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Black dog, cypocraphy, mathematics, and Jerusalem by illmoure
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
29 Nov 2025
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Facing such a need was an unfortunate consequence of it all. Alastor would relent, and let his shadow have what it wanted.
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30 Nov 2025
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Vox has money, power, a network, and fifty years of advantage.
Alastor has nothing but a sharp tongue and bad instincts.In a roadside motel, Vincent decides to take what he wants - and what he wants is Alastor beneath him.
There is no romance here. No softness. Just control, violence, and a victory that Vincent has been craving for a very long time.
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27 Nov 2025
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Velvette and Valentino get tired of Vox's constant mooning after the Radio Demon, and take advantage of the gift-wrapped deer rolling around Vee Tower to get him a very thoughtful present.
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25 Nov 2025
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Most of the time, Alastor chooses not to think too hard about the fact that his constant companion of late is . . . himself. Himself dragged into reality through a distorted mirror, sitting across from him night after night, with a smile that never wavers.
Best, Alastor tends to think, not to question any of this too closely.
But there are other things they can do.
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His head throbbed, dull and mean behind his right eye. Every jostle of the streetcar sent another pulse of pain through his skull, like someone tightening a screw in slow, deliberate turns. The city's usual morning clatter—bells, wheels, voices—stabbed straight into the center of his brain like needles.
He shifted minutely in his seat, trying to breathe through it. A sharp ache lanced through his ribs, deep and stabbing.
Right, that too.
His suit coat concealed the worst of the bruising, but every bump in the track was a fresh reminder: the fight last night hadn't been clean. He'd won, yes, but the man had gotten his hits in.
Keep it together.
But his thoughts were starting to lag. Everything felt slow. Disconnected. It seemed his mind was three steps behind his body, and both were moving through molasses.
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20 Nov 2025