The Wallet's Tale - I

This chapter was requested by 

TYSM for asking me to write this amazing oneshot, this was a brilliant idea. And I apologize for my delay but I had some study work to catch up on but now school's over and I am back.

And I am so sorry if this isn't exactly up to your expectations but I tried my best. I really hope you enjoy it. :) <33

Alastor was walking down the streets of Hell with not a care in the world. And why would he be worried anyway, he was the infamous Radio Demon. Alastor stood at 7 feet tall with red hair and deer-like ears. He had a small red tail but it was hidden under his red coat. He had red eyes, held a red microphone and always wore a red monocle. Alastor had brown deer like antlers which would grow whenever he was angry. 

Everyone feared Alastor. Alastor wore a smile over his face that he never dropped. He head a smile for everything- happy smile, sadistic smile, angry smile, annoyed smile, sad smile. But he would never stop smiling which only added to his creepy persona. But his smile wasn't the only thing that scared people.

Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell, seemingly overnight. He began to topple Overlords who have been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him 'The Radio Demon'.

Many speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival Hell's most ancient and destructive evils. He's an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which no one can risk getting involved with unless they want to end up erased.

{Yes, I did memorize the entirity of Vaggie's speech, lmao. Although I am pretty sure, I might have gotten a few things wrong and yes I did change a few things in it on purpose too.}

Eva was a small Hellborn demon. She didn't have parents and grew up on the streets of Hell. She would run around on those streets, trying to steer clear of the dangerous monsters that lurked in every corner of Hell. She taught herself to steal Wallets and purses and money and food from people.

The young 9 year old girl went through ups and downs to survive. But some days, she would get caught stealing and get hurt by the cruel Sinner and Hellborn demons alike. But some would be kind and let her have things. While others would tease her and take away her food.

Despite the struggles, Eva thrived. Her mind fueled by sheer determination, she didn't give up and carried on. She was weak and frail, if some demon chose to bully her, she would be left in the dirt. But she was a resilient little girl, never giving up or going down without a fight.

One day, the young little demonette decided to try and steal something from one of the Overlords of Hell. Surely they would have a lot of money and food that she can use to take care of herself and her little pet puppy. So, she set out to stalk multiple overlords.

Everyone looked heavily guarded and with someone. But there was one Overlord who chose to walk alone, unafraid of any being in Hell. His walk commanded power, his strides confident and bold. Eva was almost fascinated by the red deer demon. "Wow, I wanna be like him when I grow up." she whispered to herself as she gazed at the confident and charming Overlord.

The Hazbin Hotel had begun growing. With the news of Sir Pentious now in Heaven, some Sinners did join the project. However, Alastor, now tired of the amount of social interactions he had to endure, decided to take a stroll through the Pentagram City.

While people quivered in fear, Alastor walked in confidence. He was afraid of no one. He could get under the skin of the King of Hell without a care in the world. Sinners and Hellborns would see Alastor and run. But Alastor could feel a presence somewhere following him. But he never cared and continued walking.

Eva stalked the red Wendigo Overlord, wanting to steal his wallet. The young 9 year old girl slowly and slowly crept closer to Alastor. Alastor hummed a low tune to himself as he walked. He could still sense a presence behind him but it felt insignificant. That was until Alastor felt someone reach out and snatch something from his pocket.

Alastor turned around at once and reached out to grab the demon. But he was shocked to see a small 9 year old girl, running away with his wallet. His grin widened and he commanded his shadow to follow the girl. He raised his eyebrow in curiosity wondering whose child was running alone in the streets. "Ah, kids these days!" he straightened his coat and started continuing his walk.

Eva ran and ran till she was back near the empty alleyway where she had built herself and her dog a shelter with wood and hay. It was small but it felt safe.
"Roxy? Where are you?" Eva called out lovingly to her little puppy. But there was no response. The young girl walked near the little cardboard box where the puppy should have been sleeping but it wasn't there.

Eva started slowly panicking. Her breathing became labored as the young nine year old felt scared upon loosing the only being she had ever cared for. "Oh please, be safe." I she mumbled under her breath. Unbeknownst to her, a dark shadow lingered nearby. Its expressions were that of amusement and entertainment. But as soon as the girl sobbed lightly, it felt something deep within it stirred. Its smile, now only faint. It wanted to reach out but it didn't want to show any emotions either.

Eva sat on the road, hugging her knees close to her chest, and sobbed. The shadow was supposed to take the wallet and return back to its master but it just couldn't. A deep emotion rose within the creature, a feeling of sympathy in the cold, dark heart of a beast. It wished to comfort the young child but it was bound.

Alastor hummed a low tune as he walked the streets of Hell, his face in a smile like always. He would occassionally look at random demons just to scare them off. But noticing his shadow was taking too long to retrieve his wallet, he decided to go and see.

The Radio Demon dissolved into the dark shadows. He reappeared next to his shadow. His eyes slightly widened as he saw the sadness in the shadow's expression as it looked at the young sobbing girl. Alastor raised one of his eyebrows, intrigued by the situation. His curiosity peaked and he decided to see what was going on for himself.

The powerful and sadistic overlord who enjoyed seeing others in pain felt a bit strange as he started feeling a new emotion. He gazed at the sobbing girl who was shaking uncontrollably. Alastor's wallet lay next to her, he could just take it and leave without a care in the world. But it was as if the cruel monster in him had suddenly calmed down. He felt sympathy for the first time in perhaps more than a century.

Usually his sympathy would be a mocking reminder to those he helped, he would belittle people and enjoy them writhe in pain. But not today. He felt sympathetic and sad. His smile was a little hard to maintain but he slowly stepped closer to the girl. He didn't remember the last time, he was truly sad. He took a deep breath and stood near the girl, his presence still unknown to the young child.

Eva sobbed and sobbed, wondering where little Roxy went. Roxy was the only ray of sunshine in the heart of this young child. In the cruel streets of Hell, the puppy brought her happiness. She hugged her knees close and buried her face in her knees as she sobbed.

"Don't cry, my dear." a soft, soothing voice came. Eva looked up, her entire body freezing in shock at the sight of the Radio Demon. She started moving back. "Wait, no! Don't be afraid." Alastor called out but Eva backed up against the wall in sheer terror. "Please don't hurt me." the 9 year old begged the red Deer Demon.

Alastor's eyes widened slightly. "What? No. I would never hurt a child." he protested. Eva relaxed slightly but still maintained a distance. Alastor bent down and picked up his wallet.
"I am sorry, I stole it! Please take it and don't hurt me." Eva begged as tears streamed down her face. Alastor looked slightly surprised to as to why someone would steal and yet agree to give it back but then again Alastor did have a fearsome reputation.

"Why did you steal it in the first place?" Alastor asked, his usual demeaning voice replaced by a calm one. "I... I-" Eva tried to speak but the words were stuck in her throat. She was terrified, her heart was beating so fast, she felt like it would give out. But Alastor remained patient. "Go on. I am not going to hurt you. Tell me, why did you steal my wallet in the first place?"

Eva stared at the ground and took a deep breath. "I grew up here on the streets. I steal so I can get food and eat. I am just trying to survive." she replied in a small voice which was barely a whisper. But Alastor had heightened senses and could hear her. He felt a tingle of sympathy which he tried to push away but failed to.

"Don't you have any parents? Or anyone?" Alastor asked in a calm voice. Eva slowly shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the ground. "My parents abandoned me when I was a child. I grew up on the streets of Hell, alone. I do have someone though.... well not anymore...." she replied as tears continued to stream down her face.

Alastor gave into the feeling of sadness and sympathy for once. He took a step closer. "And who might that someone be?" he asked kindly. "I found this little puppy a few weeks ago. I named her Roxy. But I can't seem to find her today. She was so pretty, with white and gray fur and brown eyes." Eva mumbled.

Alastor held out his hand. "Let's go find her then."
Eva looked up at him in shock. She had heard a thousand stories about the cruel overlord that was the Radio Demon. But she felt like she could trust him. She gulped and took his hand. She slowly stood up as Alastor held her hand gently and kindly.

Alastor slowly led her out of the alleyway. They walked down the street and Alastor hummed a soothing tune which made Eva's eyes sparkle in awe and admiration. Alastor looked down at her and smiled. "Smile, my dear. A smile is a weapon and an ornament." he said and the young girl smiled faintly.

Eva's eyes suddenly widened as she noticed the small puppy shivering on the roadside, a little injured. Eva immediately raced to it and picked it up. "Roxy." she mumbled and held the puppy close. Alastor followed close by as his eyes widened upon seeing the injured puppy. "My dear, where did you get that?"

Eva looked up in confusion. "Huh?"
"That puppy in your hand. Where did you get it?" Alastor asked as he kneeled down, next to her to see the puppy closely. "It was roaming the streets, I just took it and gave it food and water." Eva replied as she petted Roxy.

"My dear, that's not a dog, it's a wolf." Alastor said and Eva blinked in shock. But she still held the injured puppy close. "I don't care, I love her." she mumbled. Alastor smiled warmly. "Well love comes in all sizes and species, I suppose." Alastor said, feeling his own attachment to the child.

"She's hurt." Eva sobbed. Alastor placed a gentle hand on the young girl's shoulder and leaned closer to take a look at the wolf puppy. "It looks like it was run over by a car." he mumbled, making Eva sob more. Alastor felt a stirring feeling of guilt and sympathy in his cold, dark heart. He felt sympathetic for the 9 year old and guilt for being so blunt.

"Come with me, my dear." he said and held his hand out. Eva followed Alastor, holding his hand while she held the small puppy in the other hand. Alastor's usual smile was gone, replaced by a thin line. He was upset and felt bad. He walked back towards the alleyway. "So is this where you keep your saved up money, food and clothes?" he asked and Eva nodded.

Alastor saw how the money jar was now completely empty and so was the food stock. "Is that why you stole my wallet today?" he asked in a kind voice, he didn't knew he had. Eva nodded. "I thought if I stole from an overlord then I could save up for a long time." she whispered and Alastor nodded. Alastor noticed how the only other pair of clothes Eva had was an old ragged dress.

"What's your name, my dear?" he asked calmly, his smile replaced by a thin line and a sympathetic look in his eyes. "Eva." she mumbled and Alastor smiled faintly. "How old are you, Eva?" he asked. "I dunno, 8 or 9." she whispered and Alastor nodded.

"Come with me, my dear." he said and Eva followed him while still holding Roxy close to herself. Alastor was a sadistic cannibal serial killer but today he felt different. He felt sad and sympathetic with a tinge of worry. He couldn't leave her alone, no. So instead of the hotel, he made his way to his own manor.

{Okay, I know we don't know if Alastor has a manor or not. But I assume he does, due to two reasons. One, I think he might have had a place where he lived before he moved into the Hazbin Hotel where he would rest or sleep or eat or whatever he wants to do, unless of course he just walked the streets of Hell even at night, which I wouldn't be surprised if he did but for the sake of this story he has a place to live. Two, I think a spooky manor would suit his personality, so therefore I chose a manor.}

Eva looked upon with sparkling eyes at the black, red and green manor in front of her. Alastor smiled warmly at her and led her in. "This is so pretty." the young girl mumbled. "I am glad you like it, little one." Alastor replied.

"Now let's get your little pup some help." he said and took out a first aid kit. Eva smiled, feeling a little more trustful towards the Radio Demon. Alastor felt genuinely happy to see Eva trust him. He took the little puppy and cleaned her injured leg before bandaging it. "She shall need a few days of rest." Alastor said. Eva smiled. "Thank you so much." the 9 year old reply, receiving a kind smile from the overlord.

I am gonna write a part two because I love this sm. But Imma post it by today evening. I hope people like this part 1 and also the upcoming part. 

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