2nd installment of the Hazbin Hotel series
In a world where power and manipulation reign supreme, Alastor and Vira find themselves entangled in a complex web of intrigue and control. As two formidable figures with their own hidden agendas, their int...
The lobby of the hotel, typically a whirlwind of chaos and lively chatter, felt markedly different today. Smooth jazz drifted from an old radio tucked in the corner, casting a spell over the room and transforming it into something almost magical.
At the heart of it all, Alastor and Vira danced. Their movements were graceful, as if the rhythm of the music dictated their every step. Alastor's hand rested lightly on Vira's waist, the other holding hers with a delicate precision. His trademark grin, usually sharp and eerie, softened into something more tender, almost sincere. Vira gazed up at him, a glimmer of affection lighting her eyes.
The soft shuffle of their feet against the polished floor was the only sound besides the music, creating a scene so serene, it felt out of place in the chaos of Hell.
The lobby doors creaked open, and in walked Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, and Angel Dust. They stopped dead in their tracks, as if stumbling upon a secret.
Charlie gasped, her hands clasped tightly against her chest, eyes wide with delight. "Oh my gosh! Look at them!"
Vaggie gave a small, amused shake of her head. "They're at it again," she muttered, her voice low to keep Charlie from squealing too loudly. "You're going to make them notice us."
But Charlie was transfixed. "It's just so romantic! They look like they're straight out of a movie!"
Angel Dust, standing behind them, rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh, for Satan's sake. This again? In the lobby? Really?" He made a gagging motion. "Somebody get me a bucket."
Husk grunted in agreement, arms crossed, though his eyes didn't leave the couple. "I need a drink," he grumbled but didn't move, clearly just as captivated.
In the center of the room, Alastor dipped Vira with a theatrical flair, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Ah, my dear, you're the one thing in this wretched place that makes it almost tolerable," he purred, his voice low and teasing, loud enough for their little audience to hear.
Vira chuckled as he brought her back up, their movements as smooth as ever. "And here I thought you were just showing off," she teased, though her voice held a warmth that belied her playful tone.
"Well," Alastor smirked, twirling her once more, "I do enjoy putting on a good show. Especially when the audience is so... rapt." His glance flicked toward the door, clearly aware of their onlookers the entire time.
Charlie practically swooned. "They're perfect together!"
Vaggie sighed, though a small smile tugged at her lips. "Come on, Charlie. Let's give them some space."
Before they could retreat, Angel Dust interjected, striding forward with a smirk. "Space? Nah, I wanna see how far this little waltz goes. Maybe they'll start tearing their clothes off next, and we'll—"
"ANGEL!!!" Charlie shrieked, horrified.
Vira finally noticed the group and raised an eyebrow at Alastor, her voice dripping with amusement. "I think we've drawn a crowd."
Alastor chuckled, entirely unbothered. "Let them watch. After all, it's not every day they witness such elegance." With a flourish, he pulled Vira close, spinning her dramatically across the floor, ensuring their audience got quite the spectacle.
Vira laughed softly, leaning into him as they moved effortlessly in sync, the jazz setting the rhythm for their private little world.
Angel Dust rolled his eyes. "Okay, that's it. I've had enough. I need to bleach my eyes after all this lovey-dovey nonsense." He turned to Husk, waving him over. "C'mon, Husk. I'll make you a drink. You look like you need it after all this."
Husk sighed but followed, though his gaze lingered on the couple a moment longer. "Yeah... way too early for this kinda crap."
Charlie remained entranced, hands still pressed against her cheeks as she squealed, "They're just so... perfect!"
Vaggie, gently pulling her away, smiled. "Alright, Charlie, let's give them some privacy before you burst into a musical number."
As the others reluctantly left, Alastor and Vira continued to dance, oblivious to the outside world. The jazz tune swelled, and for those few moments, Hell itself seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the rhythm they shared.
Vira rested her forehead against Alastor's, her smile never wavering. "Looks like they're gone," she whispered.
Alastor chuckled, his hand resting comfortably on her waist as their dance slowed to a gentle sway. "Good. I much prefer an audience of one, darling~"
And so, they let the music guide them, two souls intertwined in perfect harmony, even in the depths of Hell.
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