Secrets of a Demon Heart || Alastor x Vox (RadioStatic) || Hazbin Hotel

Chapter 29

Alastor watched himself through the mirror, which was now shattered in some places, cracked in others. But no matter where he looked, his blood was forever on display in those broken reflections of his.

His bowtie and pieces of his smashed monocle scattered the red stained floor. His clothes were ripped apart. His body bruised, and his wounds even angrier than those horrible scars that only seemed to multiply each day. His staff was snapped in half once more, his power drained from his entire figure. But worst of all, his smile was gone.

Alastor never really smiled much in his life. What was there to smile about, after all? But then he became a broadcaster, and he needed to smile. He needed to smile to get the views, to get the audience, to get the money so that his starving mother wouldn't be starving too much. Part of him was relieved when he came to hell. At least he didn't need to play pretend anymore.

And boy was he wrong.

From the day he started smiling in hell, he never stopped. Until now, of course: bloody and battered in the hands of his soul owner.

There was one more occasion when he stopped smiling. But it wasn't something he wanted to remember, or think about.

In the depth of his confinement, he found a lot more time to think. Not just about his ideas to rule the world, or his ideas to bury Lucifer six feet under, but he had time to think about himself and those around him.

Charlie, the sweet and dazzling young Princess of Hell was way too nice to belong in such a wretched place. For Alastor, that was high praise.

Vaggie was a bitch, but her love for Charlie was genuine. She's probably the most loyal person Alastor has ever met.

Angel Dust was weak, pathetic and irritating, but the fact that Alastor hasn't killed him yet shows that he likes the spider to some extent.

Pentious and Cherri seems straight out of a novel. Pentious doesn't bother Alastor, which he appreciates. And Cherri's confidence and fearlessness is something the he admires.

Lucifer doesn't deserve to live. End of story.

Niffty has to be once of the best things Alastor has ever stumbled across in his time in hell. He loves the little girl as if she was his own daughter, and he plans to treat her like the princess she deserves to be treated as. Therefore, no matter how much Lilith tortures him, he cannot reveal that Niffty was the one that killed Adam.

And Husk? Alastor wonders if the cat demon would come and rescue him.

Alastor knows that Husk wouldn't help him, and to make it worse he wouldn't be breaking any of Alastor's rules either since he had promised to keep his mouth shut about Lilith's deal. If he couldn't rescue Alastor, it wasn't his fault.

But now that Alastor has freed Husk's soul, he wonders if bartender would do something now. Even after everything Alastor has done to him, will he help? Will he help just from the kindness of his heart, or will he help as gratitude for freeing his soul? Or will he help at all?

Who will be by Alastor's side when he needed it most? After he pushed everyone away, who could possible be there to rescue him and pull him out from his darkest moments?

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Vox rewatched the last moments Alastor had been seen in hell. He had ran out of the hotel, seeming to be hyperventilating before he teleported away into his shadows. Moments later, Husk came running out, his wings unfurled demanding some kind of explanation.

The TV demon's frown deepened. An explanation? What kind of explanation? He checked every other camera he had in the pride ring, to find absolutely nothing. Not even a clue to where he could have gone, or where the Queen of hell could have taken him.

"Still nothing?" Vox jumped when he heard Angel beside him. Recently, ever since his little collaboration with the hotel, every day after Angel's shift at the studio, Vox would sneak the spider into his office and the two would discuss plans. It was the only way he could stay in contact with the hotel without making it seem to obvious to the rest of hell as well as Valentino and Velvette.

"Nope. Absolutely nothing." The TV groaned, chugging down another mug of coffee. "Get me any other one of these, would you?"

Angel sighed. "Stop drinking them so quickly. Having a cup a minute isn't going to help. If anything, it's going to make you sick."

"I'm metal." Vox argued, pushing the mug into Angel's hands. "Now go."

The spider muttered something under his breath, before taking it and stomping back to the kitchen.

Vox watched him leave, before slumping back into his chair. He hasn't slept in 3 days. Ever since that day at the hotel, all his mind could think about was Alastor. But it wasn't the usual feelings he felt either. It wasn't anger, or sadness, or guilt. It was worry. He was worried about Alastor. Similar to how he felt 7 years ago, except this time he felt it so much more. He felt it so much more because he knows that theres still a chance to return to the good old days. But if Alastor dies in the hands of Lilith then that chance is gone.

Everyone was doing their best.

Vox and Angel were on security cameras, as well as keeping track of any online data that might tell them anything.

Vaggie and Adam are trying to get into contact with Heaven to see if they know anything about Lilith or her potential whereabouts.

Niffty and Husk are flipping hell upside down trying to find even the slightest of clues, as well as finding and asking every soul Alastor owned if they knew anything either.

Pentious and Cherri were putting up posters regarding Lilith, as well as stopping any interviewers or journalists from entering the hotel.

Lucifer and Charlie are visiting other rings. Apparently, Hell is currently in a 'lockdown' and every member of the Seven Sins have search parties in an attempt to locate the Queen of Hell.

Vox found it quite amusing how the search for Alastor has morphed into a Lilith focus, and now the entirety of hell is involved.

Yet no matter what, everyday was the same. Before he knew it, weeks had passed. And no matter how hard he tried, Vox couldn't find a single trace of Alastor.

Until...

"Wait-...is that Alastor's blood?"

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This chapter is more of a rant than a story, so I apologise if it seems rushed ;-;