Ace in a Hole (Undertale x Hazbin Hotel)

Chapter 12

Short and timid. That's what the tiny spider demon who met with Alastor was, by all accounts. She was a short little thing, with perky pink hair and a distant stink of the lust ring to her. Twin pigtails single-handedly hold her outfit together, with a very parallel design carrying it further into acceptable fashion. Even if her clothing were, as many people in hell would describe it, whorish.

"Not many people commission human bodies from us for anything other than sex, so... so it was a bit of a, uh, weird request." Her hands slithered against one another, all six of them. Back and forth like a twisting pile of snakes that couldn't dare to rest, even for a single second.

"Not many sinners have many options for commissioning human bodies, dear!" Alastor said, swirling his cane. "Did you keep it as close to the original as possible? I would like to look like myself after all."

Human disguises were disgustingly easy for lesser demons to get ahold of, but those not born into hell had... far more difficulty. Bound to one ring only allowed them to access finite resources, and they didn't have the innate talent to simply change themselves. A natural order meant to deter them from the land they once roamed, to remember that their punishment was eternal and damning.

Alastor was always a sneaky little thing. He knew how to access resources.

Charlie was a simpleton. Had her own bountiful powers but couldn't bestow human disguises upon others. Her father would never help Alastor. A glaring sign that he should regret his choices that led to their hostile acquaintanceship, but Alastor would do the same if he had the chance to start over. Lucifer didn't deserve the power he was given, frankly.

Sadly, that meant his own sources to try and find access to a human disguise were for naught. Most of his usual contacts found themselves scarce of such interests, Alastor had learned. A troublesome predicament solved suddenly when Angel Dust and Husk had swept past him in the lobby, bickering over some random topic.

Porn stars were often in contact with succubi. And succubi were the leading demons in human disguises. All it took was one request for Angel Dust to connect him with someone who could procure a replication of his previous existence, Alastor had promised, and Husk would get a whole month of freedom for them to do whatever they pleased out of the hotel. No binding contract to keep him locked behind that bar. Sure enough, not even a full day had passed before Angel Dust and Husk slapped a card for an expert human body replicator before they pranced away to do whatever sexual deviants did.

Sex, probably.

And there he was, finally reaping the rewards of his minimal effort. The small spider demon whose name he never asked for led him forward, into a small, almost closet-like room with a dangling, widespread light. Under the violet illumination sat a bundle of glow, wisp tangles within a glass ball on a necklace.

"Once we make a few adjustments, we'll release the body for you to use," She whispered tenderly, her voice small and minuscule as she handed him the cold metal. "This is just the wearing phase, to make sure everything fits. Then you'll be the sole owner of the body. It should come naturally to you since you're a sinner."

"Release the body? So it's not like Asmodeus' crystals."

"No, not really... we just give you the power after designing the suit, and then you can do it whenever you want."

Alastor's ability to travel up to Earth came from a crystal firmly lodged into his stomach, not something intrinsically tied to him. Not like his shadow powers, or his puppets, or that innate ability for him to draw up and yank Husk's chain whenever he felt like it. He had assumed fake bodies would be in the same vein as the crystals, as they were both under the same rule of the lust ring, though he supposed they did fall under different criteria to use.