Within the Hazbin Hotel's intimate lobby, Alastor gently placed Alafia's lifeless body on the plush couch. Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty, Charlie, and Husk gathered around, their faces etched with grief.
Alastor, as the Radio Demon, tuned into a sorrowful frequency. Soft jazz melodies filled the air, a melancholic serenade. The smooth sounds of saxophones and pianos enveloped the space, echoing the crew's heartache.
The dim lighting, warm glow of table lamps, and gentle music created a somber ambiance. The crew stood in silence, lost in thought, as the jazz ballads washed over them.
In the shadows, a mysterious figure watched, hidden from sight. A whispered promise echoed through the darkness: "Alastor, your pain will be my gain. The true battle begins now."
The crew, absorbed in their emotional farewell, remained unaware of the looming threat. Alastor's eyes never left Alafia's face, his heart heavy with sorrow.
As the final notes faded, the hotel's silence was palpable. The crew stood vigilant, guarding Alafia's memory, their bond stronger than ever. The mysterious figure's presence remained a hidden menace, waiting to strike...
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Déjà Vu | Fem OC x Alastor
Fanfiction27 year old Alafia starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his...
