The Hazbin Hotel Project

The Piano Demon [Alastor x Male!Reader] IV

I'd like to profusely thank Murderluv23 for her help in creating the final segment of The Piano Demon series. I was honestly taken by surprise with the sheer amount of comments, suggestions, and votes from the readers. Thank you so much for your support in 2018 as we are about head into 2019 very soon! :)

Before we dive into the conclusion though, I do have an important announcement to make: I would like to make another book soon, similar to the Hazbin Hotel Project but I am torn between Dragonball Z (which I rarely see on the site these days) or My Hero Academia. Please let me know what you think in the comments below. Thank you and see you in 2019!

For a bystander to comment at this point in our story that Alastor must be angry is a gross understatement. Please allow me to reiterate: there is a reason why the Radio Demon is feared, and the aforementioned flapper will come to truly understand shortly. Once his lover had passed out, the deer demon reluctantly left [First Name] in Baxter and Niffty's care while they handled damage control. Thanks to his ability to alter memories, everything believed that there had been a gas leak and were ordered to evacuate by Charlie for safety reasons. No one knew what really happened except Lucifer's daughter. At first, she wanted to be angry at the Piano Demon for what had happened to Vaggie, for causing her girlfriend to being brain-dead, but...she couldn't.

Her compassionate nature didn't allow her to be crossed with another demon in need. But that didn't mean she wasn't freaking out over Vaggie. Alastor honestly did not know how to comfort the distraught princess except have hope and sit tight until he returned. Now, here he stood outside of Room 2334. Mimzy's room. He knocked a couple of times until he heard the flapper's voice.

"Just a sec!~"

Mimzy cracked open the door slightly, the lock on the frame still connecting to the door. "Oh, Alastor, dear. To what do I owe the pleasure?" At hearing this, he just smiled. "I don't know, let me see...perhaps how you nearly ruined tonight by breaking a rule made by our mutual friend downstairs, the Piano Demon?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Please don't argue with me, old friend." His saccharine grin grew darker with each passing moment, shedding the gentleman persona he carried on a daily basis and becoming Hell's most feared tyrant.

"Alastor, whatever you're on about, I'm afraid I don't follow,"  Mimzy seemed to be trying her best to hide her plump frame behind the wooden barrier between them, "You're bein' a little more strange than usual, sugar. Somethin' eating at you?" The flapper smiled nervously. "Do you wanna grab a drink to calm down? It's been quite a night, hasn't it?"

"Didn't I just ask you...to not fuck with me, sweet Mimzy?"

"What has gotten into me? I don't know, let me see," The Radio Demon tapped his chin, pretending to ponder the questions as crimson, bizarre symbols began to float around him. "Perhaps that I know you're the one who removed the Piano Demon's mask, revealing a face that no other demon should know about or could even comprehend, simultaneously putting everyone else here at risk because you were too curious for your own good." Alastor's sclera morphed, shaping into tiny dials. "And if I really wanted to hurt you....I would have done so already."

"I...Listen, what happened there wasn't my fault," Mimzy folded her arms, "All of that ruckus downstairs was caused by him. It must've been some freak accident."

"An accident would not have caused a mask that was securely fastened around his face to fall off so easily, my dear. I would know because I've seen [First Name] wear and remove the dreadful thing long enough to understand just how...sturdy it is. I'd always wondered why such a handsome fellow would hide himself from the world, but now I do and I will not tolerate -"