Molly hadn't heard of Alastor in days.

No matter what she did, she couldn't get any kind of contact from the radio host. It also didn't help she was temporarily stationed to handle paperwork for the military and had limited access to technology.

Ultimately, they quickly let her off for a brief day before the next Extermination. She was going to participate in this next one, and there was plenty of tension in the air for it.

The way home was via an old fashioned locomotive that brought each Exterminators across their respective assigned districts. Molly fortunately had experience going on the train, and she managed to get back home fairly quickly.

Her home was relatively unchanged, being a mess as usual, and she quickly cleansed herself of anything she wound up getting out of the day. Going for the spider form for the day, as she liked the extra arms.

She tried to contact Alastor again but there was no response. It was either that he was asleep or intentionally avoiding her.

There was a few ways of clearing the assumptions she had. First and foremost, she needed to visit her brother.

While she wasn't willing to admit it, Molly was somewhat afraid that Alastor might cheat on her. Two candidates were Rosie and Angel Dust.

However, Rosie was a bit out of the question as she often talked with Molly. Also, she openly admitted that she'd never cheat on Alastor, even if given the opportunity. But she had to see for herself.

But Angel Dust seemed more like the person to actually be cheating on Alastor. For one, she Molly and Anthony could be indistinguishable from each other when wearing dresses. If her brother wanted to pretend that he was her, the man could possibly pull it off.

It didn't take long for her go to her brother's house which was located within the same residences she was in.

Upon walking to Anthony's flat, Molly heaved a sigh as she rang the doorbell to the home. Nobody answered but when she checked to see if the doors were locked, they weren't locked.

Opening them slowly, she made her way inside.

Angel Dust's apartment was a bit of a mess, but relatively well organised. There were a few boxes of fireworks that he and his friend, Cherri Bomb planned on exploding on New Year's for the Hazbin Hotel. Other than that, it wasn't much since it had only been a while since he came.

Slowly sneaking around the apartment she made her way to the master bedroom, but took glances inside the other rooms. One of them had a computer setup while the others seemed to be more of a storage space and wardrobe.

The door to the master bedroom was ajar, which gave a pretty wide range of sight for her. Molly could see that the bed was a mess, and her eyes went wide.

Guess who was in the bed?

Alastor and Angel Dust were cuddling in each other even though both of them were asleep. The two of them were in the respective demon forms and they didn't seem dressed. Molly had to resist every urge to burst in and kill them.

Molly crawled her way inside the room, staring with venom at the two people in the bed. Neither were starting to awake as she began to crawl onto of them, with murderous intent in their eyes.

She growled, and pounced.

"W-we're s-sor-ry."

"YOU ARE NOT."

Molly was insanely angry, which rivalled a fair bit of the anger that Angel Dust had faced over the decades.

She was fuming primarily because her boyfriend wound up cheating on her with her twin brother. Alastor was gazing into the distance, regret and guilt in his eyes.

Angel Dust bit back the urge to cry and decided to speak up.

"Molls-"

"Shut it." Molly growled.

"I can explain-"

Angel Dust's advancements were met with a brutal punch to the face and he was tossed to the floor. If it weren't for the fact that he was already hurt, he would have done something.

The radio host couldn't do much but stare solemnly at his partner for the night, and Molly suddenly cleared her throat bringing his attention to her.

Next thing the pornstar knew, she was yelling in frustration at her boyfriend and giving a few hits here and there. Mostly, Molly was berating Alastor for even thinking of doing such a thing.

"I t-thought y-you w-were f-fine w-with it." Alastor stammered.

"Only with my permission!" Molly hissed before giving another blow to him.

Alastor yelped in pain, as she mercilessly beat him down with Angel Dust as the witness. He couldn't help but wince at the beatdown his sister was giving, especially with the four arms used for punches.

The night prior, Anthony decided to meet with Alastor to discuss the Hazbin Hotel visit. Somehow, things escalated quickly and they were pounding each other into the bed.

Eventually, Molly stopped beating on Alastor which revealed that she too was distraught from the whole ordeal. All of the wounds she inflicted upon began to heal slowly but surely.

Both of them managed to get dressed and were rested upon Anthony's sofa. Molly took a chair from the dining table and sat down in front of them.

"Okay." Molly heaved, "Explain."

Angel Dust cleared his throat, "I wanted to talk about the recent Hazbin visit to Heaven. We talked about us paying them a visit."

The deer eyed at him, "He made the advance to.. you know."

"But you accepted my offer." Angel Dust purred.

"I-" Alastor tried to say something back, but the sudden rush of blood to his face told everything that they need to know.

Molly crossed her arms, "Like I said that day, I'll forgive you. Just don't do this stuff ever again."

"I w-won't." Alastor said.

"Sis, you need anything?" Angel Dust asked.

She sighed, "Fuck, I just need a vacation that doesn't have any bullshit. But other than that, I don't want anything."

"Dear, can we?" Alastor perked up.

Molly looked at him and smirked, "Alright, we can go."

Alastor stood up and pranced his way out of the house, but Molly didn't just yet, instead looking at her brother.

"Is he okay?" Molly asked.

"Yeah, he is. Let's just say you're pretty lucky." Angel Dust replied.

She blushed, and made her way to Alastor who was waiting. Anthony proceeded to lock his doors once they left.

Unfortunately, he began to remember the experience that he wound up having last night. To that, he chuckled to himself.

"Well, Molls, you've got a good one." Angel Dust mumbled.

"You should've known better than this."

Alastor didn't seem to respond to anything Molly was saying about why he wound up literally having sex with her brother. It was uncharacteristic of him to wind up doing it.

They wound up in her place again, with the radio host looking more deader inside than the sinners she was purging.

Both of them were sitting at the dining table and Molly had given the deer a glass of water to hopefully calm him down.

Unfortunately, it didn't do anything.

He remained staring at the glass of water as Molly observed her boyfriend's behaviour.

"Al, can you just talk to me?"

The radio host shook his head, "No."

"Why don't you want to talk to me?"

Alastor didn't respond, but then she took notice how he was sweating and crying a bit. He yawned to which Molly began to worry.

She reached out and cupped his hand in hers, to which it finally brought his attention to her. The radio host looked ill and Molly looked at him worried.

"Alvin, are you okay?" she asked.

"N-no."

"What is it?" Molly said.

The deer looked at her, and that's when she saw it. The smoking that explain his behaviour, and mannerisms.

His pupils were dilated.

"Oh G-God." Molly said shocked, "Al, n-no."

"I'm s-sorry." Alastor stuttered.

"W-who.."

Alastor seemed to shiver slightly, and a glasses case suddenly appeared on the table. Before he was able to react, Molly quickly got it and faced away from him.

Opening the strange container, she immediately saw a syringe filled with a clear liquid at a normal dosage for a high. Molly shut it and sighed deeply, before slumping down onto the table.

Molly attempted to stand up, clutching the container in her hand, before leaning herself against the wall, and sliding down onto the floor.

She wanted to cry, because God simply decided that the days before she had to go on an Extermination, her boyfriend relapses into drug addiction.

Without warning, she felt a sudden warmth around her and realized that Alastor was hugging her. She remained tightly clutched at the container, not willing to give him the dosage.

"Who did this?" Molly asked sternly.

Alastor remained silent for a while as if it took a while to process what she said, but he sighed.

"Lucifer."

Molly gripped the container even harder, and gritted her teeth. She wanted to head right down into Hell, and kill the fallen angel with her bare hands.

She smacked her head against the wall in frustration, before looking at Alastor, who remained wrapped around her.

"Can you tell me how did this happen?" Molly demanded.

The radio host was able to give his answer recounting his meeting with the devil himself, and Molly's blood continued to boil with each word. Sure, it was a bit humorous with Alastor slurring at his wording, but the spider girl didn't care.

Both of them laid there for a while, but Alastor was attempting to get his hand on the syringe.

"How long have you had a dose?" Molly asked.

"Two days?"

"What.." Molly murmured to herself, until she realized something, "You were sober when you fucked my brother?"

"M-maybe."

She gave another smack to his head, and he winced.

"Scratch what I said that day, if you have sex with anyone other than me, I will murder you." Molly hissed.

Alastor breathed heavily, "I'm s-sorry, doll."

Molly took a while to calm down, but ultimately sighed once she did, drained of all emotions.

The radio host shifted a bit so that he could Molly and looked into her eyes. Even his dilated eyes seemed enchanting for her.

She sighed, as she began to remember what Alastor told about the syringe. Making her decision, she opened the container and took out the syringe. The deer was surprised at this, and looked at her with worry.

"This is only going to happen once, but I'll give you one dose of morphine, mmkay?" Molly stated, "Once this happens, I'm taking you to rehab."

"I.. would like that." Alastor slurred.

Promptly, she took off the plastic protection of the needle, and lined up for an injection at the radio host's neck. Without hesitation, Molly injected the drug into his jugular vein, pushing the syringe's contents into him. She pulled the needle out quickly and applied pressure on the wound.

Alastor began to hum a melody which Molly recognized as the song that he sang for her on the first date. She petted his head, and played at his ear tufts for a few moments.

Molly went ahead and tilted the deer's head to her, and gave a soft kiss on his forehead. He chuckled in response, before he wrapped his arms around her once more, and faced her directly.

It looked a bit weird staring at a high Alastor, but it was amusing to see him stumble at each movement.

"I love you." Alastor slurred.

"Love you too."

"T-tired.."

He leaned against her and laid his face into her breasts, to which Molly became flustered.

"H-hey.."

"Comfy.. like Angel's.. but better.."

Another smack to the head that came from Molly made him yelp, which made the spider smirk mischeviously.

"You talk about that affair, you'll get smacked. Understood?"

"I do, dearie." Alastor slurred.

She massaged his head as he began to slur incoherent nonsense, ranging from how stupid he was about relapsing to ranting about jazzcore.

"The hell is jazzcore?" Molly asked, amused.

"Fast paced rock mixed with jazz." Alastor said, "Idosing made some in his earlier days, but it's all noise to me. I prefer the more alternative stuff, like the slower kind."

"Well, I could see you doing that. Is there any you like?"

"A few, but I don't think you'd like some of them." Alastor slurred once more, "They all kind of intense."

"I enjoy intense, you can recommend me some." Molly said.

"Hm.. I will. Can we cuddle some more?" Alastor asked.

"Sure."

I think the tags of 'The Author Regrets Everything' and 'The Author Regrets Nothing' in this story fit my current mood on this chapter.

Thanks for reading, amigo and stay tuned.