The king's pet (Lucifer x Alastor)

Chapter 1- Welcome to hell!

(A/N: Some of this are not from the official plot, this story created before Hazbin hotel first episode was out!) 

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He loses his balance when he accidentally kicked onto a stone. The sound of his father screaming for him to stop and get back here was getting louder and clearer. He whimpered, wiped the tears away from his face and run as fast as he could...

Even if he heard the bones of his leg begin to make a sickening crack. 

"It's pain! It's pain! It's pain!!" He gritted his teeth and chocked on his tears. The sound of bushes rustling sound behind him made him tremble with fear. 

"Get back here, you son of a bitch!" His father screamed, eyes wide open with anger as he getting closer to the child. The child gasped as he turned his head slightly to see the mad figure, his heart skipped a beat when he feels his hand grabbed by his father's within a second. 

"L-Let me go, please! I-I will be good! I promise!!" The child begged, tears streaming down his cheeks when his father pinned him down the ground. His father grinned evilly at him, bashing the child again and again until the child weep. Nose broke and begging for him to stop with that pathetic look. His father clicked his tongue, grabbed a handful of the child's messy brown hair and pulled him closer to him.

"Smile, you demon... Smile for your daddy!" The man whispered with a sickeningly sweet tone. The child looked at his father with his teary eyes and forced a smile. 

Since then, his smile never leaves his face... No matter what he did and what happened to him. 

He gasped, eyes snapped open suddenly and panting heavily at his wretched youth memories. He wept when he felt his head was about to burst, the more he thinks about it, the more his head going to hurt. He grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled it roughly. After the pain in his head finally eased a little, he chuckled. Letting go of his hair, he looks around curiously. 

Strange. 

He remembers clearly that the last thing he saw was red. The dogs barking sound and the sound of flesh tearing away brutally. The pain in his chest was unbearable but somehow... Deep inside his corrupted soul, he quite enjoys the pain shooting up his brain. 

He laughed, the wide smile never leaves his face even when he died. 

He could feel himself drowning into the darkness. His body temperature dropped rapidly and he couldn't feel anything besides the feeling of sinking deeper into the shadow. He frowned a little, around him was nothing but darkness and a faint red glow surrounded him.

"What happened?" He grimaced a little. His gum was itchy and he could feel something growing out from his body. It doesn't hurt as much as he encountered when he's alive since he had high pain tolerant, thanks to his father. 

"Oh dear, what do we have here~" A muffled voice upbraided. He glancing around, trying to find the source of the voice but neglected. 

"And who are you?" He asked, totally unfazed by the dominant voice. Which caused the voice to entertained by the new soul bravery. Normally the souls that entered this floor would either be crying in a mess, regretting what they did when they are still alive or bewildered by what happened around them. Even some of them doesn't realize that they were already a deadman! 

"I'm the guardian of this floor," The voice said matter-of-factly. He tilted his head, puzzled by what the voice said. 

"Pardon?" He blinked. The voice let out an annoyed groan before it explained to him all about what power he going to possessed when he entered hell and what does this floor does to him before he falls into hell. 

"I see..." He muttered, still feeling funny as if his body wasn't his anymore. The voice then familiarized that this is the place where souls changed their appearance according to their sins. 

"I rather amused that you had such a charming appearance... Despite the sins, you had created when you are a mortal." The voice purred. Now, this caught his curiosity, he'd to wonder what exactly changed about his appearance. He couldn't see much about his new body in the darkness. 

"Though I expect you to become something more... powerful, rather than being such a fragile animal." The voice sighed, he could hear the disappointment in the voice. What does he mean animal? Did he turn into some sort of animal?

"Oh, it seemed like you're done! Now, you're ready to off, my fellow friend!" The voice said eagerly when he abruptly falls out from the darkness. The voice laughed before it said to the shadow that born no long after he falls. 

"Follow your master, protect him at all cost." The shadow nodded and followed it's master. 

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Lucifer shuddered when he feels something unique going on the hell. He looked out from the window, there was a new soul that he hasn't seen before in his entire life in hell. The soul was wrapped in a dangerously glowing red energy and a shadow followed him not far from behind. Lucifer frowned, not many souls could give him this kind of odd feelings. And the king himself was going to check it out soon. 

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"Ugh..." He opened his eyes and keened in pain. He gasped when he noticed how tall he was now, he was almost two heads taller than what he was when he's still a mortal! His hair turned into blood-red and there are two fluffy long ears on his head. He grabbed onto his new ear and screeched when he pulled it. His ear twitched when he heard all kinds of sound coming from the city afar as clear as crystal. It seemed like his hearing had increased to climax too. He narrowed his eyes, his clothes were the same when he died, only red instead of brown. 

"Congratulations, you are now officially a deer demon that possesses raw power!" A playful voice ringing in his mind. He looked up the dark sky and frowned a little when the voice laughed.

"I am under you, you idiot!" He looked down onto his shadow, eyes widen when his shadow grinned back at him. 

"I apologize but from now on, I'm going to be your first and ever minion! And I'm going to act like your babysitter until you moved on or died! Anyway, nice to meet you, my dear Alastor!" The shadow said in his mind. He frowned, Alastor? 

"But my name is..." He paused, something hitting his head and caused him to groan painfully. His shadow tutted, rose up from the ground and said. 

"Just give it up! From now on, your name is Alastor and you won't be recognizing your name when you are still a mortal no matter what you did!" Alastor pouted like a child before he looking around his new world with pure curiosity. His eyes fall on the eye-catching a red cane with a vintage style microphone attached to it that leaned against the tree. 

"It's yours." His shadow informed. Alastor nodded and took it without hesitation. He smiles wider when he could feel something from the microphone, something... powerful flowing through his body.

"Just to let you know that the microphone was a part of mine. So I can talk to others instead of talking only to you" The shadow added the last part, knowing that its master would ask about it. Alastor nodded again as he swings the microphone on the air, it was unexpectedly light. 

"That was Pentagram city." Alastor's shadow introduced the city to the curious demon. Alastor tilted his head, his smile never left his pale face. Swiftly, Alastor had an idea about testing his new powers. 

"Hey, are you sure about this?" His shadow grinned wickedly. Alastor laughed, twirling his cane before he took his first step to the city.

"Why not?" Alastor's eyes turned into radio dials as the power overflowing from his body. 

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