Secrets of a Demon Heart || Alastor x Vox (RadioStatic) || Hazbin Hotel

Chapter 1

Everything hurt.

Alastor felt eyes on him as he waddled through the streets of hell, squeezing through the crowd as he forced himself not to cry out in pain every time somebody ever so slightly brushed his torso. He needed to get to Cannibal Town fast. He needed to find Rosie. She was the only person who could help him. The only person who wouldn't take advantage of his vulnerability.

Getting there was the hard part. Alastor didn't have enough strength to teleport to his desired location, only travelling half way there before his powers gave up on him. Right now, he felt as if he would collapse onto the ground at any given moment. But what would the citizens of hell make of that? He would be the laughingstock of the underworld. He was an Overlord, he was the Radio Demon. And so he needed to act like the almighty Radio Demon.

Yet, Alastor couldn't control how he stumbled and staggered as he walked. He tried to act normal, but his back was as straight and stiff as a board and his iconic smile was tight.

Worst of all, he could hear drones following him. Oh how he hated that stupid TV bastard. Always following and stalking him as if the TV Demon was a crazy girl in love.

"Pathetic," Alastor muttered in a shaky voice as he glared at one of the drones, but he didn't have the energy to destroy them as he would have liked to have done.

As he continued to walk, the Radio Demon felt blood beginning to ooze out of his suit again. He had stopped the bleeding before by ripping off a piece of his coat and tightly wrapping it around his torso where the Exorcist Leader had wounded him. The new found hatred for Adam that he adapted before the battle had only worsened. How had Alastor lost to that sloppy idiot? He couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself.

Alastor's body stiffened when he realised how the blood made his red clothes darker, making the wound much more noticeable. Panicking, but only a bit, he hurriedly made his way behind a building and into a dark alleyway. Thankfully, nobody was there but he could still hear the whirring of drones.

Not wanting to seem weak in front of his viral, he didn't have a choice but stand there like a clueless deer in headlights wondering how to get rid of the brainless Picture Box. Gripping his staff, he whipped around to smash the drone into pieces. Then he remembered how his staff had broken in two, and now it was too short to reach such a distance.

Humiliated, Alastor quickly retreated as he eyed the drone in annoyance, which moved left and right as if it was dancing around mockingly.

However, the sudden movement that he made in his attempt to destroy the drone only caused his wound to bleed even more, and the pain even worse. Alastor backed up against the wall and fell to the ground, gripping his staff tightly. His head hurt, and his eyes were blurry as a wave of dizziness overcame him. No longer having the energy to hide it, he allowed himself to collapse.

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"How is he still smiling...?" Velvette wondered aloud as she, Valentino and Vox were staring at an unconscious Alastor through the TV screen. Each of them had a controller in their hands, and each controller controlled a different drone. Previously, Valentino had suggested that the three of them play a game: whoever finds and gets to Alastor first, wins. And if you win you get to deal the finishing blow. It was their version of Mario.

Vox wasn't too interested, but after hearing the prize for winning he went all out. All the skills and techniques he had learned throughout the past few years kicked into gear, and surely enough he won.

Who knows how he manages to keep his facade going on 24/7," Vox said, rolling his eyes, but his deadpan expression didn't last long as he sprung up from his seat. "Anyways! I have business to attend to..." A deadly smirk growing on his face/screen.

The TV demon didn't waste any time. Hastily, he raced to the elevator.
"Wait! Voxxy! Thats not fair. I want to be there when you kill him!" Valentino shouted, and he too raced towards the elevator.

Just before the doors closed however, Vox yelled, "I'LL TAKE A VIDEO FOR YOU, VELVETTE! I PROMISE!"

Velvette could only wave a small farewell before sighing. "Idiots."

Vox and Valentino didn't need to walk too far before they reached the alleyway. It was much more dim than it was on camera, and the sinister pool of blood that could be seen through the darkness wasn't helping.

"I've seen a lot of scary shit, but this looks straight out of a horror movie!" Valentino said. "Be careful Voxxy. Who knows whats hiding in the shadows..."

"Oh please. We're overlords. Even if there are dangerous things in there, it's nothing that the two of us can't handle," Vox responded, using his screen/face to light up the way.

Vox would never admit it, but the TV demon was more worried about Alastor's condition than whatever might be lurking in the shadow's. He was surprised at his own thoughts, and he pushed them away. No. Alastor was his rival. He should be happy to see him bleeding out on the floor.

When they finally reached Alastor's body, they were surprised at just how vulnerable he looked. Even when unconscious, he was still smiling but it was a very small smile and it looked very weak. His ears were tightly pinned against his head, and he was curled up in a pool of his own blood like an injured animal. The two Overlords couldn't help but pity the Radio Demon.

"Well...uh. What are you waiting for, Voxxy? Kill him once and for all...!" Valentino cheered his friend on, but his voice was much less enthusiastic than before.

"Maybe...erm. Maybe we should take him back. Have a bit of fun with him, y'know?" Vox stopped when he saw Valentino smirk. "No not that kind of fun! I mean...mess him up a bit. Torture him a bit." Vox paused again when he noticed Valentino licking his lips. "No-...Valentino you are not fucking him..."

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!