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09 Feb 2026
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I have yet to read it but I am honestly curious so we wait for more chapters.
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When Alastor arrived in hell, he was sure that nothing could surprise him.
It's amazing that finding a baby in a basket outside his house would prove him wrong.
(Snow White + Tangled AU...or something like that)
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30 Jan 2026
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Chapter 29. Worth a skim reread if you feel like it
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When Vincent applies to an asylum in an attempt to shake up his psychiatrist career, he expects it to be the same as his regular work.
That is, until he learns that all of the patients of this asylum are actually demons from hell.
As if that wasn't bad enough, Vincent also has the pleasure of being assigned the most dangerous patient in the entire building; Alastor the Radio Demon.
Fun.
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20 Jan 2026
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Finished, but there may be a part two to this. Keeping the bookmark for the record.
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Alastor had the voice of an angel. That's what everyone said before they saw him. It was easy, on the radio, to sing and talk his heart out without the look. The look that people gave him. Usually, it was the white folk. In the booth, they'd look at him with disdain and resentment. How tormenting it must be, to their feeble minds, to be doing work to support a mixed-Creole man with brown skin. Other times, it was other black folk. His skin was too dark to be welcomed by the white man, and too light to be accepted by his own community.
So he found his comfort behind a microphone. Where no one could see him, and everyone would listen.
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Or: An AU where the characters of Hazbin Hotel lived in 1930s New Orleans. Alastor is a singer/entertainer busting his ass off to make himself known. He comes to meet a young, lively man that goes by Vox. An entertainer, too, at least he says he is. Vox has many, many ideas that involved Alastor. Many that Alastor does not take kindly too, or, at least he says he doesn't.----
Author's note: Many, many 1930s music will be mentioned in this fic :) it will be a semi-slow burn. I'm obsessed with S2E4, can you tell?- Language:
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14 Jan 2026
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Chapter 8. Alastor doesn’t kill in this one so far. Vox does it seems.
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Alastor has spent nearly a century behind the mask of the Radio Demon—untouchable, eternal, terrifying. Then Vox’s ridiculous holy cannon backfires, and it’s all gone. Now he’s human again: young, beautiful, fragile in ways he hasn’t been since the 1930s. His smile can’t stay fixed, his shadows have minds of their own, and the eyes of Hell—especially one particular pair—are on him in ways he never prepared for. Worst of all, he’s taxed to fix it alongside non other than the television imbecile himself.