Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Alastor x Fem!Reader

Darling and Drawings

'The Radio Demon is at the door!'

I glanced up to find Vaggie being in a state of distress, flailing her arms about, something about not letting some demon in. It didn't peak my interest too much, so I continued to sketch on a piece of paper I found lying around in the lobby.

My feet hung over the side of the armchair, fiddling with the pencil in my hand, hoping to gain inspiration. A sudden idea hit me as I reflected on the previous day, one event baring some importance: Vaggie told a story about some radio demon that toppled overlords overnight and gained immense power.

I hummed thoughtfully a small tune from the 80s I seemed to remember, beginning to sketch the base of the figure. Then, I added his hair, long strands of red with black tips on the end from what I remember, and clothes, along with his frighteningly wide smile that I couldn't possibly forget.

Vaggie never showed me a picture of what he looked like, so my drawing was just guesswork. Becoming hung on the character, drawings of him began to litter my page, doodles and full scaled art etched into every corner of the paper.

A strange voice began talking, not to me I assumed, that had the speech of a radio.

'Who is she?' The mysterious voice asked, presumably to Charlie.
'Oh, she's Y/N, our newest guest here!' She beamed.

I felt footsteps near in the proximity to me but I didn't heed it, I was far too immersed in trying to get the flow of the hair right.

'Who are you drawing?' A voice loomed over me, curiosity vivid in his tone of voice.

'Just what I imagine the radio demon to look like..' I continued drawing, 'He used to be an old radio host, I can imagine all the girls and boys swooning over him', a small giggle escaped from my mouth.

The figure leaned forward suddenly,
'Oh and why is that, dear?'

Turning to face the figure, I realised he bore resemblance to the radio demon, suddenly it struck me, this guy was the radio demon. The guy I just indirectly said was handsome was here.

I was at a loss of words, completely out of my depth when I managed to stutter out, 'Please disregard everything I just said'.

'Alrighty then! You draw magnificently!' Alastor jabbed at the paper I was holding, completely oblivious to my flustered state. The drawing displayed Alastor terrorising his victims.

'That actually looks like something I'll do! Well, I've already done it more than once but that's beside the point!'

'Yeah.. I took inspiration from your.. amazing feats, I suppose'.

We were standing up at this point as he proceeded to sit down in the chair I was previously sitting in, me perching on the arm chair.

'Since you're obviously a sincere demon and simply delightful to talk to, I shall tell you some of my stories, so brace yourself darling!' Alastor said, tickling my chin with his clawed fingers for a moment.

To my awe, he began telling stories about how he managed to take control of Hell in a day and the like, he detailed the way he tortured his victims with immense description. Occasionally talking ill of some particular demons, one with a TV head and quite technology obsessed, he started to get infuriated in the moment, just thinking about the demon.

His full demon side began to emerge, his eyes being replaced by radio dials and his ghastly grin become, somehow, more wide. Runic symbols floated around him as his antlers grew in size to a scary degree.

It was awfully amazing.

In a good way of course, striking inspiration, my pencil began depicting his full demon form, capturing his soulless eyes and horrifying expression that could curdle dairy.

Vaggie and Angel watched from afar, keeping an eye on the direction of the conversation, just in case it turned South, they would be there to contain the situation. Alastor continued talking about Vox, his form being held slightly longer than normal, frequently alleging comments of shocking origin targeted towards the demon.

Composing himself after his short period of anger, he looks to his side to find me furiously sketching a picture of him. I shielded my paper, so he couldn't see, no matter how many times he tried leaning over in different directions to catch a glimpse.

Finishing the drawing, I proudly presented the paper with such enthusiasm that I managed to lose my balance and fall off the armchair. Right into the Radio Demon's lap.

'Oh my Satan, I'm so sorry!' I scrambled to get off his lap, but then I felt a hand wrap around my waist, poising me in position.

'You know, dear, you don't need to get up'. Alastor whispered in my ear in a low tone.

'Get your hands off her, you pompous, cheesy, talk show shitlord!' Vaggie approached Alastor with her spear in a threatening manner.

'And why should I do that? You do not have authority over her, neither do I, leave her be.'

Alastor's unnerving grin became even wider, his pointed teeth becoming scarily prominent. Vaggie was at a loss for words, but still had her spear pointed at him. I could sense the tension in the room, this would not end well if I let it progress.

In a desperate attempt, I rested the palm of my hand on Alastor's cheek, softly caressing it. His eyes immediately snapped to the area of contact and his anger dissolved as he looked into my eyes.

He clasped his hand over mine and my cheeks flushed in embarrassment, he seemed to hold it there while searching my eyes for something, a sign almost.

A sign that I would be of use to him.