Circus- A Hazbin Hotel Story

Dinner

Alastor's POV

Darkness surrounded me. Pure darkness. I haven't had enough time to process what just went down. It all happened so fast; you could say it was a figment of one's imagination. The room smelled like gasoline and cigarettes which gave me an odd comfort feeling. I was sitting on my knees, trying to reattach my head to my body and get a grasp of where I was. I reached for my staff but again, I couldn't see anything. I was about to cast a quick enchantment to bring light into the room until I felt something new around my wrist. It was heavy and clunky.

I'm chained.

I never really got a good look at whose eyes I met in the crowd. There was so many people dressed in bizarre clothing, and I was fixated on the fact as to why no one could see me. I would say something to a passing stranger and attempt to get ahold of their wrist, but to no avail, nothing was working. Then I felt this odd presence. It was familiar but peculiar at the same time. It felt as if Lucifer was on the street with me but again why would he be? Then I felt these pair of eyes, piercing into the back of my head. I turned around and started to follow this feeling until, before I knew it, I was sitting in this dark void, alone.

I tried to cast a spell until I gasped in pain. Something was restricting my magic. It felt as if my power was being absorbed to this chain. I tried again but the pain was so excruciating that I let out an audible yelp from my mouth.

As if on cue, a singular light bulb appeared right above my head, creating a circle of light around my limb body. I squinted, adjusting to the newly appeared light. I looked down at the object that was attached to me. The chain was not your average chain. You could tell it was charged with magic. Powerful, magic. I'm unfamiliar with what type it was, but whatever it was, it's preventing me from casting any spells, and was probably slowly killing me. It was a long, dark purple chain that vanished into the darkness outside the circle of light.

Suddenly, a low, nonchalant voice grabbed my attention.

"Alastor.. What a pleasure it is to finally put a face to the name".

I couldn't see who was talking. They had a thick, old accent, similar to Zestial's, but not really. It was a combination of a Southern accent with a hint of Irish added to it.

Any negative feelings I had before vanished. I was now intrigued.

"Ah so what do we have here? A fan, is it? Good golly how I adore my fans almost as much as I adore my hatred for dogs. If my right hand wasn't so occupied I might have gifted you with an autograph".

I cringed. As my magic was gone, I couldn't use my radio with my voice. God, I hated my regular voice. I can't wait to get out of these chains.

All I heard was a feminine chuckle come from the dark abyss.

"And he has a sense of humor. Curious" The mysterious voice took a pause then continued. "What is your business here on earth radio demon?"

I grunted as I tried another enchantment, but it did nothing as I was greeted with more pain.
If it was even possible my smile became deranged accompanied with my signature laugh

"Isn't that the question everyone would like to know? The great Alastor vanishes from Hell without a trace. Where is he now? Great story for a broadcast don't you think"?

It was rather difficult to have a conversation with someone I couldn't visibly see. I had been raised to look people in the eye and maintain a smile- regardless of the situation at hand. Not only did it allow me to maintain control of the situation, but it was also polite. Talking at nothing became more of a challenge than I anticipated, however, I didn't let it bother me.