pairing: Evil! soul owned! revenge seeking! Y/N x Evil! Alastor

*summary: Y/N is Alastor's fiancé, his equal in all...quite literally. Both their intentions are to overthrow Hell's king and family, and rise to be the new rulers of all Hell...*

WARNING: HORROR

Lyrics have been slightly altered to better fit this imagine.

*Your POV*

The clock strikes 1:00 in the morning, it's bell dinging as it pulls you out of your restful slumber.
You rise from your bed fit for two, simply wearing a black nightgown with lace trimming and spaghetti straps. You don't bother to wear slippers; you enjoy the chill of the floor on your skin.

Tying a knot around your waist, you brush your hair aside as you leave the darkness of your bedroom to enter the balcony, being hit with a blow of wind that smells of Hell's scents.

You step closer to the balcony, hands resting on top the stone railing, while red roses grow in flower boxes that hang off the railing, dangling. One little bump, and the flowers will fall. Down...down...down...into the place that is Pentagram city.

Extending a hand, you pick a rose, touching its petals as if it's a delicate little thing needing gentle care. Though with one simple caress on a single petal, the flower wilts within seconds. Drying up before crumpling, its detached pieces blowing in the wind away from you.

You smirk a little, your eyes catching glance of the clockwork tower in the center of the city, an hourglass placed on top as a timer sits underneath, reading 257 days.

257 days before the next joyful slaughter will begin. When angry angels will fly down like predatory birds and kill any sinner they see in sight, no hesitation, no sympathy.

Quite a fun thing to watch from afar. Though it was something you used to hate before...
Before...he found you.

You look behind you, staring through the French glass doors to look for the glowing color of crimson eyes that seem to stalk your every move. But you don't mind it. You like it when those blood hungry, obsessive, passionate eyes look at you. Makes you feel like a real woman, if you want to be honest. 

When you see no flicker of red, you bring your attention back to the poor city that you are forced to live in, just like everyone else here.

With proper ruling...these demons will be little sheep following there Shepard's every move, waiting in patience for the scraps that fuels their addictions, doing a Shepard's every demand if it means that they are given the one thing that makes them go numb, makes them even more dead inside, all the while makes them feel more alive than ever before.

Drugs...lust...alcohol...
All demons are addicts. And when there is an addict, there is a puppet, willing to dance for anyone if they can feel whole with whatever substance they are addicted to.

What a waste of a power source...imagine the things you and your fiancé could succeed in being such rulers of a place like this?
Though to your distaste, such power is held by one...

Lucifer Morningstar.

An Angel casted out of Heaven's light from giving Eve the power of freewill, disrupting the order and balance Heaven and its Elders worked centuries to keep protected.
All from one careless angel...and the root of evil was born.

To you, there are different types of evils.
One, being an evil addict--someone who did monstrous things, though remains controlled by whatever they are addicted too. The weaker sort of evil. Anyone could control that, as long as your hands held the addiction they suffer.

And then...there is the evil that can't be controlled. The evil that spreads like a wildfire, slaughtering everything and everyone in its path, while remaining untouched.

How funny...live is the word evil spelled backwards. Even in good things, there are hidden bad things behind it.
Live, evil. Santa, Satan, when the words are shuffled.

No matter how good Heaven wants to be, they are just as evil. That's the whole point, there is hidden evil within everything, some choose to ignore it, while some embrace it.

As...you did. For years you went ignoring it, until your soul was wrongfully judged by Heaven, and you were casted to Hell's flames an innocent being. All the while...the true one at fault...was welcomed to Heaven with open arms.

So many nights you've ran and hid from any danger that lurked nearby, feeling like a dimming ball of light being surrounded by a world of black.
For years, you were a desperate fool, wanting to do anything to climb to Heaven where you belong, oblivious to the potential you had.

That was...until you met him.

Three years ago, when you sat on the sidewalk of Pentagram city, feeling dirty on every inch of you, victimized from Hell and its brutal touch, that was when he appeared.
A man...holding a dangerous smile...and even a more dangerous deal. 

He had extended his hand to you, and introduced himself as Alastor, asking you questions about yourself and how you got here.
When you explained your story at how Heaven judged you wrongly...

You shudder a little. You can still remember the smirk on his face that day...the strings in his head attaching, planning ways on how to make you his.

You regretted that night meeting him, knowing exactly what you signed up for. A soul-deal. His handshake, signing your soul to him for him to play and use it for his gain.
But over the years...you slowly began to see him as someone looking up to. Someone worth following, someone worth being close to and admiring.

He's the evil that Hell should fear.
But he isn't alone when it comes down to that.
For he...made you his equal. He showed you all the things you were told was wrong in a clearer vision, revealed to you that to not be Heaven or Hell's victim, that you need to become something it will fear. That everyone will fear.

And now, you find yourself looking out at the city you will one day rule, smirking in an evil way.
Once Hell is yours...then Heaven will be next.

You...will get your sweet taste for revenge on them for what they did to you. But, as Alastor says, one must be patience.
For they say revenge is better served cold, it tastes better when it isn't rushed.

You feel a pair of arms snake around your waist, before a chin rest on your shoulder, and a static voice whispers in your ear, sending giddy butterflies to take flight in your stomach from the warmth of his breath blowing softly in your ear.

"Is my bride restless?" he murmurs, his lips almost grazing your ear teasingly.
You smirk, squeezing his arm around your waist with your right hand.

Alas, the man you made a deal with, the one who you originally despised and feared--before he became your teacher--is your fiancé. A man you fell in love with...though it isn't a natural sort of love. 

This love...is a little bit more possessive, a little hotter, and a little bit more...deadly.
Though where's the fun in too sugary sweet romance?

"It's all right there before us, beloved," you look towards the city, it's bright lights shining in Hell's darkened atmosphere.
"Sitting there...like a clueless sheep in a prairie," your voice lowers. "While we the wolves stand in the shadows..."

Chuckling, Alastor gives you a kiss on your neck below your ear, feeling a pinch excitement from
You were once a scared, timid thing. How his efforts in shaping you were not wasted.

It was...startling. One night, you were a mute, sitting in a chair remaining motionless and refusing to gaze into his eyes.
The next day...your eyes held a psychotic stare, the smile on your face bright and wide, while your hand held a bloody knife, as you cackled.

It was then he knew...you finally lost that last bit of hope inside of you and drove straight into the darkness and welcomed it like an old friend.

You raise a hand to cup his face, your back still against his chest, your eyes staring at Hell in a starving manner, as it teases you by being so close to your gain, yet so far away...

Alastor can feel your body tense, so he squeezes you a little tighter. 
"In due time, my dearest nightmare..." he brushes aside a strand of your hair to expose your shoulder, as he then kisses you there, hands gripping your waist, his claws digging in your flesh in such a way you gasp softly. Though not in pain...but in...pleasure. 

He smirks, releasing you as he comes to stand by your side, propping his elbows on the railing to take a turn staring at the city that's calling his name for the taking.
Once he takes out that Lucifer...then Hell will go into a frenzy, before being whipped back in life by Alastor, while he'll have you, his dearest bride, to rule alongside him.

You glance at him, almost as if reading his thoughts, you speak. "Do you have a plan to take down Lucifer?"

He remains silent for a moment, before returning your glance, one hand slipping under your chin to raise your head so that your eyes can stare into his as he speaks. 
"Don't you worry your pretty head about it, my darling," he whispers, "I have everything under control. And once it is all ours..." he inhales deeply, shuddering at the thought of being in Lucifer's throne while you sit beside him.

"Then you will have your sweet revenge on that sinner in disguise up above," Alastor flicks a finger up towards the sky, and a wave of fury floods your chest, causing your hands to clench into fists.
"I don't want just him to face my wrath..." you hiss, "I want all of Heaven to fear me. To bow before me. To face my nightmare!"

Alastor grins at your outburst of rage and hate, laced with the tone that screams revenge seeking.
He loves how you're almost as insane as him, how your power seeking like him, though alas...he does confess that you are clueless at the same time. A side effect of vengeance seeking. It makes one irrational, desperate. Which you show signs of.

Alastor takes your hands in his own, his thumbs brushing against your soft knuckles.
"Your revenge will be served at its finest form, my dear, but all of Heaven is out of our reach..."

You glare at him. "Because YOU believe it to be so..."
"Because I am not blinded, like you are," he responds distastefully, annoyed at your persistence at taking over all of Heaven, which he knows is an impossible thing to accomplish.

You turn away, your hands trembling on the railing, as you shut your eyes. "You...didn't see their faces as they believed me to be the one worth letting fall," your squeeze the railing, to the point where your knuckles go pale, as your mind fills with the thoughts and same emotions you felt at that moment when they said you weren't welcomed through Heaven's gate. 

You were a pure soul. You did no wrong, maybe played with lottery tickets here and there and swore and used God's name in vain, but who hasn't done so?! What about the hundreds who were given entry to Heaven, whose done what you did? It wasn't right...it wasn't fair. Especially the fact that the person who stood beside you in front of St. Peter was guilty of more sins than you...and allowed in, while you were pushed over the edge, tumbling down to Hell and its fiery pit. 

Your eyes shoot open, your breathing becoming a little deeper while your hands still squeeze the railing. "I want...everyone to suffer..." you hiss. "I want to be something more than a fallen human soul who was wrongly accused and cast to Hell to ROT while the real sinner sits above me getting FATTER by the DAY!" 

You aggressively push yourself off the railing, taking a couple steps back, hands trembling as they clench at your side. 
Alastor smirks a little. His bride is hurting, using her pain as an excuse to become Hell's most feared monster. All the while HE is doing it because it's fun, and because he wants to be feared...simply just that. No revenge, nothing at all. 

"I want everyone...to taste a nightmare that will never end," you whisper, a soft psychotic chuckle escaping your lips, as your posture straightens, and you begin to sing.

🎶"In the dwindling twilight time is unwinding, lines are blurred," you step forward, "under the guise of a poor soul into your nightmare I've been lured. Like a puppet, tied, and hung up tightly bound."🎶

You touch his face lovingly. 🎶"Your strings I've been strung to, I'd dream that I'd run away from you if my feet could feel the ground."
Pushing him softly away, you flip around. "Now I'm out of the woods, safe and sound as I board up the doors. But once I'm in the clear, and free of all fear, I find that I'm hungry for more."🎶

Alastor chuckles. 🎶"The hunt has begun, hold onto your hats, if it isn't knives, it's eyes in your back. So, whether or not you're friendly with rats, pretend you're a mouse in a house full of cats."🎶

You smile. 🎶"Hell is the prison they doomed me to dwell, with room for just one, but two in a cell. The dusk is upon us, I knew as it fell. That darkness is honest, are you to yourself?"
Your hands raise and grab at your face. "With my thoughts are distorted and my body dysmorphed into monstrous forms of the awfullest sorts."🎶

🎶"We're locked up with dolls and their hollowed-out corpses, all haunted by hunger, the omniscient force!"🎶

🎶"So often my reveries are littered with the debris of my hopes and dreams,"🎶 you wave a hand in front of you, imagining a life accepted into Heaven, though the image quickly disappears as you're brought back to reality as you shake your head. 🎶"As we all grow to be old and bitter, a tale foretold in broken screens."🎶

🎶"How blinding the glare, your mind is so weak," Alastor takes your hands into his, "I'd like you to share this nightmare with me. I hide behind my smile to not show them my lies. I know that we'll rise with no coattail to ride!"🎶

🎶"Mannequin paired with marionette! In a dissonant discord, our deadly duet," you begin to sway with him. 🎶"We're lost in a lullaby, slumbering away, where sins remain hidden but rarely, they stay!"🎶

You spin him, as the both of you begin to sing together. 🎶"It was only in my shadow that I'd finally found a friend. 'Till the light that bound us let go and the devil took my hand,"🎶 you smirk when you flick a look toward his hand intertwined with yours. 🎶"As they closed my eyes, remind me once again, what's the dreamer's lie? Every nightmare has an end?"🎶

🎶"Beware the dreamer's lie, every nightmare has an end,"🎶 he dips you. 
🎶"Or you'll be where the dreamers lie...some nightmares never end,"🎶 you smile at him, raising to gingerly caress his face while you still remain in the dipped position, before he lifts you back up and spins you. 

🎶"I sleep like the dead, nonetheless I am lucid, if dreams have meaning, perhaps I should tune in!"🎶

🎶"To the signal that beckons, familiar it seems,"🎶 you raise a finger to your lips, 🎶"be silent, you might see yourself in its beams." You flick a look towards the white light glowing in the sky that is Heaven, and the Morningstar palace tucked underneath it.

🎶"A knife or a noose is what you'll be met if you try to play nice and stick out your neck,"🎶 he lets you go to spin by himself, arms being thrown out as shadows emerge behind him. 🎶"I thrive in the shadows, untrusting of the light. Be warned if you join me, it's just for a bite..."🎶Alastor leans towards you, making a biting sound with his mouth, which to you...gets you a little excited.

You reach out to touch a shadow, your fingers falling through it as if reaching out to grasp air. 🎶"I'd rather be lost and lonely, cause friends aren't meant to last."🎶 You take his hand as he joins your singing, the two of you looking out towards the city at the building that is the Hazbin Hotel. 🎶"Thought they finally got to know us, but they've only met the mask..."🎶

You raise a hand to your lips that are now smiling, just like he is. 
Alastor smirks.

You step forward, imagining all the hopeless sinner demons that walk the streets aimlessly. 🎶"Sad is the dream where the grass is quite green, turned into pasture of mesmerized sheep. I'd count them, but why should I bother? In the end, they're all meant to be slaughtered!"🎶

You laugh in a menacing way as you jump on top the railing to dance, almost as if you're standing on the thin line between life and death, though you don't care. 🎶"It was only in my shadow that I'd finally found a friend! 'Till the light that bound us let go and the devil took my hand. As they closed my eyes remind me once again, what's the dreamers lie? Every nightmare has an end..."🎶

Alastor lifts you off the railing, arms wrapped around your waist as he spins you slowly, his dangerous eyes staring up into yours as if you're his queen. You smirk, loving you have that sort of power over him in this moment.

As the spin begins to slow, you reach and cup his face with one hand, his face level with your chest. 

🎶"Or you'll be where the dreamers lie...some nightmares never end..."🎶

Alastor sets you back down, though his arms remain wrapped around you.
How hopelessly and deeply he fell in love with you...his perfect nightmare...one that he wants to last forever. 
His most prized soul possession...one that has the same hunger as he.

And...his most obedient soul possession, unlike the others.
Alastor pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. Slow at first, but passionate as the seconds pass, him trying to dominant you, while you try to do it back, though you do it in a less way. Deep down, you like it when he's dominant over you, like you're his doll...it's hot.

He's the only one who knows how to make you feel like this. The only one who WANTS this part of you. Just like you're the only one who knows how to make him feel...and the only one who accepts that side of him when everyone else fears it.

As the kissing grows wilder, he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, slightly biting to cause a gasp of air to leave your lungs in the middle of the kiss. He smirks, one hand slowly running up your back, feeling the bones in your spine one by one... 

When he pulls away from the kiss, he rests his head on your shoulder. "You're my beautiful obsession...a nightmare I never want to wake up from," he smirks, placing a kiss on your shoulder. "We'll be pulling all the strings soon, my dear. For now..." 

He slips a finger under your chin. "We'll take things nice...and slow...darling~"  

You smirk, before you feel yourself being carried back inside to your shared bedroom with Alastor, as Alastor snaps his fingers and the doors and curtains shut around the two of you.
One sweet sweet day...the throne will belong to the two of you. Alastor as Hell's king, and you as Hell's queen. 

The two of you will be reminders to those who dare ever try to hurt either of you, that they will face the horrors...of a living everlasting nightmare.