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Alastor was a new demon from hell who always had a smile on his face, not once since his rebirth had a frown ever graced his handsome features and in the beginning many demons had tried to get closer to him for either protection or for carnal desires.

He hated it.

One day, he met a young woman with Rabbit like ears dressed in a long brown skirt, pale long sleeves with a single bleeding heart above the right breast and low cut heels. 

Her eyes were bright with a look of innocence despite having woken up in the aftermath of an extermination. Taking in the look of death and destruction around them, the silver haired girl looked up to the man dressed in red in confusion.

”You look confused my dear,” Alastor greeted with a smile, his vocal cords long used to its changes. “You look new here, and honestly you probably look like you won’t last long.”

Another show, another mask.

He held a clawed hand to her, “The names Alastor! What’s yours?”

Alastor waited as a ray of emotion flickered through her eyes as she stared up at him, for some reason those dark eyes…

He can’t understand why he feels so bare.

A much smaller hand gripped onto his own, and the girl smiled, “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you-“

He wanted to rip her eyes out so badly.

“My names Rem!”

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“It’s okay to be nervous, just take a deep breath- okay?”

”A-are you sure about this..?”

”Of course!”

”Y-you won’t leave me alone…?”

The woman tilted her head, confused.

”We’ll always be together, right..?”

Standing over a unconscious sinner the woman adjusted the bags of groceries in hand, humming a tune as Alastor nudged the knocked out body on the ground.

”Quick work as always my dear,” The grin on his face only showed his amusement as the two left the alley.

Rem could only smile in return. “I promised Nifty to see her roach puppet shows soon, and the man was taking too long.”

Most who saw the duo would normally target the shorter of the two, assuming that based on looks alone that the rabbit demon would be an easier target compared to the well known Radio Demon. 

Said demon could only chuckle at the irony of it. 

With time Rem had been in hell, slowly but surely she’s had recently started to grow her own reputation.

For various reasons.

Even after the seven years that he’s been missing, she hadn’t even seemed surprised when he had showed up out of the blue to the Happy Hazbin Hotel. 

Remembering how the princess of hell had put on a brave face while ordering him to help her with her passion project while looking to the his old pal for approval was indeed entertaining.

”Anything else to add for Dinner, Alastor?”

Looking down to the woman, Rem kept her pace steady as the to walked back to the hotel. Alastor hummed in thought.

”Venison as always Dear.”

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“You don’t have to do anything special, sometimes just being there is enough…”

”Kay Nifty, remember to be very careful where you stab the needle.”

”Like this?”

Rem adjusted the maids grip, “You need to remember that if you keep stabbing at one spot, are area will harden and deepen but if you stab around, you’ll eventually get a stable base and from there you’ll be able to add more fluff to your desired shape. Careful, the needles extremely sharp.”

Just to be on the safe side Rem made sure that Nifty wore stab proof gloves and as soon as the gremlin was given the green light started to go to town on the brown wool. 

When Nifty spotted a cockroach plushie in Rems room, the tiny cyclops spazzed out and held onto the roach as if it was a ticket to her own heaven. The moment Rem mentioned stabbing and explained what needle felting was, the poor woman felt what was left of her soul leave her body as Nifty proceeded to high Jack the felting needles and stab the wool into the carpet with said needle breaking.

They still haven’t found that broken needle in the carpet.

”Heyyy bunny-” Angel dust walked into the her room and pretended to not see a cackling Nifty holding wool resembling literal shit.

“It looks just like a roach, good job!”

”…that thing just looks like a turd.”

The words came out before Angle could think of the consequences. Rem sat on her bed as she watched Nifty try to stab Angle dust with her freshly broken needles.

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Rem sipped on her tea as Alastor feasted on his deer, its been a while since the two had shared a meal together and it had been the first time in a while since they had time for themselves.

For a split second, the vibrant red had shifted to a soft ocean blue.

Her heart would have broken if it wasn’t already dead.

”Hmmm…? Is there something the matter my dear?” Alastor’s grin was teasing, “You’ve been staring at me for quite some time now.”

”…Red truly does suit you.”

The man tilted his head, smiling in questioning.

She didn’t elaborate further. 

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“Rem? Rem! Remmy-where are you?!”

A pained wheeze was heard as a clawed hand gripped onto an injured torso. 

Frantic blue eyes searched the empty wreckage of the radio tower and his steps crumbled. Alone now, his eyes began to burn with held back tears.

”Please, don’t leave me alone…”

”-So, what do you think?”

Leaning on the door frame of the kitchen, Rem blinked at the outdated TV. Her smile was some what strained at how… creative Alastor had gotten.

”Excuse me, but what the fuck was that?” Vaggie looked like she was about to pop a vein.

”Uh yeah, Alastor?” Charlie tried to think of a nicer way to explain what the problem was, “First off, Thank you so much for making this, seriously, Amazing. But maybe the tone was a bit…”

Alastors eyes narrowed while his grin widened. 

Walking over to the bar, Rem greeted an unimpressed Husker while watching everyone’s reaction to the commercial. In all honesty she had a hunch on what the deer demon was doing when he had asked her to draw the picture of the hotel. The moment she was finished he took one look at it before scribbling a few words with some finishing touches.

Her old friend couldn’t even work with the camera he was given, the nerves wreck kept shuttering as he desperately tried to salvage what the hotel was lacking. Rem had to help the panicked man when he thought that the camera was broken only for the two to laugh and cry when she had simply pull the lenses cap off.

“-And you,” Rem smiled nervously as it was her turn to get roasted, “…You reek of crippling depression.”

Well he’s not wrong so she’ll take that.

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Rem was silent as Charlie tried to explain her plans to the two Angels before them.

The rabbit demon was making some coffee when the blond nearly barreled rolled into her and started spazzing out something about her dad and Heaven.

In all honesty, from the way the innocent princess explained it, sounds kind of sketchy but at least she was smart enough to bring a bodyguard along if things were to turn to shit.

Hysterical laughter was heard as demons were torn to shreds, her injuries screaming at her while her knife stabbed itself into the first man’s wing. Her friend barley had time to escape the axe that tore into the ground-

”And when you take her out for the 5th time and she still expects you to pay for the check and I’m like Oh I thought you wanted equality.”

“Agh, NO!” Charlie looked like she wanted to bang her head on the wall, “I’m talking about the over population in Hell.”

“Ohhh, well we already got that covered.” Turning to the silent Angel besides him, he asked. “Lute, how many Demons did you kill this year.”

”Got a good 275 sir.”

While Adam was impressed, Charlie was horrified, “Um, that is not awesome because those are my people. you know that right?”

”Oh yeah…”

Adam felt like he could barely contain his laughter as he stared down the daughter of the man who stole both of his wives. He found sadistic pleasure at the look of despair on the her face.

”But these are souls…” Charlie’s voice was small, “Human souls just the same like the ones you have in heaven-“ “They are not the same.”

Lute voice harden, “They had their chance and they earned damnation.”

”Your wrong, Sinners makes mistakes sure but-“ “Angels don’t make mistakes.”

“You really think that?”

“I know that.”

Before Lute could get any closer, she was stopped by another stepping before her. 

Smiling at the exorcist, Rem tilted her head.

Lute couldn’t explain it but felt her skin crawl at the look in her eyes.

“Adam, Sir.” Rem’s voice was sickly sweet but there was an underlying threat in her voice. “Do please keep your subordinate in check, bad manners for someone to speak to the princess that way after all…” 

The air was tense, eventually Adam groaned before mentioning Lute to return. Said person was surprised, looking between the two before glaring and doing as told.

Feeling a tug on her sleeve, Rem turned to Charlie.

Blond hair turned to midnight black, red eyes turning to midnight blue.

The woman blinked. Charlie had a pleading look in her eyes and getting the memo, the silver haired shoulders relaxed but stayed closer to her as the meeting continued.

Long story short, the extermination day was set for 6 months.

Adam didn’t know why, but that sinners soul felt…off.

Corrupted. 

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Humming with delight, Alastor drank a cup of coffee while across from him Rem continued to needle felt a new plushies to add to her collection.

Currently from he’s seen so far it’s a red and black furry blob.

Rem stopped to look at him for a minute before going back to her felting.

The radio demon sipped on his coffee, now looking on in interest as she crafted something that vaguely looked like his ears.

”Now what are you up to now my dear?” His voice was laced with amusement.

The woman didn’t say anything for a good bit.

As soon as she was done, Rem slid the four legged object to him and all Alastor could do was stare at it for a good minute.

”…I call him Catlastor.”  

He poked the cat like plushie, she’s even managed to capture his evil grin.

Before he could respond, the side of the hotel below them exploded.

”Faccce my wrath Alastor!!!”

”…I think someone’s calling you.”

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”Can’t you stay a little longer?  I’m so much better than that cry baby, Vel and Val love you. I can give you so much more and take care of you.”

Vox’s grip on her arms tightened and she was confused when he leaned closer with his left eye spinning. The man looked pained.

”Why are you always leaving me for him?”

“New VoxTek Voyeur scopes, peeping on the neighbors has never been so stylish,” 

“VoxTek, Trust us with your money.”

”Trust us.”

”Trust us.”

”Trust us.”

Crowds of sinners frantically grabbed anything they could, from where he was, Vox cackled at the amount of power he had. Granted it wasn’t all on his own but at this rate he and the other V’s had most of the Pride ring under their control one way or another.

He had everything he could ever want. Almost everything.

A flash of a kind face and hand entered his mind, always followed by red.

Vox’s split second of rage was cut off by someone calling him.

He answered immediately.

”Hello there Velvette. How are you this-“

”Oh cut the shit Vox, I need you right here now.” Behind her, the influencer was unbothered by the amount of carnage going on.

Vox couldn’t give shit about who the unfortunate soul was, “Whatever could be the problem my dear?”

”Your little boy toy is wreaking my department while I’m trying to pull together a show and-!”

“FUCKING BITCH!!!” A scream off camera was heard followed by a splash of gore hitting the near by clothes rack.

”Just get your ass here, NOW!” Looking to the side, her fury grew “DAMN IT VALENTINO!”

The moment the call ended, Vox stared for a moment before sighing. He already had a feeling why the moth man was in such a blind rage.

After all, he did have a hand in helping Rem move out his top porn star.

There probably isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for that woman.

It was quick work in dealing with the news reporter and dealing with a with pissed off Velvette, now five seconds in the room he was dealing with this mess.

”Fucking finally!” Crash! “Kitty, another drink!” 

“Can you believe what that ungrateful shit did?” The Tv demon smoothly stepped out of the way of the wine glass, it shattered against the walls, staining them a deep burgundy. “The ungrateful whore!!!”

Vox played dumb.

“Ummm, which whore are we talking about this time?” 

“Fucking Angel Dust.” Valentino snarled, his fist balled up in rage. “Who the hell else should I be talking about?!”

Watching on uninterested, Vox listened half heartedly and began to check his messages, in all honesty he didn’t blame the porn star for wanting to move to that sham of a hotel. As much as he loved Val, he knew the man can be a bit much.

Having his box TV replaced after the first incident being a main example.

”Angel quit-?” “No it’s worse than that, HE MOVED!”

One minute his phone, the latest model that could feed a large family of imps for years was in his hand, and the next it was shattered against the wall. 

Staring at the smoking scrap metal on the floor, Vox looked to Val at the mild inconvenience.

Not caring, Val continued to ramble about his money maker and Lucifer’s daughter, Vox couldn’t give a shit about either of the two or the hotel but knew he had to stop him the moment the pimp threw open his gun cabinet and started to ask for which like a Velvette for clothes. 

He chuckled, his voice straining when Valentino mentioned fucking everyone in that rancid shit hole-!

”VAL!!!”

”…” Valentino stared in surprise at his partner who was breathing heavily, his hypnotic eye spinning in his frustration. 

Val’s eyes were wide for a moment before narrowing in realization, “Ohhh right…! You probably don’t want me to shoot up the place because she’s there.”

Taking a deep breath, Vox chuckled, already hearing the jealousy in the man’s voice. He didn’t even bother trying to deny it. “Yeah so?”

”Well…” Val’s grin was mean spirited, he left to the table containing the alcohol and began to pour himself two glass, “You know, they’re not the only ones spending time at this ratty with the devil’s princessa…”

Vox took a breath and took the glass he was offered, uninterested but decided to humor him, “Oh yeah, who else is there? Someone who owes you money?”

Val chuckled, “Oh someone who owes us more than money~!”

”The Radio demon is there.”

Vox’s hand shattered the glass instantly.

Still sitting in her seat above, Rem watched on unbothered at the absolute carnage that Alastor was inflicting on the air ship.  The man may not be bothered to remember each of the “battles” Sir Pentious was referring too but the woman does.

Yes each time the inventor may have taken a wall or two but even she was some what impressed on the sheer determination and balls the snake to not only attacked a hotel owned by the royal family and helped run by the Radio Demon.

Her point proven when Sir Pentious, after sliding out of his ship like a wet mop in front of the group down below, faked being helpless just to rip a small chunk out of Alastor’s coat.

She winced as said overlord then proceeded to treat the snake like a golf ball and sent the poor thing to the over side of the Pride Ring.

After a few choice of words, Alastor waved a cheerful farewell, tucking Catlastor into his coat for safe keeping.

“-And here’s the sugar on the cream, he asked Rem to join his team-!”

Said woman paused making dinner half way, her friend’s smugness heard loud and clear.

With his gift placed next to his coffee, Alastor continued, grinning.

”She said No, now his pissy. That’s the tea~!”

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Blue claws held onto her hand possessively, the Radio demon’s blue eyes were narrowed for once while Rem talked with the taller Demon. 

He didn’t like to share anything, most of all with him of all sinners.

Feeling claws tightening on her hand, Rem looked to the blue haired man in concern. He smiled nervously but didn’t object to her squeezing back in comfort.

In front of the two, dressed in his signature black Vox watched on in jealousy. Allen turned to him  and when Rem wasn’t looking his eyes narrowed, pupils turning to dials.

Not after he tried to steal his best friend away from him.

“We have a problem…”

Tracing the rim of his glass with a claw, his scowl deepened. “Alastor is getting close with little princess Morningstar so our main concern is that no deal is construed between Lucifer’s Brat  and that smiling freak.”

Velvette looked up from her phone, bored. “Well how exactly are we supposed to stop it?”

”Put something inside-!”

”No” 

Val scoffs but continued to decorate his gun with school glue and diamonds. “Let me rephrase that: Maybe having someone on the inside might help?”

”Didnt you say Angel was dogging your call?” 

The pimp grumbled, voice vexing. “Well we sure as hell can’t ask Rem, it’s like that Strawberry pimp has her on a leash or something…”

Vox hand itched to throw his glass at the moth.

“We need someone who little miss bleeding heart would take in…?”

”Someone pathetic, desperate, with no direct ties to us…” “I employ every damn under luck loser this side of hell, who the fuck is left?”

On the balcony, Rem winced in pity as she watched the poor unfortunate soul get blasted to the other side of the Pride ring.

”…I think I have just the one.”

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”Hello, it’s nice to meet you! what’s your name?”

“Allen?”  I like that name, one of it’s meaning is “Little Rock.”

”I don’t have many friends, so I was hoping if you could be my first?”

”You will? Yay-! Oh I’m sorry, I’ve been told that I get too loud if I get to excited haha,.”

”…Do I make you uncomfortable? S-sorry about that… I just go, sorry to bother you…”

”Hm..? You want me to stay?”

”What kind of games do you want to play?”

“Congratulations on getting your dream job! You always were pretty good with the radio, considering how much you’ve always hogged it as kids.”

”Don’t look at me like that, you know it’s true.”

”Good luck on your first broadcast, I’ll be tuning in my support!”

”I’m so proud of you! You sounded amazing. Kind of unexpected that one of your segments would be on the killings going around New Orleans tho.”

”Please be careful on your way home okay?”

”I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you…”

Missing woman found. Deceased.

A body of a woman that was reported missing some time ago was recently discovered in the woods of XXX. 

Not much else is known besides the victim last being sighted at the evening of XXX. Could this be the work of the Bayou Butcher?

“It’s been 5 years Remmy…”

”I still remember the day when I watched your b-body leave on the stretcher.”

”It all felt like a dream, going to your funeral.”

”I should have been with you that night.”

…

”I found the ones who did this to you…”

”Mimzy told me that she over heard one of them complain about the little rabbit who left a nasty scar on him, at least you got him good, right?”

”I took days to rip them to shreds.”

”The police later found the gift that I gave you, and the knife they used on you. They finally linked the pest to your death. Too bad I got to them first”

”Mimzy’s worried about me, I always catch her giving me looks.”

”My boss told me to take a few days to my self.”

”I told everyone that I’m fine…”