pairing: Fox! deer! Fallen angel! Y/N x Alastor

*summary: Y/N, the half deer/half fox demon/fallen angel of heaven goes to the Hazbin Hotel to find a place to stay and see if she can get lifted back to Heaven. Little does she know she'd find someone she once considered...her husband.*

requested by awzsxbyhnujmi77

*Your POV*

Fucking Adam...piece of shit of a man. Because of you refusing to call him what he...prefers to be called, and the fact that you continued to deny going out on a date with him, he tricked you into going to the border of Heaven with him, before sneaking up behind you and kicking you, waving goodbye as you fell, your hands out-stretched up into the sky as if trying to cling to anything to spare you from the fate that lies beneath.

Though you were given no mercy, and instead, found yourself in the capital of the Pride Ring. Pentagram City. A city with different sections for each of the Seven sins. And you just so happened to have fallen in Cannibal town, your blood slowly dripping onto the streets, drawing in the predators that which are cannibal residents.

You had never run faster in your life then in that moment when you saw a demon slowly approach you, claws out and fangs flashing as she stared at you hungrily, her mouth salivating at the sight of your golden blood splattered on the pavement.

Though thank Heavens you managed to escape Cannibal town before you could lose any piece of yourself to there...insatiable hunger.

What a horrifying experience, all because you didn't want to take Adam's offer for a date. You know damn well the type of man Adam truly is. The type to use you up until you have nothing left to give before dropping you like a bubblegum wrapper to the ground and leaving you behind.

And besides...you couldn't bring yourself to love another man, especially due to the fact that before you had died from an accident in the 1940s, you had been married. To a man who was well known in New Orleans. For something good...and something very bad.

Alastor was his name. Known for his most listened to radio show in all of Lousisana. Known to be a charming gentleman with a bright smile and flattering words, though deep down...he was a monster. In 1933, you one day opened the newspaper and read on the front page that your so-called good husband had been the New Orleans serial killer. Such horrid news to your mourning self. You had just lost your husband to a gunshot to his forehead, mistaken to be a deer in the swaps of New Orleans, only to find out weeks later that the one you married, the one you loved dearly, the one you planned to have children with...was the murderer all along.

The murderer you would bring up to Alastor's face, the murderer who would make you cling a little more to Alastor in fear, and Alastor simply holding you and whispering how he'll protect you from that monster.

All along...that monster was him. Living in the same house with you, sleeping in the same bed with you. The unspeakable horror, dread, and shame you feel. And the worst part about it is...not only did your husband murder innocents, but he also even ate some of his victims before burying their corpses in the hunting grounds that are the swamps.

When you were alive, you wondered why Alastor could return home smelling of smoke and his white shirt freshly stained with droplets of blood, though when you would ask, he'd reply with a smile...

"Oh, just a little messy from my hunt darling. There is fresh venison hanging up in the back though, allow me to cut some for dinner tonight."

...when in reality, those blood stains weren't a poor animal's blood. It was a human.

You shudder, raising both hands to grip your arms as you walk forward on the somewhat crowded and smelly street of Pentagram city, being reminded once again that the man you loved was all along a lie. He was a monster in disguise to be a good man. His mask thick enough to hide his true face...you feel like an idiot falling for his charm and wit, his smile and compliments.

A wolf disguised in sheep's clothing, all the while you were one of the clueless sheep who admired him. You even MARRIED him, gave every part of yourself to him as he did to you, talked about having children with him! Could you imagine? Having children with the man who is a murderer?

It's unbearable to think about.

Upon walking for what felt like an eternity, you stumble across a billboard with an arrow that says Hazbin Hotel. The name seems familiar to you...where have you heard it before? Glancing to where the arrow is pointing, you see the five-story high oddly shaped building, a dirt and bumpy road leading up to its very entrance as it stands on top a hill, overlooking the entire city.

Well, you have two options. Either go to this hotel and see what is there, or stay outside and end up either getting killed, drugged, or raped.

Which one sounds better?

Instantly, you begin to speed walk up the bumpy dirty road, heaving a little from how high and long the walk actually is, though feeling the wave of relief when you finally reach the top and flat ground after going uphill for five minutes.

You will admit one thing...Heaven certainly didn't have hills.

Approaching the doors, you slowly open one, your left eye cautiously scanning inside the room before stepping in completely and shutting the door behind you. From what you can recall, this Hazbin Hotel is a rehabilitation center for sinners who want to try and see if their soul can ascend into Heaven.

A cause founded by Lucifer Morningstar's daughter, Charlie Morningstar. Princess of Hell and owner of this hotel. You couldn't help but truly wonder if this hotel would ever work, or if it's simply a waste of time. Judging Heaven...it isn't any better than Hell. Cleaner yes, but laid back? Such a thing doesn't exisit.

Everything is dress right dress in Heaven. One slip up, and one is considered not worthy. And even then, sometimes they don't have to do anything, they could still get kicked out by Adam because he felt like he was disrespected.

Fucking prick, you can't help but wish someone would kick HIM out. Because he deserves it--scratch that, he's EARNED it.

When the door shuts completely behind you, you take a couple steps forward, taking in the details of the room. One side appears to be a longue, while the other appears to be a bar, overly decorated with deer skulls and antlers.

You feel a slight sting in your chest seeing the decoration, being reminded of a past you want to forget. Alastor would always use the heads of his trophy kills to decorate your shared house with him. You couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same amount of pride in his...murders as he did in his deer hunts.

You shudder once more, before hearing the static of a radio behind you, and a brush of cold wind wrap around you like a blanket. The once empty room now filling with a presence that is unwelcoming.

"Why hello there sinner!" someone chuckles, causing you to turn and be face to face with a grinning man. His mouth full of yellow-colored fangs, his eyes a glowing blood red, while his hair is cut in a 1920s style fashion with its top being red while its ends are black, as he wears a 1920s pin stripped red and black suit with its end torn slightly, while he holds a cane that's top resembles that of a microphone.

Is voice is scratchy much like an old radio, though his smile...

Your eyes widen.

"Are you here looking for redemption? Allow me to introduce myself! My name is--"

He stops, interrupted from the sudden hard, fast, and out of nowhere slap to his face.
Done by your hand.
"You..." you growl shakily, hand shaking from the realization that your husband is right here before you.

You could recognize that smile anywhere, demon or not. He's the only one with a smile THAT big.
Alastor's eyes hardened, staring at you, the static in his voice only getting thicker as his neck snaps disturbingly.

"Well that wasn't very nice, now was it?" he hisses, "was it even justified? Or are you simply just stupid?"

"You...monster," you hiss, stepping closer to him, to angry and hurt to be scared by his sudden snapping of his neck, his words drowning out from static, or the fact that his eyes had shaped to resemble radio dials.

You inhale a deep breath, forcing yourself to stare into the eyes of the one you once loved. The one who deep down...you never stopped loving. Even knowing the truth about him, and see that he's become the monster he made himself.

"Do you even know what you did? To me?" you say, causing Alastor to be a little taken back.
He's never seen you before. He'd remember any soul deal, and the fact that you're a half deer, half fox demon. Wait...are you even a demon? You don't resemble one. No fangs, no claws. You wear what appears to be a clean F/C (Favorite color) suit tailored for a woman's frame.

And...your blood...Alastor sees the glint of golden blood on your cheek. No demon has golden blood. Are you...an angel?
If that's the case, then why did you slap him? And why do you stare at him as if he betrayed you...spiritually and physically.

Usually, for anyone else, he'd have them dead before they took in there next breath. Though when it comes to you...he's refrained himself from doing, genuinely curious and...taken off guard.

"I...beg your pardon?" he asks, trying to laugh, "I don't think I've ever heard of you."

Well, that stung a little. But...it has been since 1933 since you've seen him last. You had passed sometime in the 1940s.
So maybe that's why he doesn't remember. And the fact that you don't appear like your human self anymore. You don't think anyone would recognize you in this form.

"Really huh?" you remark, crossing your arms. "You don't remember June 10th, 1930? You don't remember taking my hand and walking down the alter and standing under a handcrafted wooden arch decorated with New Orleans flowers that took two weeks for us to build? You don't remember slipping the golden ring on my finger and vowing to love me till death do us part?"

You step closer to him, to the point where he gets backed up into a wall, who's doing nothing to get away, too stunned to speak or even blink.

"You don't remember your own wife?" You ask, hearing the static get a little scratchier then before, and witnessing his deer ears on top his head twitch, before drooping backwards.

He had sensed you seemed familiar, but didn't believe it to be true. Were you really his wife from a time lived long ago? Were you really the one who he loved with his whole heart--and even in his afterlife, still loves you--was this all true? Or simply an subconscious act of torture?

Alastor can barely speak, breathing in and out shakily, too afraid to reach out and touch you, in fear you'll disappear before him.

So, in the end, he tries to keep his smile from wavering, as he speaks in a charming voice. "Ah, Y/N darling! I assumed it was you!" he laughs nervously, "I could never forget my own wife! How silly is that?!"

You growl. "You're avoiding the point, Alastor." You step closer to him. "You lied to me. You murdered all those people and then came home to sleep in bed with me. Your hands that held the gun or knife that killed those people touched ME!" you shout, feeling the grime and filth as if it's actually there on your skin. "I gave everything to you! My heart, my devotion, my trust, and you betrayed everything! You betrayed me!"

Breathless, your hands that were clenched into fists release, laying limp at your side, the anger slowly shifting into pain. A broken heart that took YEARS to be restitched in a poor fashion, only for the strings to be cut and for your heart to fall to pieces again in your chest.

It's cruel, how one man had caused the major effects in your existence. He caused you to fall hopelessly and deeply in love with him, only for him to cause the forever earth quake inside of you, leaving you unstable and feeling as if you've lost control. Betrayed, abandoned...you trusted him...you gave him everything, and he committed all those crimes? Why? Why?

You turn away from him, hating yourself for crying in front of him. You don't want him to see you hurt, you want to be the one to hurt him. Though in the end, he always succeed in hurting someone to make them cry. Even if he knows it or not...

Alastor stares at you in silence, watching your back shudder from your quiet sobs, feeling like the worst being to have ever existed.
He knows he's a monster, a cold hearted deal maker who claims souls for his own hunger, and he never cared about it. He enjoys it. He loves seeing fear in another person eyes. It fuels him...

But when its you whose crying because of him, whose hurt because of him, he hates himself for it. That he was the one who caused you to suffer like this, when he made a vow on their wedding day to always protect and love you from all the pain and anguish in the world.

Exhaling softly, Alastor takes the dare to extend a hand and place it comfortingly on your shoulder. Gently, to not scare you away.

"You are correct about all those things," he replies softly, "I did betray you. I betrayed our marriage and indulged in the thrill of being something more then a radio host."

He squeezes your shoulder in a reassuring way. "But despite everything, my choices in life, I never regretted meeting you, or having you become my wife. If I must be honest, I never deserved you, I still don't deserve you. But, darling..."

Alastor turns you so that you face him, his hands raising to cup your face. The first time in so, so long...

"I loved you. I still love you. That never changed for me...alas, I was a serial killer, but I never had the intention to hurt you. I vowed to always protect and love you--"

"But you were the danger..." you cut in, causing Alastor to exhale softly.

"I know," he says, "but I was never a danger to you."

He brushes aside a lock of your hair. "I do not know the story as to how you got down here, but in a place like this, this is where you really are in danger. Down here, you'll be hunted at every turn, considered the weak one that could be taken advantage of." Alastor squeezes your hand. "I will protect you from all those things, dearest. You need only trust me."

"How can I?" you look up at him, feeling his thumbs caressing your cheek bones, and hating yourself for liking it.

"Because I am the only familiar one down here. I am the only one who knows how to keep you safe from harms way...I'm your husband."

Your breath hitches, before you find yourself throwing your arms around him, hugging him tightly, missing the feeling of him in your arms.

Alastor's smile softens, as he hugs you back. "We are reunited once again, my beloved. Now, let us spend the rest of our afterlives together."

Thanks for reading!
DISCLAIMER: I type on my tablet, and it doesn't have an auto corrector when it comes to words like, "Their, there, then, than, who's, whose."
and I didn't have time to proof read it on my laptop, but here it is :)