Love In The Underworld

Ch 45: Bayou In The Bedroom

Alastor led Y/N to his room, his hand still gripping hers. As they entered, Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. The room was divided in half - one side was a normal hotel room, with a bed and dresser, while the other half was a bayou, complete with murky waters, twisted cypress trees, and Spanish moss.

Y/N's eyes darted between the two contrasting environments. "How...how is this possible?"

Alastor shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "I created it myself, after I arrived at the Hazbin Hotel."

Y/N's curiosity was piqued. "What made you do that?"

Alastor's gaze drifted off, his eyes clouding over. "I saw Charlie's picture show fiasco. The way she lit up the lobby with her enthusiasm...it reminded me of home. I missed the bayou, the way the cypress trees tower above the water, the way the Spanish moss hangs like a curtain of gray silk."

Y/N's heart went out to him. "You brought a piece of home with you."

Alastor nodded, his eyes refocusing on hers. "I used my power to create this bayou, to have a little bit of Louisiana with me, no matter where I go."

As they walked deeper into the bayou, the sounds of the hotel faded away, replaced by the sounds of the swamp. Y/N felt like she was a thousand miles away from the lobby, where Husker and the others were laughing and joking.

Alastor stopped at the water's edge, his eyes gazing out across the bayou. "Sometimes, I come here to think, to escape the chaos of the hotel."

Y/N stepped closer, her hand brushing against his. "I'm glad you showed me this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.