This is the first part of a three-part spooky, slightly sad Hazbin Hotel oneshot set in Hell; showing a possible scenario that could have happened when Alastor died and fell down to Hell. As confident and sly as he is at present, the past Alastor certainly wasn't that at the start! To top it all off, his mother appears in this part ... in the most tragic way possible.

I do not own anything belonging to Hazbin Hotel; the credit for that story and characters goes to Vivziepop! I hope that you guys like it! 👍

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Limbo ...

Darkness. At first, all that Alastor could see was darkness ... pure, mattblack darkness. It was very unsettling, even to a chap like Alastor ... who hated to admit to such things. How did he get here anyway?!

The tall man furrowed his brow as he looked around at his surroundings. Alastor seemed to be suspended in some kind of endless, dark void. Too dark to even see his hands ... and he honestly tried that!

The tall chap frowned more as he attempted to remember how he got there. Was this just a dream? Maybe a bad nightmare in his sleep at home ...

But I don't remember going home. I was hunting in the bayou, and-

Alastor suddenly went white in the face as memories spontaneously flooded his mind.

Sneaking through the bayou ... Hunting for deer ...

Gunshots in the distance ... the sounds of multiple dogs baying too ... coming closer ...

Snarling bloodhounds suddenly bounding into view and leaping onto him ...

Sharp teeth ... Biting ... Pain ... Agony ...

More footsteps coming closer ... frantic commands in a strange man's voice ... no more biting ...

Looking up at the traumatised face of a young man with a hunting rifle ... "H-Help me ... Please" ...

The young man gulps, and then points his rifle at Alastor's face ... the sound of a gunshot ... instant darkness falls ...

The aforementioned, tall chap shuddered in realisation, his shoulders slouching a bit. Alastor was dead.

Unequivocally, irrevocably ... dead.

The man suddenly had the most terrifying thought, and frantically felt his body all over! Alastor slowly relaxed as he discovered no injuries at all on his body.

The tall chap had been worried about that ... given the horrific nature of his death, but was relieved to find that everything was fine.

Speaking of fine though ...

"So ... this is the afterlife, eh?" Alastor's rich, charismatic voice sounded a bit echoey in the void of darkness around him. He chuckled sarcastically.

For such a concept, the endless, dark reality was far from what he imagined! It was dull, dreary and ... BORING.

Alastor hated being bored, more than anything else in the world!

"I have to admit that I'm slightly disappointed with what I see here", he remarked. "I really thought that the afterlife would be more ... entertaining?"

As the young man spoke the last word, the darkness around him suddenly shattered ... leaving bright white light in its place!

Alastor blinked, and then blinked again ... screwing up his eyes as they adjusted to the brightness around him. Looking around, the young chap found himself on a plain made out of fluffy, white clouds.

A few clumps of the same kind of clouds hang low overhead, and the sky is very blue. The calming blue of bluebirds.

Alastor was very pleased to confirm the assumption of his now undamaged clothes! Not only undamaged ... this was also Alastor's favourite suit! It seemed that, so far; the radio host had been lucky in the afterlife!

"Ally ..." the happy man then heard a whispering voice in the distance. A voice that was only too familiar to him.

"Maman (Mom)?" Alastor whispered back, tears brimming in his eyes.

The radio host had never got over the death of his mother, several years before his own. He still remembered bringing cool drinks to her bedside, and sitting with her during those final weeks.

Alastor couldn't forget his mother's pain-stricken, yet reassuring smile ... nor the incessant coughing caused by the vile tuberculosis. The sickness that killed the best and kindest woman in all the world.

A figure suddenly shimmered into existence some distance from the radio host. The glow of the figure died down a little ... enough for Alastor to recognise who it was.

His mother!

Her eyes sparkled with pure joy as she smiled and held out her arms to the young man.

"Ally!"

"Maman!" the aforementioned radio host cried with equal happiness, taking a step forward. The second he did though ...

Alastor cried out again, this time in panic, as the clouds to suddenly collapsed under his feet! The radio host only had time to see the happy expression on his mother's face change quickly to horror ... as he plummeted down into the darkness underneath the clouds.

"Maman!" Alastor called desperately, as he fell away from the person he loved most in all eternity.

"Alastor!" he heard her scream his name back ... in utter anguish.

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Void ...

5 minutes later, the young man was still falling through the void of darkness ... and had stopped screaming. It seemed like just a waste of time now ... given how long it had been, and with nothing in sight in below him.

Alastor glanced up at the slowly retreating clouds above him, with some sadness. The radio host had always dreamed of reuniting with his mother again when he died ... but it didn't seem like it was going to be the case now.

I hope that she'll be all right ... thought Alastor, sighing deeply. He then frowned a little as he noticed a sudden change in the darkness around him.

The void was starting to turn slowly and faintly red ... and also getting hotter! A LOT hotter! The radio host winced and grimaced as the temperature rocketed up to above boiling ... hot enough to set him ablaze!

And yet ... Alastor didn't catch fire?

How interesting ... WOAH!

The young chap's train of thought was suddenly overcome with pure shock as he saw a mass of dark red clouds abruptly appearing below him!

Assuming that THIS was the imagined fire ... Alastor flailed his arms and legs around in panic as the clouds shot towards the falling man. Screwing his eyes shut and bracing for the impact, the radio host was most surprised when he finally hit the clouds!

Alastor merely passed through them without harm; the clouds themselves feeling like merely slightly wet air ... a lot like clouds on Earth. There was one noticeable difference though!

They smelt of sulphur, and made him sneeze!

Seconds later, Alastor plowed face-first into something below with tremendous force! Something that was hard and physical enough ... to count as 'ground'.

It was enough to knock the breath out of the radio host ... only for a couple of seconds though.

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire?" Would this saying suit Alastor's current situation? Find out what happens next in Part 2! Vote and comment if you like it! 👍