Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel One Shots

Chapter Seven: RadioDust: Two Lost Hearts

5:09 am
Hazbin Hotel- Alastor's room

It's been eighty years. I still cannot find you. We promised each other. Don't you remember? January 21. Our anniversary. Anthony... We promised each other. ... I miss you. I still love you. I hope I can find you one day, my dear. -RD

Alastor sighed, setting his quill down and cracked his boney fingers as he looked outside his bedroom in the hotel. It had been almost eight decades since he was killed by a hunter and since then, he had been searching day and night for his beloved Anthony. He wasn't even sure if he ended up in Hell or not. Forcing a smile, Alastor dawned his tailcoat and teleported down into the lobby, scaring Angel Dust in the process who had just come home. About to make a smart remark, he didn't. Something about the look in his eyes seemed familiar, almost haunting. He shook it off and gently slipped past the spider sinner, walking out into the crisp air of Hell. Humming a simple tune as he walked down the streets of Pentagram City, he soon found himself in Cannibal Town, eyes turned to radio dials when he saw a few dead sinners and immediately feasted on them. He was hungry and he knew he needed to feed that hunger but... He felt horrid afterwards. He hadn't meant to do that. Sitting back on his knees, he let his smile fade, hands shaking as he got several flashbacks for the first time in decades. He looked up when Rosie placed a hand on his shoulder and gently led him towards her shop, helping him get washed up.

"... I am terribly sorry, Rosie. I.. I do not know what came over me to attack your people," he said, sipping on the cup of tea he was handed. The cannibal woman just smiled.

"It's alright, Al. ... Wha'sa matter, hun? You're never out of the sorts like this," she said gently, handing him his tailcoat that she had fixed up for him. The radio demon sighed quietly, looking at his pointed shoes, setting the tea cup down, the sinner then took his gloves off and set them down on the table beside him. There, on grey and red and scarred limbs, rested a silver ring, embroidered with blue sapphires. The radio demon took it off for the first time in nearly eight decades and handed it to his friend.

"Al... This is..." Rosie said, taking the ring with gentle hands. She knew what it was. She was there when Al got the ring. She knew what it meant to the demon beside her who was sitting with his head on his knee, staring at the fire that was ablaze.

"It's the engagement ring that matches Anthony's... I have looked everywhere, Rosie... I-I think he's in Heaven... He's an angel anyways. He is my angel..." Alastor said with a sigh, taking his ring back and slipped his gloves back on, as well as his tailcoat. He cleared his throat, the static and old timey filter laced his voice once more.

"Lovely as always, my dear. Until we meet again." He smiled at her before going off into the shadows. Rosie sighed, unsure how else to help her friend. She let him be, hoping that he'd be alright. She knew that in their time alive, Anthony and Alastor were inseparable. After a second's hesitation, she picked up the phone, dialling in I.M.P.

"Blitz speaking," said the voice over the phone. Rosie was familiar with the imp so she knew who he was. He was the Prince's lover.

"I need a favour. Your business can track down people, right?"

".... Kind of. Why?"

"My friend, Alastor-."

"The Radio Demon."

"Yes. He's been looking for someone for over ten decades."

"Well... We can try. Need a name for the guy he's lookin' for."

"Anthony. Anthony LeCroft, I believe, was his last name." She heard rustling in the background, then an angered sigh.

"Sorry, Ro. Nothin' for ya.'

"Thank you anyways, my dear," she said, hanging up the phone and opened the shop, getting the day started. She hoped Alastor could find his true love again. She knew how happy he was with Anthony.

"Oh, Al..." she sighed, hoping he'd be able to find Anthony again.

***

After getting back from Cannibal Town, and his visit with Rosie, he was back in the hotel. He walked through the front doors of the Hotel, humming in reply when Nifty called his name. He was nursing an oncoming headache. He looked at the smaller sinner and offered a gentle smile. Husk looked over at the radio demon. It was rare to see the sinner without a smile on his face so he knew something was up. He looked back when Angel sat down at the bar, groaning in pain.