A Journey Through Hell -Radiodust- (Hazbin Hotel)

A/N: This took longer than expected qwq

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It had only been a month since the engagement, and things were already out of hand. They decided to have the wedding in 5 months, not a ton of time, but with their connections Alastor and Angel could have a wedding as big as Charlie and Vaggie's! And they both wanted the wedding before the next extermination, seeing as planning around extermination were incredibly difficult.

However, due to Alastor's new job as the owner of the original Hazbin Hotel, Angel spent a long of time planning on his own. Alastor was very sorry of course, but with him now running the place without the help of Charlie- it had become quite difficult. Many of its patients only came to see Angel, or the Radio Demon. It had become quite big on the news that the Radio Demon himself was running a hazbin of a hotel. (GOT EEEM)

Indeed planning, a wedding with only 4 more months to go was quite difficult and nowhere near easy. Angel was busy making calls to a caterer, yelling at them over the order.

"No no! Not veal! Venison! VENISON! Alastor eats venison, not veal! Who the fuck eats old cows anyway?!" The spider threw the phone at the wall.

"VENISON!"

He groaned and crossed all four of his arms, plopping down on the sofa. Checking the time he realized he had a photo shoot for Hell's Favorite in 20 minutes,a magazine he was always in, whether he was acting or not.

Being a model was easy money, but so time consuming. It was 7+ shoots a week, all in which took around 2 hours. This gave him little time to even try and plan the wedding.

The spider decided to call the florists and arrange a meeting to where he and Al would go choose the flowers for the tables, and his bouquet. Alastor had Sundays off, or at least that's when he wasn't busy, so Angel settled on 2:30 PM on Sunday.

As soon as he was done, he fluffed up hid hair- put on a little makeup since they did his makeup at the shoot- grabbed his handbag and left.

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Alastor was spinning in his office chair, odd for the Radio Demon, but who could blame him? He would rather be wedding planning with Angel, but no he was stuck reading over the hotel's taxes and dragging them out of the debt Charlie put them in. Charlie was a good girl of course, but she no way in Hell knew how to run a hotel on her own. If Alastor hadn't came nearly 3 years ago the hotel wouldn't be as famous as it was now. Of course, since her and Vaggie now had experience, the second hotel was running smoothly over on the other side of town. Yet though, Alastor was stuck pulling them out of the debt they had caused.

This stressed the living hell out of the deer, driving him mad. Al loved his job, no doubt about that. However, the constant pain and annoyance he sealed with everyday was on his last nerves. The demons in hell were such pricks in these modern days, always complaining about that God forsaken plague they died from back in 2020. Guarantee he would kill the next person who named the virus. This was Hell, no one gave a fuck about what the fuck was happening on Earth.

Time ticked away dreadfully slow, the Radio Demon signing paper after paper. He made checks to cover the taxes, creating a chart for his next bank meeting due to the debt. After 20 minutes of figuring out how a laptop worked, he made a Skype call to Charlie and Vaggie regarding their next meeting with the banks.

Of course, Alastor became bored as Charlie spoke on and on about something to do with economy. As stated before, the red demon was in no way paying attention, yawning and nodding when Charlie said bye.

The deer sat back in his chair, running his hands through his hair with a groan. Running the hotel was too much on him, all he wanted was to be home with his Angel.

Eventually, it was 5 o'clock, time for him to go home. He grabbed his coat and threw it on, getting the keys to the rooms and handing them to the new manager, Husk. Immediately he was on the next bus to the part of town him and Angel lived in, seeing as he was too tired to make a portal.

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Once finished with his shoot, Angel threw on his fluffy pink jacket as he called up an uber. Neither him or Al drove due to Alastor usually just making portals, or both just enjoying walks around Pentagram City.

He was going to be on the cover of Vogue, but alas.. his legs were too long.

The spider stood outside, reaching into his handbag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one. Now, Angel had been sober for nearly 1 and half years now. He only drank at events or every so often with the supervision of Alastor, however the stress was starting to get to him. Alastor would lose it if he knew Angel had started smoking again, but dear Lucifer did it feel good to let loose.

Once the uber arrived, Angel hopped in, telling them to drop him off a block from his house cuz' pfft, why tell him his address? The model just scrolled through Pen-stagram, rolling his eyes at the unnecessary drama. People could be so attention seeking on social media, it was honestly gag-worthy.

Once out, he threw his cigarette to the gfpujr and stomped on it. He reached into his bag and pulled out some gum to cover the cigarette smell. Angel never stank of cigarettes, he could never ruin such precious clothing with a nicotine and tobacco infested stick, his clothes were simply to precious.

Home was just around the corner, and though it was just 5:30, Angel did hate walking alone anytime in the afternoon- whe all the creeps came out. Most men in Hell were straight up perverts. Even if Angel wasn't a sex-worker anymore, they still pestered the shit out of him. Hence why Alastor accompanied him-or one of Angel's friends- on his outings.

The spider bolted home, stumbling to the door as if his life depended on it. He tanked his keys out and unlocked the door, fumbling inside whilst slamming said door.

Inside sat a confused Alastor, sipping tea on the couch as Jambalaya cooked on the stove.

"Welcome home, my darling!" Alastor said as he three his arms around his soon-to-be-husband.

Angel giggled and hugged back, his brooms set of arms around his torso and others around the deer's neck. Al gave the spider a quick peck on the lips, chuckling before licking them.

He did not taste that usual bubblegum, it was.. mint?

"Angel, don't you hate mint?" The deer questioned, cocking his head.

Angel, being a former actor, did his best not to freak out. But he was sweating. Bubblegum was too sweet to cover up the cigarette taste, so mint gum was the best option.

"O-oh! I was just uh.. tryin' somethin' new, ya know?"

Alastor narrowed his eyes but shrugged. "Alright!"

The deer skipped back over to the kitchen, stirring the meal he had started before while humming some 30s tune.

Angel gave a sigh of relief, setting his handbag on the table before walking to the bedroom. That was a close one.

Or so he thought.

Alastor walked past the table, gagging at the smell. He turned to the hand bag and picked it up, sniffing it once more.

It did indeed smell repulsive. A smell he only got a whiff of on the streets these days, cigarettes. He opened the bag to revels a pack of them, and with that his blood boiled.

"Angel! Can you come here for a moment?"

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A/N: uh ohhhh stinkyyyyy XD

~Zee