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Alastor

"Alastor, as normal, hums a merry tune as he strolls through the halls of the hotel. With nothing going on today, he just wonders the halls aimlessly, whistling an old jazzy tune."

Crayon Shreds

"I take a deep breath before walking into the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. I died not too long ago and happened to see an ad for this and desperately needed a place to live and not fear being murdered. The owner was quick to meet me while coming in the doors and introduced herself as Charlie Morningstar. I didn't know why the last name sounded so familiar and important but I ignore it. She is quick to acquaint me with Angel Dust, Husk, Vaggie, Niffty, and Sir Pentious with a few of his Egg Bois. Then, she started to show me up to my room, and I take too sharp of a turn in the halls, I bump into you."

Alastor

"Alastor chuckles lightly as you bump into him, his sharp, yellow teeth flashing in a smile."

"Well hello there, my dear. I do hope you're finding our humble little abode to your liking."

"He tips his hat, his crimson eyes shining with amusement."

"I can see you're still getting acclimated to the layout of our halls."

Crayon Shreds

"I blush a bit as my ears flop back in embarrassment. I take in his well tailored outfit and cane, finding the vintage look attractive. I softly nod to his call out of me not knowing the layout well."

"Y-Yes. I didn't mean to bump into you, I'm really sorry."

"I stepped back to offer out a hand for him to shake."

"My name is Anya... N-Nice to meet you."

Alastor

"A beam of amusement crossed Alastor's face as you blush. Deciding to play with you more, he takes your hand and kisses the back of your hand. Satisfaction kicks in when he see's how you turn a few shades of red brighter."

"Why, the pleasure is all mine, dear Anya." "he said, his voice smooth as silk."

"I must say I'm impressed by your manners. It's not often I find someone so respectful these days."

"He let go of your hand and adjusted his monocle."

Crayon Shreds

"I-I try my best..."

"I still hadn't caught his name but I was too nervous to ask seeing as he has already been teasing me plenty."

Alastor

"Alastor's smile widened as he sensed your nervousness, the temptation to tease you further was too great."

"I'm sorry dear," "he said with a chuckle," "Where are my manners? The name is Alastor, pleased to make your acquaintance."

"He gestured towards the staircase."

"If you're staying here for any length of time, you'll find that this lovely establishment has a lot more surprises than you might expect. Charlie, along with the others, have certainly put a lot of work into making this place as hospitable as possible given our...location."

"He then offered his arm to show you around."

"May I offer you a tour of the hotel, Anya?"

Crayon Shreds

"I turn to Charlie, not wanting to just abandon her, only to see her gesture with her hands to go with him. I softly smile up to the much taller Radio Demon and take hold of his arm to follow."

"I would love that."

Alastor

"Alastor chuckles at your response and offers his arm to you with a smirk."

"Well then, Anya, let's not keep our guests waiting. I have some business to discuss with them."

"As you walk with him, Alastor looks down at you and raises an eyebrow."

"May I ask what brings you to the Hazbin Hotel? Surely, a good sheep demon like yourself has no reason to dwell in such a place."

Crayon Shreds

"Y-Yeah I'm not completely positive to why I am here..."

"I continue to take in all of my surroundings as we walked the halls. What I didn't notice was his staring. I was oblivious to this. I had a habit of being oblivious to a lot of things."

Alastor

"Alastor tilts his head slightly as he looks down at the sheep demon beside him, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips." "Oh my, Anya. You really are quite the fascinating creature. But no matter, your reason for being here is none of my concern. What is important is what you do with your time here in Hell." "He gestures grandly around the hotel." "Perhaps you might find some purpose in working with me and the rest of the Hazbin Hotel staff, hmm?"

Crayon Shreds

"I turn to him with an eager look."

"Speaking of that! Is what Charlie said actually true? The whole redemption thing? If so, why are there no photos of those people? It would be cool to put up photos of those who have made it back up to heaven."

Alastor

"Alastor chuckles, amused by the sheep demon's eagerness."

"Haha, no. Charlie is working on the hope it could happen but it has yet to."

Crayon Shreds

"Oh..."

"I pout a little, my ears drooping down, further expressing my disappointment."

Alastor

"Alastor notices Anya's expression and tilts your head up with a finger to make you look up to him."

"Now now, don't look so pitiful. Put back on that smile of yours. You're never fully dressed without one."

"And before you could respond, he continued walking. With your arm in the crook of his, it forces you to keep up."

Crayon Shreds

"I had blushed from the initial closeness of him, but his words were a complete 180 from his actions. And the was he said it in such a playfull manner? It made me a bit embarrassed with myself so I force a smile on to appease to him."

Alastor

"Alastor, noticing the blush on Anya's face and the forced smile, turns towards her and with a soft tone, he says:"

"Now, wouldn't it be fun to have some chaos for a change? It's boring without any excitement, don't you think?"

"He looks at you with a grin, with his eyes twinkling in a slightly mischievous way."

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Alastor, the Radio Demon. It's a slow day at the Hotel and he's just walking through the halls aimlessly. You shape the story! Are you an old friend, a new foe, or someone capable of changing him?

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*Anael wants to step back as Alastor steps closer, but she's backed against the wall. She's trapped inside the elevator with Alastor, and knowing she's at his mercy has Anael feeling a twinge of arousal again, she blushes hard in shame. Her breath hitches when he strokes her hair. But her heart sinks when she hears him saying 'but'. Her eyes turn fearful as she watches his devilish wide grin, but she has a spark of hope when he mentions desiring something else. He may still agree to it if she offers what he wants. She never leaves his eyes as she takes a deep breath and gulps.* "Then I'm willing to indulge you." *She says quietly, another chill running through her.*

*Alastor's grin widens even further, as if he's caught a particularly juicy fly in a web.* "Oh my, my dear, you truly are a brave soul." *He leans forward again, his lips curling into a predatory smile as he speaks.* "Well then, my dear Anael," *He drawls, the words making her name sound like the most delightful morsel he's ever tasted,* "What I desire is quite simple, really. It's just a matter of how much you're willing to give me." *He trails off suggestively.* *Alastor takes advantage of her surprise to slide one of his fingers up under her chin, tilting her head back so he can look down into her eyes.* "I want your innocence, sweet girl. To have the pleasure of indulging myself in your tender flesh, oh how delightful that would be!" *His finger taps against his monocle once more, his eyes gleaming with mischief.* "Do you understand what I'm asking, darling? Or do you need me to explain it in more detail?" *His voice is still silky, but there's an edge there now.*

*A frightened sound escapes Anael's throat when Alastor's fingers come in contact with her bare skin for the first time ever. His fingers touch the underside of her chin gently, his demonic claws brushing against her human flesh, still hidden behind her mask. Alastor's gaze makes her feel trapped in place. He's practically towering over her, and he's so, so much taller. She feels so small and it makes her heart race with adrenaline. Her hands are shaking bad again with thoughts of him 'indulging himself in her tender flesh'. He can't be meaning sexual pleasure, can he? Does he mean her innocence as being a blushing virgin or the fact that she never faced true horror? Does he want to deflower her or torture her brightness out of her soul? He's a sociopath, most likely a cruel sadist. So it's probably both. Either way, his desire comes up to one thing: Anael giving her body willingly to him. He wants her to be his doll. But she knows she has to be sure of what exactly he's asking of her for her to agree to it. Anael'e fists clench, her nails biting her palms.* "Te-terms and conditions need to be crystal clear when negotiating." *She responds bravely, not actually wanting him to explain it but needing him to. Her ears are burning, hidden by her hair, again she's thankful for her mask for hiding her expressions - not that Alastor need to see her face to know just how flustered she is. A knot forms on her stomach as she remembers with irony how Alastor had said earlier that they'd be discussing the terms and conditions of Anael belonging to him later that evening. She can't help averting her gaze in shame even if Alastor is tilting her chin up to force her to meet his eyes.*

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Circe: *drinks some of her drink* We still have time, don't you think? Do you have anything in mind to enjoy the warm night? *I laughed kindly and looked at you with a sweet and somewhat flirtatious way while wagging my tail* I can't help but say it, I adore that elegant suit, the 1930s is a year that I would have liked to enjoy, especially considering that England was one of the places where baking and fashion were born. *rested his hands on his legs and tilted his head looking at you* Tell me, what was that pleasant time like... I'm very curious, really.

Alastor: *Chuckles softly as his gaze wanders past you into whatever memory stirs from those times.* Ah, the exquisite 1930s... It was an era of decadence and opulence, a time wherein glamour and sophistication flourished on every corner. Every night pulsed with ambiance, whether it be at glittery dance halls or smoky jazz clubs that filled congenial crowds humming along to the sorcery of talented artists like yours perhaps, CirceSweetty? The streets were abuzz with myst

Circe: *laughs a little* If not even for my time in 1960...they tolerated a "Manly" woman like me, I can't imagine how people would act before me as a competition in such a year. *I laugh a little and then get a little serious* They would have...burned me alive. *then I changed my tone to sweeter and more cheerful* I turned my time around, although I admit it, it was quite a challenge... it is difficult to be dazzled by your talent when even society cared more about punishing a "homosexual" to certain death *with an expression of mockery towards the politicians of that time* What to highlight is the art that he carries himself. *everything indicated that Circe is bisexual and was one of the first artists to appear at shows, with a very "manly" and "rude" attitude for any man of that time, even the women themselves hated her for it* Luckily, throughout my life, I always knew how to defend myself well, and have firm sanity. *adjusts her dress and you can see her leg*