Alastor was walking home from the Overlord meeting when a sweet and sulfery smell caught his attention. His eyes widened as he began to follow the aroma, his heels clicking against the pavement.
In the alley was a radiant, warm, shrimpy bowl of that spicy jambalaya.
"Great googley moogley." Alastor whispered huskily to himself. He approached the jambalaya and licked his lips. With his very courteous and gentlemanly manners, he introduced himself with that sexy, hot, scrumptious, radio voice of his. "Hello, m'lady. My name is Alastor, the Radio Demon." The bowl of jambalaya turned around, replying,
"Hello. My name is jambalaya-chan." Alastor chuckled and held his hand out for the jambalaya to take. "I don't have hands, you fucking idiot." It snapped. Alastor shrugged and picked the bowl up.
"I'm taking you home with me." He proceeded to float in the air and use his telekinetic powers to arrive back to his home, the Horny-I mean, Hazbin Hotel.
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The Forbidden Love-Alastor x Jambalaya
Hài hướcThe epic tale of a kleptomaniac and his favorite food.
