Alastor is trapped in an absurd limbo where he must star in different fairy tales as if he were some goddamn princess. Every time he tries to resist, kill someone, or step out of the script, the story resets and drags him back to the same point, doomed to repeat everything over and over again. The only way out is to see each tale through to the end. Unfortunately for the story, Alastor is willing to do it... but in the most hostile, filthy, and miserable way possible.

[ Aunque el título usa la palabra "Omega", esta historia no es Omegaverse. ] Vox jamás imaginó que la noche terminaría así: con Alastor atado a su cama, camisa rota, respiración irregular y las orejas tensas contra el cabello, mirándolo con un odio tan íntimo que quemaba. '¡Ustedes dos deberían follar de una vez!', se burló Valentino, disfrutando cada segundo del desastre. Y Vox podría hacerlo. Tenía al Radio Demon ahí, sometido y desafiante, temblando de rabia bajo sus manos. Justo donde lo había querido tantas veces. Justo como tantas noches lo fantaseó, deseándolo, odiándolo, buscándolo. Pero no así. Nunca así. Porque por primera vez, Vox descubrió que lo que había imaginado durante años no era dominarlo... sino tocarlo sin destruirlo. Y eso lo aterraba más que cualquier demonio del infierno.

[ Although the title uses the word "Omega," this story is not Omegaverse. ] Vox never imagined the night would end like this: with Alastor tied to his bed, shirt torn open, breathing unevenly, ears pinned back against his hair-looking at him with a kind of intimate hatred that burned. 'You two should just fuck already!' Valentino taunted, savouring the spectacle. And Vox could do it. He had the Radio Demon right there, bound and defiant, trembling with fury under his hands. Exactly where he had wanted him so many times. Exactly how he had fantasised about him, night after night-wanting him, hating him, craving him. But not like this. Never like this. Because for the first time, Vox realised that what he'd imagined for years wasn't dominating him... it was touching him without destroying him. And that terrified him more than any demon in Hell.

Just some silly radiostatic fanfiction. Action takes place right after ep. 4 of season 2. Then the story goes in its own independent direction, not connected to next s2 episodes. Enjoy! Lil note: the fanart from the cover is absolutely NOT mine! It was made by an Instagram user named pinksartdump P.S. please keep in mind that this is fanfiction so sometimes the characters don't act canonically! It touches on difficult topics. Read at your own risk. ⚠️All of the characters belong to Vivienne Medrano- the creator of Hazbin Hotel⚠️

Read, Rye to Your Sazerac book 1 first. After choosing love over pride, Alastor and Vox find themselves torn apart by forces far crueler than either of them expected. With memories fading, obsession tightening its grip, and old promises haunting the shadows of Hell, Vox refuses to believe their story is over - even when the world insists it is. But love in Hell was never meant to come easy. And some hearts remember what the mind cannot. Contains mature content: Nsfw, Angst, SA, Trauma, Self-harm etc.

After seven years of raging hate towards Alastor, what will Vox do when he wakes up after a drunken night out, to find himself in bed next to a dizzy and sleeping radio demon? Events take place at the start of season one, when Alastor returns. Alastor x Vox / Radiostatic SLOW BURN!!!!, a bit angsty, fluffy, smutty, and action filled. my first story, so please give me feedback! TW: will probably contain some smut and violence, has language!!

In this RadioStatic season 2 au, instead of Alastor being saved by Emily, he is forced to make a choice. Either die, or give his newly freed soul to Vox.