𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

A king and his demon pt 1

AN : Alastor is not helpless. Alastor is capable of taking care of himself. Alastor is in desperate need of a certain King of Hell's particular skill set in order to function properly.

Lucifer is unusually happy to lend a hand.

Set after the events of the season 1 finale.

*Eventual smut starting in chapter 8!*

Alastor could feel the itch before any physical signs of shedding had started. It put him in a sour mood that no one wanted to be around. The Radio Demon's presence had never been particularly pleasant, but this was nearly unbearable. Even Niffty had taken to hanging around Husker to avoid the demon.

He wasn't trying to be so horrid; he just hated shedding. His antlers were enough of a nuisance to begin with.

Charlie had tried to approach him about it in that sing-song way of hers.

"Alastor!" She called, resembling a songbird. "Can we talk for a minute?"
"Of course, darling," he forced out. Truthfully, he wanted to go off and disappear for as long as it took for this god-awful process to be done and over with. But it was not an easy task to blow off the princess of hell.

"I have noticed that you are...a teensy bit more irritable than usual this week," she said delicately.

"I don't know what you mean!" He lied easily. "I think I'm always this miserable to be around."

"Ah...I disagree." Charlie nervously twisted the hem of her jacket as she visibly steeled herself. "I've had more than one person ask me if you're okay. Normally I wouldn't pry in your business-"

"Yes, you would."

Charlie huffed. "Okay, yes, I would, but I would try to let you figure this out on your own. But..." She swallowed hard. "In all honesty, you're making us miserable."

Alastor bit back the retort that threatened to burst forth and make this all worse. She was doing her job. He clearly has not. As the facility manager of the hotel, sulking around and snapping at anyone and everything was not in his job description.

"I will try to tone it back." Alastor attempted to excuse himself, but a gentle hand on his arm stopped him. Charlie was looking at him with tender eyes, her worry bleeding through.

"Alastor, I know you can handle yourself just fine. But I am always here for you. Please let me help you if you need someone-"

"Thank you, Charlie, but as you said, I will handle my issues myself." Something caught his eye, a flash of movement from behind the princess. A short man that Alastor had no interest in dealing with at this time appeared, looking at the two of them with thinly-veiled curiosity.

"What are you two up to?" The king asked jovially. Alastor's control on his temper was getting dangerously weak.

Charlie smiled sweetly at her father before glancing cautiously at the Radio Demon. "Alastor is-"

"-doing just fine," Alastor finished for her, having had his fill of this conversation. He turned to leave when Niffty scurried up his shoulders, seemingly running from something and using him as a shield. She grabbed his antlers to steady herself as she squealed, Husk hot on her heels. Alastor grimaced and grunted in pain, grabbing the tiny demon and throwing her in Husk's direction. The demon barely caught her and stared at him with wide eyes, shocked at his treatment of the girl who he normally treated with his own odd version of adoration.

Everyone was staring at Alastor. No one made a sound.

Alastor's control finally snapped. His full-demon form began to break through, his vision growing dark and thoughts clouding over. "̷̯̂Ĭ̴͙ ̷̤͂ą̸̳̆m̸̫̽̏ ̶̤́f̸͈̿̉ì̴̡͖̕n̶̠̖͆̚e̵̲̎!̶̗̑̀"̸̦̆