows. "I do love our little chats, and I could use a bit to eat. Care to join me?"

"I could use some fresh meat, but alas, I wasn't actually done with Susan's most recent needs."

He hummed, "Okay, I expect you to visit soon."

"As soon as I get some things under control, I need to meet the baby!" She pushed the other out the door.

First, he gets some new screams, and then he would make a nice skillet with sweet corn to get Lucifer to....Talk.