I'm writing this while blasting music and crying because HAHAHA- why not right?
TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES LOVELIES❤️

{ U N E D I T E D }

I lean upwards in bed, blinking in the darkness, confused by the sudden red light radiating from the corner of my guest room in the Hazbin Hotel. I checked in a few months ago, wanting a fresh start, and plus, Charlie's been my friend for like- forever... so I thought I might as well support her cause. Things have been ok... for the most part... though... the radio demon- I mean Alastor... has been acting strange lately, though I don't quite know why.

Speaking of which...

That's him is in the corner, staring at me, his wide eyes and humongous smile taunting and humoring me somehow all at once. I run my eyes, pulling my legs to my chest under the sheets and pushing my hair back from my face. Alastor is usually up late, I know that, but why in hell has he chosen to visit my room at this hour?

"Hey Alastor... um- can I help you...?"

He chuckles, softly. Almost so I cannot hear.
I open my mouth to question him further... but...
Then...
it begins to play.

M U S I C

It's slow at first, charming, the music that begins to play. Everyone knows he can dress notes out of thin air... but this is different. This is... more... entrancing. I can feel it pulling at me, sinking through my skin and clawing at my veins like thousands of creatures. Voices echo throughout my body, I reach to cover my ears but I don't have the strength. Soon the noise gets louder, staticky, drowning out every thought in my head until my mind goes completely blank, just filled with the corrupting yet soothing noise around me.

Alastor's voice echos through the atmosphere as he slips onto the mattress beside me. His fingers creasing over my collar bone. I am helpless, every muscle in my bone infiltrated, completely in Alastor's control.

"Please forgive my intrusion my dear, but I can not afford anyone to know about this night... nor can I afford you seeing me in my moment of weakness."

I flinch slightly, the part of my brain that is being suffocated screaming in defiance, trying to squirm out of his siren hold. The music gets louder, and I remain still, letting him slide in front of me, his legs spread ever so slightly. I should run, screech, beg for mercy... for him to leave me alone but I can't... I am frozen. Dead still with a silence in my head trigger by a roaring fire of this demon's... passion? Or is it lust? I can't tell. But denying that there's a part of me that desperately wants this would be a complete lie.

I died like this.
In someone's arm.
Them saying that they'd never let go.
Even in death.
Then the gunshot split the air.
And they got wings.
I got horns.
To be experiencing this— any of this again gives me a terror and a rush I cannot articulate.

"You see... ever since I've seen you you've intrigued me... your unexpected kindness... how? It is... revolting... naive... but strangely-"

He pauses, his breath on my neck.

"-satisfying."

I feel my own breath hitch. He grins into my hair, breathing softly. Shivers run up my spine as his chest touches mine.

"I would not dream of corrupting a women of honor such as yourself... but trust me, this is in both of our best interest... because dear... I have been driven mad by the sight of you... and I just want a taste... just a single taste. I will be satisfied with that... but for now..."

His lips make contact with my skin, causing me to go limp against the head board and him to brace me harder my against it as he trails around me, but not too hard as to leave a mark, though just hard enough to cause my to erupt in a blush. He explores me, feeds on me, my lips, my forehead. His hands split open my veins and cause new feelings to bloom on every inch of my pale flesh.

He smiles widely into my expression, some emotion leaking through my imposed blankness as our eyes collide. Red on (eye/color).

He mistakes it for terror.

"Don't worry my dear, when this is over you won't remember a single thing..."

But as he continues, I begin to relax slightly... and he senses it to. I know he does.

And I cannot help but wonder...

what if I want to remember?