Between Shadows and Flames

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Alastor and Charlie stood side by side in the grand throne room of their castle, surrounded by the powerful Overlords of Hell and Charlie's aunts and uncles. The room was filled with tension as they awaited the arrival of Charlie's abusive ex-fiance, Seviathan, who was currently in chains and being brought before them for his crimes while Velvette, a fierce demoness, and fashionista overlord oversaw the reconstruction of the Hazbin Hotel. Husk and Angel stood at either side of the throne, ready to intervene if needed. As Seviathan was brought before King Alastor and Queen Charlie, Al's ears flattened against his head, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Charlie, her belly swollen with their triplets, looked at Seviathan with a mixture of fear and anger. Seviathan, his eyes wild with rage, lunged towards Charlie, his chains rattling against the stone floor. Charlie flinched and let out a whimper, but before Seviathan could reach her, Al's shadows shot out and pinned him down. "You dare attack my wife?!" Alastor's voice boomed through the room, his eyes flashing with anger. Charlie, her topaz eyes filled with determination, looked at Seviathan and stated calmly, "You will be put to death for your crimes. You attacked a place of redemption and you attempted to harm the Crown. Your actions will not go unpunished." Seviathan yelled in protest, his face twisted with hatred. "You can't do this to me! I'll make you pay for this, you insolent wench!"But before he could say another word, Alastor raised a hand, silencing him. "You have committed unforgivable crimes against the Royal family of Hell. Your punishment will be swift and just." Charlie, her hand resting protectively on her belly, looked at Seviathan with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "I want him to suffer, Alastor. Make sure his screams are heard throughout Hell, but do not let our children hear. They are too young to witness such cruelty." Alastor nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Seviathan's defiant gaze. "I will make sure he suffers, my love. His screams will echo through the underworld, a warning to all who dare to harm those we hold dear." The atmosphere in the throne room of the castle was tense as Alastor stood beside his beloved, Charlie, who was carrying their triplets. The Overlords, Vox Zestial, Carmilla, Rosie, and Charlie's aunts and uncles watched as Seviathan, Charlie's ex-fiance, was dragged away by Husk and Angel. Seviathan struggled against his chains as he was taken to the Radio Demon's tower at the Hazbin Hotel, knowing that his fate would not be a pleasant one. Alastor could see the fear in Charlie's eyes as she watched her former lover being dragged away, and he knew he had to do something to ease her anxiety. Before he left to broadcast Seviathan's screams for all of Hell to hear, Alastor turned to Charlie, gently lifting her face to meet his crimson eyes. "My dear, you need to rest. Go snuggle with Liliana, Aurora, and Alarik. Razzle and Snazzle will watch over them," he said softly. Charlie tried to protest, but Alastor silenced her with a kiss, his love and concern for her evident in his touch. Reluctantly, Charlie nodded and made her way to their bedroom, where their children were sleeping peacefully under the watchful gaze of the goat dragons.
😈 Radio Tower at the Hazbin Hote😇
Alastor, the infamous radio demon and King of Hell, sat perched in his radio tower at the Hazbin Hotel, with his wife Charlie's abusive ex-fiancé, Seviathan, chained up before him. The green-clad demon writhed and struggled against his chains, fear evident in his eyes as he awaited his impending fate. Alastor's smile was predatory, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the tower. With a snap of his fingers, he conjured up a set of hunting knives, twirling them gleefully in his hands. Beside him stood his microphone staff, crackling with electricity. "I'm going to enjoy broadcasting your screams, snake," Alastor purred, his voice laced with malice. Seviathan's eyes widened in terror as he realized the full extent of Alastor's plan. The red stag demon's ears twitched, and his antlers began to grow in excitement as he moved towards the radio console. With a flick of a switch, Alastor's voice boomed out across the airwaves of Hell, his words dripping with menace.
"Greetings and salutations, sinners. This is your king, Alastor," he announced, his tone cold and commanding. "I would like this very special broadcast to serve as a warning to all who dare to cross the Hazbin Hotel, my family, or the Crown. "Seviathan let out a desperate cry as the knives descended, slicing through his flesh with cruel precision. His screams echoed throughout the tower, a chilling symphony of agony that sent shivers down the spines of all who listened. As the broadcast continued, Alastor's grin widened, reveling in the terror he was instilling in the hearts of Hell's inhabitants. It was a twisted game to him, a way to assert his dominance and strike fear into the hearts of those who dared to defy him. But as the screams faded and the broadcast came to an end, Alastor felt a twinge of regret.