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Alastor X Vox 🦌📺 with some angst, dom Alastor then sub
Starts off in the living world of New Orleans, 1932, but will eventually be located in good ol' Hell. ❤️🔥
Lil connected to Shadow of New Orleans (check my profile if you would like to read!), but fully readable without it! 🫰 I try to remain consistent to the other story, as they share a few chapters in the timeline (from chapter 27-39), but this one will be an AU, the story going completely off the rail compared to the Shadow characters. The story will be mostly told from the perspective of Vox, who will be referred to as Vincent in the first part as a human.
May contain Lemon later on, also trigger warnings: blood, violence, swearing, slight non-con (will warn beforehand). 👀
Note that I do not condone any actions mentioned in the story, it is purely fiction. Don't forget they are not good people and will act accordingly.
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"You are so fucking stupid it hurts. I won't give you the satisfaction of telling you what I will do to you, because I know it will make you hard. And you don't deserve even that much." Alastor scoffs sarcastically then gets up, tossing his glass on the table.
"Wait, Alastor. I actually wanted to talk to you, about the other night..."
Alastor glares at him, almost as if daring him to continue. Vincent half expects him to tackle him and start to strangle him right then and there if he does go on. (Which is not strictly a bad thing?)
He gulps, the radio man has such a commanding air to him that it makes it difficult for him to think, to say he still wants to be friends, to forget about the things that happened, anything to make him stay.
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I don't own any of the artworks, nor music throughout the story. I don't own any of the Hazbin Hotel characters mentioned or referenced, they belong to VivziePop.
Cover art and a lot of art by: Baize; @BAIZEJINTIAN (check him on Twitter)
