Angel Dust has always known that Valentino owned his body - but learning the moth-demon owns his soul too shatters what little hope he had left. One storm-drenched night, Angel sits alone in the ruined streets of Hell, mascara running, heart broken, and contract heavy in his trembling hands. He's prepared to give up on everything... until a shadow falls over him. An umbrella clicks open. Husk - grumpy, jaded, and sick of getting dragged into other people's messes - silently holds it above them both. Husk hates that he cares. Angel hates that someone noticed. When Husk brings Angel back to the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie and Vaggie try to help, Niffty fusses, Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious bicker, and Alastor observes with dangerous amusement. But nothing is simple. Husk recognizes something familiar in Angel's desperation - the bitter truth that his own soul is chained to Alastor, and he's terrified to face it. The tension between Angel and Husk simmers fast into an enemies-to-lovers spiral, made worse by Angel's nightly screaming nightmares - echoes of Valentino, Vox, and Velvette's cruelty. Husk tries to ignore them... until one night he can't. And halfway through the chaos, when Husk escapes to his abandoned old gambling casino to clear his head from Angel, the Radio Demon, and everything else, he sees something he never expected - Angel Dust, in breathtaking drag, performing under neon lights... at Husk's old casino. And in that moment, something inside Husk wakes up - something gentle, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. A story of trauma, healing, found family, burning contracts, and love blooming in the darkest corners of Hell.

Alastor could have said with complete honesty that he had zero interest in sex. Up until recently. Except, he still hated the idea of being close to someone. The thought of sex disgusted him. But the power that came with it was intriguing. ---- Alastor wants Vox's soul. He decides on an unconventional way to get it. ---- Note: In this fanfiction, Alastor is asexual. He engages in sex only when it benefits him, as he has little to no desire for it. He also experiences/enjoys sex in atypical ways, such as when violence is involved. It's hard to explain, but you'll get the gist. ---- Word count (As of latest update): 28,497 words

Vox is defeated. Canceled. Doomed. Will he be able to find peace at the Hazbin Hotel? Can he start over, pick up the pieces, and rebuild himself? Or... is he only checking in so he can get close again to his favorite former prisoner - the Radio Demon? - This story is written as a continuation of season 2. - I know Alastor is canonically ace, but in my story he leans more toward gray. - English isn't my first language, so I'm using ChatGPT to help with my grammar. Radiostatic will be canon! (Everyone say amen.) Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy the story - Noel 🌸