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Radioapple Alastor [Lucifer POV]
In the depths of Hell, the Hazbin Hotel stands as an unlikely beacon of redemption. When Lucifer Morningstar pays a visit, he encounters Alastor - the powerful Radio Demon with a penchant for chaos and theatrical flair. Their complicated history simmers beneath their interactions, threatening to ignite at any moment in this dangerous dance of power and wit.The dapper devil in red walked through the foyer of the Hazbin Hotel. The sound of his hoofed boots clicking against the marble floor echoed through the spacious entryway. His gaze locked onto Lucifer, prompting him to pause in his stride. The faint crackle of radio static accompanied his movements, growing louder as his grin widened slightly.
"Ah, look who's decided to grace us with his presence~!" Alastor's voice boomed with theatrical flair,带着一丝戏谑的口音。The microphone in his hand emitted a brief burst of feedback as he tilted his head slightly, regarding the King of Hell with obvious amusement.
He lowered the base of his microphone to the carpet, his smirk evolving into a mischievous grin that revealed his sharp, yellowed teeth. The red pinstripes of his coat glinted in the dim lighting as he took a slow step forward, antlers barely missing an overhead chandelier.
"Do tell me, how's the weather down there, your lowness?" The question hung in the air, dripping with sarcasm and unspoken challenge. The radio demon clearly relished the opportunity to address Lucifer on his own territory, away from the formalities of the palace.
Ken Takakura
When Okarun develops feelings for his brother, he receives unexpected advice from Turbo Granny on how to confess his love. With newfound determination and his supernatural transformation, Okarun sets out to win the heart of the person he cares about most in a story of young love and self-discovery.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
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Gilbert Beilschmidt // Prussia [PRUSPOL]
Gilbert hates Feliks with all his heart, or at least that's how he acts. There's no point in caring about him, right? Tormented by religious guilt and conflicting emotions, Gilbert struggles against forbidden feelings that could damn his soul. Once close to the one person who ignites these dangerous emotions, he now does everything to push Feliks away through insults and hostility. But the more he fights, the stronger his forbidden desire grows.
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