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

Chapter 8

"Hey Alastor! How's your wound holding up?"

"Excuse me? What wound are you talking about?" Alastor's voice sounded from where the rest of the hotel members are sat. Everybody's eyes were on the red haired demon now.

Adam smirked. "Oh come on! You know what I mean. The one that you got when I plummeted my gigantic angelic axe into you from your chest to your stomach?" His voice was mischievous and taunting, clearly enjoying this.

"Sir...you have a wound?" Nifty whispered, wide eyed and concerned. Then she turned giddy. "Don't worry! I'll stitch it up! Lemme get my sewing threads!"

"Wait! Nifty dear, theres no need to worry. I am perfectly fine and I do not know what wound he is talking about," Alastor glared at Adam, who took several steps forward towards him. There was no denying how Alastor flinched and quickly made a step back as his ears flattening against his head. Embarrassment and anger engulfed him and he cursed himself for his action.

"Alastor..." Charlie mumbled, her eyes filled with concern. It wasn't just her. Everybody in the room was looking at the deer demon with confusion, worry and even pity. He hated it.

Suddenly the door barged open. "Charlie! I'm back from my walk! How are you doi- why the fuck are you back." It was Lucifer, the King of Hell, though he abruptly stopped midway in his sentence when he saw the Radio Demon. "Goodness you're actually alive. And woah what happened to your coat? It looks way better than your old one. But it still looks terrible an- HOLY SHIT!"

He jumped back, quickly clutching his hat. "What the hell happened to you!?"

Alastor tilted his head, confused. "What do you mean, your highness?" This was the first time he used Lucifer's title, but it sounded more like mockery than respect.

"Goodness I can literally sense the angelic power from here-!! You good?" the King paused when he saw the Radio Demon's death glare. "Wait- I wasn't supposed to say out loud that was I..."

"So it's true...Alastor does have an injury," Charlie stood up. "Does it not hurt at all? Adam said it was from your chest to your stomach!"

"Actually a bit larger than that." the former head exorcist added. "And it was a very deep wound. Trust me."

"What!? Oh my god oh my god Alastor are you okay!? Such a big wound...and it was from an angelic weapon! It must hurt like...like..." the Princess couldn't even think of words to describe it. Her eyes were wide and shiny from tears that threatened to come out.

"Hey, Charlie. Don't cry," Vaggie quickly got up to comfort her girlfriend then turned to Alastor's direction. "But if you want me to be honest, as a former angel I also sensed the angelic power. And it's pretty bad, Alastor. You should get it checked out by Lucifer."

Alastor was silent the entire time, but he quickly shook his head at Vaggie's suggestion. "I am fine, my dear. I managed to stitch myself back together and-"

"No you don't understand." Lucifer cut in. "Angelic power purify in your body and act as a poison towards demons. But angels cannot be killed by this poison because their body's are already 'pure'."

"It's only a tiny bit of angelic power. Even if it does purify or something, I will be perfectly fine." Alastor's voice would have been surrounded by static if it weren't for his broken staff which still needs fixing.

"Boss." Husk finally spoke up after he had enough of listening to his soul owner. "I understand that this is your decision and none of my business but please stop being a stubborn asshole. You will die if you do not allow Lucifer to help you." He feels like he is explaining this to a 3 year old.

"Husker..." Alastor sounded sinisterly calm, but Husk could almost hear the anger behind those words.

"Alastor I know you hate Lucifer and I know you hate help but you will be wiped out of fucking existence if you do not let him help you." Husk pressed on, deciding to deal with the consequences later.

The tension in the air was thick as everybody held their breaths, waiting to see how this whole ordeal between the Radio Demon and his pet would play out. And Husk felt like he was going to faint from relief when he heard what his boss had to say.

"...fine."

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"You stitched these stitches yourself?" Lucifer asked. He and Alastor were currently in the public bathroom as he tried to sort out the gigantic wound on the radio demon's chest.

"Yes." He answered.

"...really?"

A pause. "No."

Lucifer laughed at the reply, which caused Alastor to wince as a finger grazed against the bloody slash on his torso. "Who stitched you up?" he asked.

Alastor was reluctant to respond. "Why do you ask?"

"Because they did a pretty good job at it." Lucifer said, then looked up. "Whoever did it, you should thank them. If it weren't for them, you would have lost so much blood which would also make the angelic power kill you faster.

"How?"

"I'm no doctor but I do know that theres this thing in demon blood that fights anything that is a threat to the body, which includes angelic power. Of course it always fails to defeat such a powerful substance, but it does slow down the poisoning process. So you should thank the person that stitched you up or else you most definitely would have died from either blood loss or poison," Lucifer explained.

Alastor thought about the person that found him and rescued him - Vox. And how he now owes the stupid Picture box for saving his life which is a lot of debt.

"Alright done. The angelic power should be all out now," Lucifer said after what felt like an entire decade.

Alastor just looked confused. "You said it was going to hurt badly?"

"It was numbed, but don't worry. It will hurt like a bitch when the numbing goes away."

"Numbed?" the red haired demon questioned.

"Yes. The bartender Musk-...Nusk? Whatever. He put a numbing tablet thing in your drink earlier to prevent pain," Lucifer answered. "You should thank him too. Otherwise believe me when I say you would be screaming your lungs out from the pain."

Alastor did not like the sound of that. Not only the potential pain he could have felt but also the fact that now he owes 2 people - his rival who saved his life and his pet who saved him from complete and utter humiliation.

One at a time...he told himself. But now he has an excuse to see Vox again. Wait...what am I thinking!?

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I didn't want to write the iconic chapter when Alastor screams in pain from angelic power as Lucifer tries to remove it so I wrote a less painful version. This would also help contribute to the future and some future (platonic) relationships - for example Alastor and Husk