After Al approached Vox one night in a bar and gaslit him into a deal for his soul, Alastor and Vox become friends once again with.. "benefits". (HEAVY ON SMUT)

After Vox is suddenly blindsided by Valentino and Velvette and kicked out of VoxTek, he is left stranded with nothing and is forced to turn to Hazbin Hotel for help. There he gets caught up in a twisted deal with Alastor who intends to use his presence to his advantage. In return, he agrees to help Vox reclaim his throne from Valentino and get his revenge. Vox reluctantly agrees until he finds out Alastor's plan revolves around them becoming fake boyfriends and the feelings he once harbored for Alastor slowly begin to resurface.

[AU PREQUEL|18+] ✨📺🦌💙♥️ The enigmatic Radio Demon is cursed with an annual rut.. A torturous time of uncontrollable desire. Normally asexual and disdainful of physical intimacy, Alastor struggles with the overwhelming urges that come with his condition. This year, his rut arrives unexpectedly early, disrupting his carefully laid plans for the upcoming Overlord Gala.

Vox has been in hell for about two months, but he has great ambitions. He knows his worth, he works 3 jobs, and he'll do anything to get to the top. That's until he meets Alastor. Basically, in this fic, I'm going to imagine the backstory of Vox and Alastor, from Vox's perspective.

(ENG) - A story that attempts to reconstruct the past ● to put together the pieces of the puzzle ● all the pieces available ● while remaining as faithful as possible to what we know. ● Hell is loud. Signals never truly die. And some connections refuse to fade-no matter how much you try to cut them. After death, Alastor and Vox carve their names into Pentagram City in very different ways: one through shadows and radio waves, the other through screens and electric control. They are rivals, opposites, disasters waiting to collide. But before the power, before the hatred, there was something else. Something unfinished. A Tale of Waves and Frequencies follows their story across life, death, and everything in between-through ambition, betrayal, obsession, and the kind of bond that refuses to stay buried. As alliances shift and new players enter the game, both of them try to move on, to replace, to forget. They fail. Spectacularly. Because in Hell, you can destroy the evidence. You can drown the signal. You can even convince yourself you've let go. But some frequencies keep bleeding through the static. And when they do... you either answer- or you break. ✨ Slow-burn / friends to enemies to something worse 📻🎥 All shades of RadioStatic 💔 Angst, obsession, messy emotions 🔥 Power dynamics, rivalry, toxic bonds 🎶 Music-driven narrative