The Artist Of Hell (Hazbin Hotel X Male Reader) [Discontinued]

Chapter 3: The Radio Demon

Hello you smexy readers!~ Enjoy this new chapter because things are about to get a little spicy!

You raised an eyebrow, but Charlie would probably deal with it. Seeing the paintings piqued your interest so you decided to go check them out. In fact, you noticed that some of them were paintings you created, such as the portrait of The Royal Family. But then you noticed red spots in the air.

"How odd..." You couldn't touch them since it phased through your hand.

"Hey, Vaggie!-" Charlie had a nervous smile on her face as she talked to the moth demon.

"Yeah?"

"The Radio Demon is at the doooorr." Your soul must've died right then and there due to the amount of terror that was shocked into you.

"Wait what?-" "Who?" Angel asked, while (D/n) was laying on the couch between them.

"What should I do?!"

She answered back. "Well don't let him in!" You were frozen where you stood, not being able to add anything, but as soon as Charlie opened the door you jumped over a crate and decided to hide.

You heard the familiar static voice run chills down your spine. "May I speak now?"

Charlie crossed her arms. "You may-"

"Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart! Quite a pleasure!" You heard the tip taps of his shoes enter the hotel. "Excuse my sudden visit! But I saw your fiasco on the picture show and I just couldn't resist what a performance! Why I haven't been that entertained since the Stock Market Crash of 1929! Hahaha so many orphans!~"

You carefully peaked over to see Vaggie point her harpoon at The Radio Demon's neck. "Hold it right there! Cabrón hijo de perra! I know your games and I'm not going to let you hurt my friends or anyone here! You pompous cheesy talk show shitlord!" You will forever praise Vaggie for her profound courage, making a mental note to draw a heroic portrait of her.

Alastor chuckled, moving the harpoon away from his neck. "Dear if I wanted to hurt anyone...!" He suddenly had radio dials for eyes, static, and glitches all around the hotel. "*I w0%uld^- hAvE% d0ne- s0 alr#eady*!..... Now I'm here because I want to help!"

"Say what now?" Charlie tilted her head standing behind Vaggie.

"Help! Haha! Hello? Is this thing on? Testing! Testing!" He tapped his microphone/radio box staff which responded: "Well I heard you loud and clear!"

"Umm, you want to help? With?" A shadow loomed, then suddenly formed into Alastor who appeared behind them.

"This ridiculous thing you're trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it!"

"Uhh, why?"

He chuckled, holding his staff. "Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute, boredom!!! I've lacked inspiration for decades." He used Vaggie as a place to rest his arm who didn't seem to take it kindly. "My work became untainted. Lacking focus! Aimless!" He then pushed Vaggie into a bunch of junk. "I've come to crave a new form of entertainment! Hahaha!"

Vaggie stumbles over to Charlie, who steadies her." Does getting into a fistfight with a reporter count as entertainment?"

He laughed in response." It's the purest kind, my dear! Reality! True passion!" Sounds of horns and car screeches were heard, you had no idea but it was magic. "After all the world is a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment." (Underrated paradox there-)