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The Radio Demon and The Cannibal Queen made for quite a pair as they strolled through the streets of Hell. Alastor twirled his radio staff, whistling an upbeat tune while Rosie carried her parasol. Every now and then he'd make a joke or say something else to get her to smile. She'd laugh at his quips and swat him gently on the forearm or shoulder. "Oh, my stars! Alastor, you are so bad!"

Nobody bothered them. Crowds parted like the Red Sea upon their approach. Alastor Dubois ignored them. He only had eyes for Rosie Hunt and she for him. Their afternoon walk took them from Cannibal Town to the Jazz Quarter, then onward to the Hazbin Hotel. They reached the doors, and he held one open for her with a polite bow.

"Such a gentleman," Rosie smirked, resting a hand on her heart as she playfully bumped his hip with hers before stepping into the lobby.

Alastor tensed when he noticed her freeze in the entryway. He couldn't see it, but he knew by her rigid posture the smile had fallen from her face. "Rosie?" He closed the distance between them, shutting the door behind him. "Darling, what's—" The question died on his lips at the scene unfolding in front of them.

Three overlords stood in their foyer along with the hotel's staff and residents. Velvette was screaming obscenities into her phone while Charlie and Vaggie ran about grabbing clean towels, hot water, soap, ice packets, and a first aid kit. Angeldust and Husk ran in, one carrying a steaming bowl of broth, the other a glass of water. Lucifer himself was bent over, pouring what they could only assume was healing magic into some poor unfortunate soul cradled in Carmilla Carmine's arms. Zestial lingered nearby standing vigil with a solemn, pensive expression on his long, narrow face.

It was only when the king shifted that Alastor saw what Rosie had already seen. Their adopted daughter, Ember, covered in bruises. Blood poured from her nose, ears, and the multiple stab wounds along her chest and torso.

Rosie dropped her parasol, and her skull handled cane. "My baby!" She ran toward the unconscious impala-caracal demon slipping more than once but never falling on the smooth polished tiles that comprised the hotel's floor. She barely stopped in time to avoid slamming into Velvette, who was still screeching at whoever was on the other end of the line.

Rosie sank to her knees beside Carmilla, fearing she'd accidentally harm Ember if she reached for her. Alastor remained by the doors, his eyes darkening from red to black as the irises shifted from circles into radio dials. The lights began to flicker, alerting everyone to his presence. They stopped what they were doing and turned in his direction.

Alastor's already unnerving smile widened, his dagger shaped teeth elongated, and the antlers atop his head grew several sizes larger as his body twisted itself to resemble something akin to the wendigo of indigenous folklore. Static crackled, his voice a menacing growl when he spoke. "What happened?"

"Fucking Valentino happened," Velvette spat unafraid despite being well-acquainted with the Radio Demon's brutal reputation. "Cuntsucker told me we were going out to lunch. The next thing I know, he's trying to drag your foster bitch into our limo. Threw me out of the car when I tried to wrestle the knife from 'im."

"My daughters and I were attending to business when the onslaught occurred," Carmilla added. "We happened to be passing by. I sent Odette and Clara home and brought Ember here as quickly as possible."

Alastor's gaze shifted to Zestial who offered nothing more than a nod of confirmation.

"Where is Valentino now?" Alastor demanded.

Velvette scowled. "Fuck if I know. Probably at Vox's office blowing him under the desk."

Glass shattered, wood splintered, and steel groaned as Alastor tore through the hotel doors and out onto the sidewalk. Angeldust watched with the others as Alastor made a beeline for the Vees' tower. "Uh…should we do somethin' about this?"

"Mayhaps Alastor is not the only one that thou ought concern thyself with," Zestial said. "Hath thee not noticed someone else's departure?"

Charlie paused. "Guys…where's Rosie?"

"You stupid mother fucker! What were you thinking?" Vox yelled. "Are you trying to start a turf war?"

Valentino lounged on a nearby black leather sofa cigarillo in hand. "Calm down, Voxy. I lost my temper, that's all. Angeldust pissed me off last night. I needed to take out my frustration on someone."

"So you choose the radio prick's stray?"

Val shrugged. "It was convenient."

"And you left Velvette there?"

"She tried to take my knife." Val crossed his arms and pouted. "You know I don't like people touching my things."

Vox opened his mouth then shut it again. There was no point. He'd just be wasting his breath. He dropped down into his chair and massaged his temples. "Rosie's going to lose her shit when she sees what you did to her little pet."

Valentino scoffed. "Oh, por favor. That putana can't do anything to us. She's too busy sucking off The Radio Dick."

Vox pinched the bridge of his nose trying to stave off the developing migraine. "She's an overlord and the Queen of Cannibal Town for a reason, Val."

"Yeah? Well, I wish that skank whore was here right now," Val sneered. "I'd tell her to kiss my—"

Their conversation was cut off by the sound of screams coming from down the hall.

"Shit," Vox muttered, opening the top drawer of his desk to grab his gun. "Why can't you ever just shut the hell up?"

Valentino jumped up from the sofa when the doors to Vox's office were ripped off their hinges. Vox and Val stared in horror as Rosie emerged through the doorway. Their eyes widened at the sight of her true form covered in blood and viscera. Her skin was pulled so tight it appeared paper-thin against her bones.

Much like Alastor, her smile had widened revealing more of her needle sharp teeth, and her nails had lengthened into tapering claws. Her dress was torn in multiple places and her hat had been lost somewhere along the way during the slaughter of their employees revealing doe ears and a twitching tail.

Her onyx black eyes zeroed in on Valentino. She bared her teeth in a ferocious snarl. The pimp's earlier bravado melted away along with all the blood and color in his face. His antennae flopped back against his head. "Mierda."

Vox raised his gun. "Back off man eater."

Rosie ignored him and charged at Val. Vox moved to pull the trigger, but a black tentacle came out of nowhere knocking the pistol from his hand just as he fired a shot. The bullet missed Rosie striking the wall behind her instead.

Vox twisted around to see Alastor step out of the shadows. The deer demon joined his mate both snarling and snapping their teeth. "Fuck this. I'm outta here!" He ran toward the floor-to-ceiling windows and leapt through the glass. The fall would kill him, but Vox didn't care. He'd regenerate. It beat being torn apart or eaten alive.

Val took one look at the approaching cannibals and followed Vox's lead. "Wait for me!"

Alastor and Rosie returned to the hotel hours later. They'd made sure to wreck everything in the Vees' tower, sparing only what belonged to Velvette because she'd had the decency to protest against their daughter's attacker. Vel was seated at the bar having a margarita when they walked in. Carmilla and Zestial were gone and Lucifer had retired for the evening.

"How bad is it?" she asked nonchalantly.

"The place should be condemned," Alastor answered.

"Where's my daughter?" Rosie demanded. "I want to see her."

"Upstairs," Husk declared. "They managed to stop the bleeding. Patched her up pretty good. Don't know if she's awake yet."

Angel slid off his stool. "I'll take you to her."

Husk turned back to Velvette. "You stayin' here now too?"

"I have to. It'll take months to fix everything Bambi and Faline broke at the tower."

"What about Val and Vox?"

"Knowing those shitheads? They're probably hiding out."

"If they're smart, they'll lay low for a while."

"They're not that intelligent," Velvette muttered, sipping her drink.

Alastor kept pace with Rosie as they ascended the stairs and trekked their way up to Charlie and Vaggie's private suite. It was the second best set of rooms in the hotel and the princess had insisted on letting Ember stay there until she recovered. Vaggie opened the door for them and Charlie suggested they go join the others for a drink downstairs so Rosie and Alastor could have time alone with their child—if one could call the 19 year old that.

Rosie sat on the side of the bed and took Ember's hand.

Alastor lowered himself down into the seat beside the bed. "She's going to be alright, my darling. Our little kitten is far too strong to be felled by the likes of Vox or his skeezy boy toy."

Unshed tears blurred Rosie's vision. She blinked them away and bit her lip to keep it from quivering. "They hurt our girl." Her eyes narrowed, and her voice became cold. "I want them dead, Alastor. You hear me? Bent and broken in every way possible before they die."

Alastor hummed softly, tapping his claws against the wooden arm of his chair. "Oh my sweet Rosie…all of Hell will hear their dying screams. I promise you that."