@Inshun drew this for me, and I love it!!!
Meanwhile, in the Hotel's Lobby
Alastor's P.O.V:
I was drinking my black coffee from my 'Oh Deer' mug and sitting on the couch, thinking about how my Little Lamb looked in that dress. I haven't seen her in anything like that since we were alive. It showed off her beauty, especially her thighs. I miss seeing those plumb thighs of hers. I remember how I used to lay my head on her thighs whenever I was having a bad day, and she would run her fingers through my hair, even let me gently bite her thighs, and how she tasted every time. Would she let me do it, and how would she taste? Would she taste even better?
I shook my head to eliminate that filthy thought and put my mug on the table before I heard Angel say, "Hey, Smily! Look, Amber's on TV! She's got some pipes on her. I thought this show wasn't going to be live." I looked over at the picture box and felt my eye twitching before I saw the same blog that Noisy Picture Box used. I summoned my cane, using parts of my tentacles to destroy the Picture Box quickly. "OI! Alastor, what the fuck?! That's our third TV! We can't afford another one! I don't want to keep cleaning your messes because you got jealous!"
I heard Ian yell, and I chuckled before I looked at him and said, "Well, Ian, I don't have to explain myself to you. Let's say that I didn't like how My Little Lamb was being shown to everyone because of a clout-chasing mediocre video podcast. Besides, we don't need a Picture Box anyhow. I am the best entertainment anyone could ever have. I am not jealous. I am simply protecting what is mine."
Ian groaned and rolled his eyes before cleaning the broken Picture Box. I never understood why my Little Lamb took this Boy under contract. The Boy always speaks so low of himself and never talks to anyone. He seems to be the definition of depression, and I may love seeing others miserable, but this is way too much even for me. I would have killed him for boring me so quickly if he were under me.
"Excuse me, I was told I could find a Ms Amber." I looked at the Hotel's front desk and chuckled to see The Charon with her followers. I had heard of her and knew she was a cult leader. I don't understand why she's looking for my Little Lamb, but I better watch The Charon. I walked over and chuckled before I said, "Well, My Little Lamb is out, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind waiting for her in the lobby, correct?" The Charon looked at me with a smile and nodded before one of her followers, a Doberman with clipped ears wearing a suit, got in front of her, making my ears twitch for a second. He growled at me as if trying to warn me to stay away from the Charon, but I wouldn't back down. Even if it's a dog, protecting another Overlord like myself.
"Now, Now. We wouldn't want to do anything to cause any problems, correct?" I said, looking at this Mutt with a deadly glare. The Mutt growled more at me before I gripped my cane tightly and chuckled at him. The Charon giggles and holds the Mutt's arm before looking at me and saying, "Hi! You're the Radio Demon. I'm going to call you Mr Radio! I'm Cerrubii, but you can call me The Charon! I'm sorry if follower River is being rude. I was hoping to meet Amber! I heard she makes the best cakes!" I looked at The Charon and raised an eyebrow at her before chuckling and said, "Yes, well, she's out. But she should be back in a few minutes. You don't mind waiting for her, yes?"
"I don't mind waiting at all. I can't wait to try her desserts! Is it true that she makes the best cakes in Hell?"
"Of course. My Little Lamb makes the best cakes you will ever have. But I prefer her strawberry tarts, however." I said, guiding The Charon to the kitchen. I turned to see the Mutt following us before I glared at him and looked back at The Charon. If I have to deal with that, Mutt, I will wait long enough until My Little Lamb returns.
30 minutes later, in the Hotel's Lobby
Amber's P.O.V:
"What's going on? What happened to the TV, Ian?"
YOU ARE READING
A Chef and Radio Demon (Hazbin Hotel fanfiction Alastor x OC)
FanfictionI sometimes wonder if I went down the wrong path. I believed in a higher power, thinking it would protect me when I felt the lowest, but only the devil answered me. A monster. at least that's what people called him. but I called him my Radio Star. h...
