Alastor returned to the Hazbin Hotel, his expression a mask of calm. The weight of Carmilla's words lingered, however, casting a shadow over his thoughts. The impending arrival of Heaven's Exorcist Army threatened to upend the fragile balance of Hell's underworld.
As he entered the hotel, the familiar sights and sounds enveloped him. Charlie's laughter echoed from the lobby, mingling with Vaggie's banter and Angel Dust's antics. The warmth and camaraderie provided a fleeting distraction from the looming threat.
But Alastor's mind kept drifting back to y/n. He wondered if she sensed the danger, if she was preparing for the inevitable. Her smile, her laughter, and her unwavering spirit haunted his thoughts.
He made his way to his room, his steps quiet on the worn carpet. The door creaked shut behind him, and he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability. His gaze fell upon the blank walls, the emptiness echoing his feelings.
Alastor's thoughts swirled, uncertainty gnawing at his resolve. Could he protect her, protect them all, from Heaven's Exorcist Army? His usual confidence wavered, replaced by doubt and fear.
The shadows in his room seemed to deepen, echoing the darkness gathering outside. Alastor's eyes adjusted to the dim light, and he began to pace, his mind racing.
Suddenly, a faint knock broke the silence. Alastor's instincts flared, his senses on high alert.
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Love In The Underworld
FanfictionY/n arrives at the hazbin hotel hoping to redeem herself. Until she meets a certain radio demon. Will she be redeemed or will she remain in hell?
