Sad Alastor! I made this because there's barely any sad Alastor stories! And the only ones that are sad aren't that sad or are sad but it has been like two years since they updated soooooooo yeeeeeaaaaaaah...um enjoy ig. I'll try to make as many chapters as I can as to not keep you waiting.

I dont see enough stories including alastor angst, so imma make a story myself! :3 also there is appleradio in this.

Help I'm making way too many alastor angst stories but I practically live off it at this point... LOL- ALSO APPLERADIO IN THIS OFC

> HH & HB x Male Reader > Harem > Some genderbends . Your name is Y/N The Lamb. And you are in hell. Hell... a wretched place teeming with sinners and hellborn alike, all vying to carve their mark upon the infernal rings. Why anyone would crave dominion over this god-forsaken realm is beyond comprehension. Yet, you were no different. You were tired of being tormented by demons larger and stronger than yourself, which, admittedly, was nearly everyone. You craved power, not for its own sake, but to prove you weren't just some weak little lamb. You envisioned a transformed hell, a place not of suffering, but of order and peace... a heaven within the depths of damnation. Driven by this vision, you rose to power. Overthrowing Lucifer Morningstar, the warden of hell himself, was an insurmountable task, so you forged an alliance with him instead. With cunning and perseverance, you succeeded in remaking hell, shaping it into a utopia unlike anything it had ever been. That was when you decided to start a cult. Day by day, your cult grew in strength and number. Hooded cultists became a ubiquitous presence, making it impossible for any sinner to escape their gaze. Yet, the mask of authority you wore began to slip. With every desire fulfilled, you began to miss the simplicity of your past. The petty squabbles with low-life demons, the occasional robbery by a thug, the flirtations of succubi, and the chaotic turf wars... these were the things that made life in hell... Just right. Now, your presence invoked fear rather than camaraderie. The old days, where you were just another face in the crowd, seemed like a distant, almost desirable memory. You did NOT want to be a feared figure. Yearning for those simpler times, you vanished, leaving your utopia and cult behind. And so, you disappeared, fading into legend. But now, you have returned! . #1: Pretending - 01/18/24 #1: Lamb - 03/09/24 #1: Loona - 04/21/24

Cute little radioapple story :3 btw this is nsfw! No tiny kids allowed. Have fun reading pookies ;3