𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

pt 2

"Dear, I know you are capable of doing many things but... Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you on this?"

Rosie was aware that her tone of voice had sounded with more concern than she could have experienced in all the years she found herself living in the same hell. And even years ago when she was still an human with the only concern that the police would not discover her kitchen full of fresh half-eaten corpses or the pot in which she placed the severed ears for her special soup, which at that time had become famous enough among its people for its undeniable taste of glory.

But beyond the killings and the lack of empathy that had been accentuated in her being since she died, Alastor's presence had managed to make a difference by making her feelings of eagerness to chat and spend a pleasant time with someone that it was not a future meal or a person from the city seeking her advice, increase every time she had the luxury of seeing him at the meetings for the overlords or when both met to have tea together accompanied by those melodies of their time emitted by the old record player from home. Chatting about everything and at the same time nothing. Sharing their particular tastes for bloody meat while imagining all the recipes that could be created.

Really... Alastor was like the son she never had. And she appreciated him more than many things.

That's why it hurt her to see him in that state. Submerged in a vat of blood whose taste had not been appetizing enough for the other cannibals to consume it along with the flesh of the corpses to which it once belonged, and which now, given the situation, acted as running water.

Her dark eyes widened with terror as he saw that the liquid mixed with the Radio Demon's own blood every time he suffered a spasm that forced him to dig his claws into the marble edges while keeping his head drooping and his ears back. letting out small sounds of static through his indelible smile that seemed more tense than ever.

But still, despite the pain, he raised his head a little to observe her with a calm that many found terrifying.

"Thank you, my dear," he said with the same frequency as always, as if he weren't hunching his back further so that Rosie wouldn't be able to see the wound in his chest that he had already tried to sew over and over again with no hope of it closing. "But I can do this alone"

The woman grimaced, she wasn't sure about it, and the demon in her tub didn't seem to be either, despite the fact that her words sounded with as much confidence and conviction as if she were talking about making contracts or eliminating someone for the pure pleasure of seeing viscera scattered and fear in those eyes.

Sighed. As much as he wanted to stay, Alastor had the last word, and if he said he could do it alone, it was because he could do it alone. And she was sure of it. Not for nothing was he considered the greatest terror within those of his status

"Of course" she said defeated as she headed for the door, but remaining silent at the last second with the knob in her hand. He turned, reviewing for the last time that the room had all the metal devices to tear flesh and muscles that it possessed until he dropped his dark gaze on that reddish head that looked down again while rising and falling according to the waves of pain. She smiled shallowly, making a hinged sound as she opened the door fully and left the room. "Remember, I'll be out here."

"I'll keep it in mind... "

And the door closed. Leaving him alone.

Completely alone.

When he was aware of this, he quickly raised his head, revealing his panic-filled eyes and the growing tension at the corners of his smile that trembled in the same way that his body did. Blood continued to ooze through the torn seams of his chest wound, making the palpitations feel like continuous stabbings.