The Hazbin Hotel Project

The Piano Demon [Alastor x Male!Reader] I

I would like to profusely thank Murderluv23 for her help with writing out this segment, which will be a two or three part story and is so far my toughest one to be written. So without further ado, let the show begin! :)

The Piano Demon. No one knows what he looks like, but when there is trouble afoot within the bowels of Hell then he isn't too far behind. Once a tune composed on his instrument reached the audience's ears then it was already over. Wherever he would play, damned souls would flock to him like a moth to a flame. And now, recently, he seemed to have achieved the impossible: the infamous Radio Demon had become his lover. But Vaggie wasn't buying the rumors that were circulating around the halls of the Happy Hotel.

 Despite what she's heard and even witness the cannibalistic deer walking with a skip in his stride for two consecutive weeks, it just wasn't possible. 

How could he...how could a shitlord like him have romance on the brain? He didn't really care about anyone, not even Charlie regardless how much he had helped the princess with making her project a reality in Hell. So why should this Piano Demon be any different?

When she saw a pair of tickets to a concert starring this questionable person being offered online, Vaggie didn't hesitate to buy them. The event was three days away. The one-eyed female wanted to bring Charlie along but the blonde-haired demon ended up declining due to some unexpected work coming up at the last minute. "Why not take Angel with you? He might've heard a thing or two about this Piano Demon on the streets." This suggestion was by far the worst one...and yet the most logical one.

So here she was, brooding at a local speakeasy with the entertainment star smirking like the asshole that he is. He would never miss an opportunity to go out and have a good time while spouting shit about the former prostitute. Such is the beautiful relationship between frenemies.

"Well, well, well, Vaggie, I knew you were a pussy. But I didn't think you were into this kinda crap." He giggled, gliding his long fingers down the thin waist for a martini glass. Vaggie glared balefully at the spider demon. 

"Don't think too hard about it, limp dick. I'm only here to figure out why Alastor is supposedly interested in this demon that plays a piano but no one has seen their face. Angel Dust shrugged, taking a swing from his glass. "Fine. Quit getting your taco in a twist, sweetheart."

"Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?"

"Whatever pisses you off more. Barkeep, another round of this shit you just served me!"

Just when Vaggie was about to shove a knife right up Angel's ass, a familiar and catchy voice reached their ears.

 "Oh? What do we have here? Vaggie and Angel Dust drinking together? Is there a revelation happening? Are we all repenting so soon?" Both demons turned and saw Alastor grinning at them, raising an eyebrow. "Or did Charlie ask the two of you to not come home until both parties can play nice?" He then turned to a disgruntled bartender. "Red wine from the top shelf, please."

The ashen—haired moth demon opened her mouth to speak when Angel intercepted. "Don't look too much into it Alastor. I happen to like it down here. We heard that a swanky concert was playin' tonight with free alcohol offered. How could we turn down the offer? So long as Charlie doesn't hear about it, of course." The semi-recovering drug addict added with a wink.

Alastor blinked once, then twice before he took a seat on the other side of Angel. At the exact moment, he received his drink. "Well, I'm glad you both are here to support my lover, even if it is odd for either of you to be interested in bluegrass or swing music. I remember listening to them during the stock market crash of 1929!" He chuckled to himself, taking a sip of his red wine. "So many orphans~!"