A/N: Prompts by Chysak and Spookydazechaos
-An outsider POV on the boys would be super interesting! Like just random demons of the hotel crew or not seeing them interact, idk when in their relationship.
-I would like to see an outsider pov of what the rest of hell thinks of these two and their relationship.

There are two more prompts that fit the "Outsider POV plz" category, so I decided to go wild with this and ended up writing a three-parter! : D Each segment will have a different POV character and all of them happen at a different point in the Afterlife timeline in a linear progression. I hope you're looking forward to seeing who else gets a turn here ;)

This first segment happens shortly after Afterlife ch7 (Facing the facts).
The second segment happens shortly after Afterlife ch9 (Evasive Maneuvers).
The third segments happens between Fine, Jackass! ch5 (That sure went fucking well part 2) and Bushwa ch21 (Recruiting).

Galeno watched his neighbour's house with a frown. Well, as much of a frown as he could make with a bat skull for a head. Internal frown.

Husk had been entertaining a worrisome visitor for a while now, at random intervals, and Galeno was… worried was a bit of a strong word, but it would have to do. He was worried about Husk.

Look, Husk was a perfectly decent guy. He kept to himself, he didn't throw trash into anyone else's yard but his own, he didn't bring mob bosses or drug dealers into the area, he didn't do loud parties, or otherwise cause trouble. He swore a bit much and tended to pass out in the nearby ditches, but that was practically no inconvenience at all by Hell's standards. Galeno had liked the grumpy cat almost immediately after he moved in. He would have liked to strike a friendship with him, if he was perfectly honest, but Husk was… anti-social, to put it lightly. As in, no amount of friendliness could make Husk reciprocate it in kind, and Galeno had tried everything he could think of.

That is, reciprocation didn't happen with Galeno at least. It seemed that the Radio Demon, of all the damned denizens of Hell, was having much better luck. And that was what had him worried.

Was it actually friendship – or a dalliance for that matter – that was kindling between the two? Or had Husk entered into a deal and the Radio Demon just liked to visit his underlings? Or did one or the other demand a physical prize for their end of the deal?

The nature of their relationship was hard to decipher between Husk's unwaveringly grumpy behavior regardless of the circumstances he found himself in, and the Radio Demon rarely actually using the door or otherwise hanging outside of Husk's house so he could be observed. All Galeno had was his superior bat hearing picking up the high frequency radio interference radiating from Husk's house whenever the Radio Demon was around, and his observations of Husk's behavior afterwards if Husk came out of the house. So far Husk hadn't seemed to have been harmed by any of the encounters, so while Galeno was worried he was also starting to get cautiously optimistic.

His skeletal ears twitched when the radio noises abruptly ended, signaling the Radio Demon vanishing from the scene. He waited about a minute before going outside to putter about his front yard with a gardening magazine in his claws as his alibi, waiting hopefully.

This time his vigilance was rewarded: Husk exited his house a couple of minutes later and walked down the road, passing Galeno's house. Galeno waved at him casually, like he always did, and after a moment of hesitation on Husk's part received a lazily half-lifted paw and a small quirk of lips in return.

A smile. An actual smile. Husk only did casual smiles when he was in a good mood.

The Radio Demon had put him in a good enough mood to smile at his neighbours.

Galeno watched Husk's retreating back, and felt most of his worries melt away and get replaced by more cautious optimism.

Perhaps the Radio Demon being a part of his neighbours afterlife was a good thing after all.

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Rosie felt the shift in her tea room's atmosphere when her dear friend appeared right on time for their recently restarted tradition of Sunday coffee. He was punctual as always, which was one of his charming qualities that balanced his otherwise chaotic nature nicely.

Said chaos had been particularly dominant as of late because of, hmm, relationship problems, one could put it.

Rosie sincerely hoped that this week was different from the previous two as she picked up the delicate silver tray that had their coffee cups and treats on it. She turned around and laid her nonexistent eyes on Alastor to judge the situation at hand.

Alastor was seated at the coffee table and holding his noticeably disheveled red head in his hands, not even pretending to be alright this time.

His attempt to find Husk and fix whatever was wrong between them must have gone terribly. Not that Rosie was surprised, as she had a very good idea what was wrong, even if she respected Husk's right to keep quiet about it enough to follow his lead and not tip Alastor off.

Her poor, helplessly clueless friend.

"Good afternoon, Alastor", she said, regardless of the fact that Alastor's afternoon was clearly not that good.

Alastor sighed, visibly collected himself, and then straightened his back to put on a pretense of normalcy. His smile was forced and his eyes were missing their usual glint – despite his improved posture, he was still the picture of misery. "Good afternoon, my dearest Rosie."

Rosie set the tray on the table and handed Alastor his coffee cup and plate. "Did you find him?"

She poured the coffee and dished out a piece of meat pie for both of them.

"I did."

She took a seat and lifted her cup to take a whiff at the freshly ground and brewed coffee, while regarding her companion.

Alastor's smile was wobbling.

"I take it that Husk was unwelcoming?"

Alastor's claws clenched and ripped holes into her fine lace tablecloth. She would have him repair it later.

"Very."

He was unusually curt, but that told her more than an entire bookful of words could.

Rosie set down her cup and stood up. Even if she couldn't give Alastor the advice he desperately needed, because that would break the tentative trust Husk had in her as well as potentially break everything if she turned out to be wrong, she could still help him in other ways. She walked around the table to stand by Alastor's side.

"Would you like to be held?" she offered. She rarely did, but it was obvious her dear friend needed it, and it was all she could do.

Alastor nodded quietly, and she wrapped her arms daintily around his shoulders.

If Husk loved Alastor as much as she suspected he did, he had better get his act together soon one way or another and stop hurting him because of it. Else his next visit to her emporium would be decidedly unpleasant.

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"They're totally a couple."

Vox bristled and gave Velvet an incredulous look. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me", she said, and pointed at the gossip magazine that had an article about the Radio Demon's latest killing spree. "Alastor has never done this crap before. Two weeks of pure murder over one dead subordinate? Please! The cat guy is definitely his secret boyfriend."

Vox glared at the offending magazine that failed to even have a picture of Alastor himself and only had photos of the destruction he had left in his wake. The thing was full of speculation on why everything had happened and why it had stopped so suddenly, but nobody had any proof, much less actual answers. Hell, nobody had a damned name for the mysterious winged cat that Alastor had been seen with at times; increasingly so over the years.

Vox was bitter for multiple reasons.

He hated it when some random nobodies caught Alastor's attention when he had failed at it time after time. It was not fair! It was not right! It was bullshit!

He had seen the cat before, but had dismissed him as unimportant, or at most a regularly utilized minion. But Velvet was right about one thing: Alastor didn't flip like this over dead minions. So, the cat was important after all. Potentially very important even. Fucking bullshit!

And the worst part? There was no confirmation, but rumor had it that Lucifer would personally erase anyone who touched the cat now, since it was glaringly obvious that doing so set the Radio Demon off like nothing else, and Pentagram City was currently a very quiet and miserable place because of it. So Vox couldn't even get rid of the irritating feline if he didn't want not only the Radio Demon after him, but potentially also the King of Hell. Complete fucking bullshit!

"His name is Husker", Valentino's voice said from the doorway, making both Vox and Velvet turn to look at him. He entered the room, looking intently at a worn piece of paper that had clearly been folded multiple times and probably been carried around in a sweaty pocket. "A bird who is situated near Mimzy's place has seen him around a few times and has heard Alastor talk about him often. That's all I have right now, but I'll be looking into him more as soon as Alastor lowers his guard a little. It's too dangerous to poke around yet."

"Mimzy's place? Alastor takes him to see his little friends?" Velvet asked, looking way too happy with the news. "Hah! Totally boyfriends!"

Vox hated absolutely everything. "Shut up!"

Velvet burst out laughing, and Vox ripped the damned magazine from her hands and into shreds.

Fuck this Husker and his privileged feline ass!