Hazbin Hotel Oneshots ✔

Melody: Alastor x Fem! Overlord! Reader

In the depths of Hell, where shadows danced to the tune of eternal damnation, there existed a realm ruled by darkness and chaos. Amidst this infernal landscape, you, an Overlord of unparalleled power, reigned supreme, your command over legions of demons unchallenged.

But even in the darkest corners of the abyss, there was one figure whose presence commanded respect and intrigue—the infamous Radio Demon, Alastor. With his enigmatic charm and diabolical influence, he was a force to be reckoned with, even by your standards.

One fateful night, as you surveyed your domain from the throne of your citadel, a whisper of laughter echoed through the shadows, heralding the arrival of none other than Alastor himself.

"Well, well, well," he chimed, his voice a melodic symphony that cut through the silence like a knife. "What do we have here? A powerful Overlord ruling over the depths of Hell. How intriguing."

You regarded him with a mix of curiosity and caution, well aware of the reputation that preceded him.

"Alastor," you acknowledged, your voice carrying the weight of your authority. "What brings you to my domain?"

Alastor's smile widened, revealing rows of sharp teeth that glinted in the dim light of your throne room.

"Oh, just a bit of curiosity, my dear Y/N," he replied, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. "I've heard whispers of your power and prowess, and I couldn't resist the opportunity to see it for myself."

You studied him carefully, sensing an underlying motive beneath his playful demeanor.

"And what do you hope to gain from this visit?" you asked, your tone laced with suspicion.

Alastor's smile never faltered as he circled you like a predator stalking its prey.

"Perhaps nothing at all," he mused, his voice a seductive whisper in the darkness. "Or perhaps...I seek an alliance. After all, in a realm as treacherous as this, it never hurts to have powerful friends."

The suggestion hung in the air like a promise of untold possibilities, and despite your instincts urging caution, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of intrigue at the prospect of joining forces with the enigmatic Radio Demon.

"Very well, Alastor," you conceded, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. "Let us see what harmony we can create amidst the chaos of Hell."

And with that, you and Alastor forged an alliance that would shake the very foundations of the underworld—a partnership born of darkness and ambition, fueled by the promise of power and conquest. As you stood side by side, surveying the realm that lay before you, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets the infernal symphony of Hell held in store.