Chapter Text
'Wake up.'
A voice whispers through the air.
'Wake up......!'
Alastor's eyes open up wide, his blurry gaze struggling to focus on the ceiling light above him. His head is throbbing and spinning with each second that passes by. His memories begin to play through his head of the recent events, and it drives his body to shoot up from where he's laying in a panic. He looks down to the mattress below him, and then around to his environment. It was his bedroom. His normal bedroom within the Hotel. When did he get here? How did he get here? What happened to the others? Where is Lucifer? Where is his King?
His head buzzes with a ring in his ears as they fall back over his head. He groans and lifts his hands to his head, his fingers gently rubbing circles into his temples. When the buzzing calms down, and the ringing stops he looks to his hand and focuses on his power. His hand glows in red, green, and golden colors, proving to him that his deal with the King was still intact. He throws his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up carefully onto his feet. He looks down at his clothing, and immediately feels his instincts run wild. He runs to the nearest mirror and stares at his reflection with wide eyes. His entire outfit had been replaced with an actual bellhop uniform. His fitted jacket in red coloring with golden buttons covering over his simple white shirt hidden underneathe. His lower garments consisting of red dress slacks, and polished black shoes with the bottom of his shoes keeping the red hoove imprint that used to be printed on the bottom of his black boots from before. His hair maintined its red shade, but was now far shorter than his bowl cut he had before. Instead his hair was now mimicking his old harstyle he used to wear when he was alive, with his natural waves and curls showing in the frontal length of his hair toward the tip. His hair would normally be straightened out, but this time his look was mirroring the waves and curls that his mother carried within her own hair from her Creole genes. His monocle is gone, and replaced with a pair of oval shaped glasses. His hand runs through his hair as he stares at his new appearance.
'What in the world is going on....?'
Another pang of pain shoots through his head, making him cringe while leaning over against the mirror. He breathes in deeply, and lifts his head slowly to the mirror, his eyes meeting his own reflection. It was like his mind was recieving memories that were unknown yet familiar to him, memories that hes never had, but this version of him has.
He sucks in a breath with a hiss, "....Of course......"
'Using the same tricks, but on such a larger scale, agains all odds. Was my own erasure just a test for something as large as this? Who or what was erased this time? It couldn't have been me.....not when I am here dressed like an actual servent to a proper Hotel.'
His ears flicker a bit as he picks up on the voices he could here from the otherside of his bedroo door. An air of commotion filled with laughter and joy from the floors below. He takes a moment to collect himself, before venturing out into the hallways and out toward the stairs. Once he reaches the first step, he bares witness to an unbelievable sight. The Hazbin Hotel, or what should have been the hotel that used to be empty, was now filled with many sinners. However, these guests were anything but, people seeking any kind of redemption. They were all sinners and demons seeking out a type of vacationary pleasure from the establishment. Many were sitting around with one another in the lounge, at the bar counters, and some were standing about with drinks in their hands and smiles on their faces. Many were dressed in formal attires, with accessories of gold, silver, and copper. He could even spot a few faces that he had encountered several times during his time in Hell. These were all sinners or demons of wealth or use. And yet among this assortment of people, there was no sign of his companions from the original crew, or even any overlords that he knew.
"Alastor!"
He quickly turns to the familiar voice that had screeched out his name per usual, and to his surprise she remained the same in all matters of apearance. He sighs with relief, "Ah, Niffty dear," he quickly moves her from out of sight, and further down the hall way. He crouches down to her and asks, "Niffty, what's happened to the Hazbin Hotel?"
Niffty's single eye stares at him without any type of emotion behind the sparkles of her gaze. She tilts her head, and with a single blink of her eye she asks cluelessly, "Hm? What Hotel? This is the Morningstar estate...."
Alastor's eyes widen at her response, his head beginning to throb once more as if something was just trying to force its way into his head. He stands back up and takes off toward the stairs once more, ignoring Niffty's calling to his name.
He runs down the stair, and throught the crowd of guests and additional servants, and out the front doors to the outside steps. While moving he had come to realize that even Pentious's portrait was no longer around. This alarmed him even more as he stood at the bottom of the steps and took several steps forward before finally turning to look up toward the towering building, only to notice that many of its previous features were now gone. The bright pink lights symbols of X's, hearts, and playing card symbols, all gone. The golden centered 'Hotel' sign replaced with the title 'Morningstar,' in bright white colors. The giant sign that hanged over the top of the building no longer even within existence. The only familiar shape to remain was the giant key shape with the pink eye and sharpened pupil in its enter that would stare out toward the city. The statue that was created in honor of Dazzle, had also vanished. And now that he thought about it, he didn't see Razzle anywhere either. Normally the smaller dragon could be found curled up by Charlie's side, Nugget's bed, or out here by the statue due to his newfound lonliness after losing hs friend.
Alastor's ears fall back slowly at the sight, every piece of the hotel that represented each major member of the crew was practically gone from its design. Even his tower had vanished, leaving only Lucifer's tower to remain on the right, while another standard piller replaced his own building. He turns and looks to the city, and loses all of his ability to make sense of anything that is happening. His eye stare with deep awe and fear at the sight before him. The entire city before him was completely evolutionized into some kind of a bright utopia that never existed before. Before his thoughts could even begint to decipher the sight before him, a hand reaches up to his shoulder gently.
"Well then, Bellhop you're awake!"
That familiar voice echoes in his ears. The voice he wanted to hear. He turns to see Lucifer standing behind him with his cane in his hand, and within his usual attire. But the sight of him sends another sling shot of heavy pain that stretched beyond his head and down to his soul. He winces and holds his head in his hand again, frustrated with all of these sudden developments.
"Whao, whao, maybe you should go back to bed bellhop..." The King says softly, his hand reaching to his arm to comfort him, but this single touch felt so foreign to Alastor. It wasn't the same kind of contact he used to feel before, and this was now terrifying him.
He carefully asks through a low and throaty tone, "....but....what about Charlie....?"
Lucifer raises a brow and tilts his head to the side in confusion, "Charlie...? Who's that? A friend of yours? Someone you need to take care of you?"
Alastor's eyes widen in shock, his body instinctively choosing to step back, as if the man he was staring at wasn't the same person he had come to fall for before this all began. The fatherly King who did everything for his daughter, was not here before him. No. This was entirely different King altogether who didn't seem bothered by anything at all, and didn't even look like his eyes carried that same level of insecurity and fear. His red irises rounded and full without any type of worry.
"Hello..? Earth to Bellhop?" Lucifer questions while waving his hand up infront of his face.
Alastor snaps out of his frozen like state of shock and gazes back down to him, "Do you not know my name....?" he asks.
Lucifer is taken aback by the sudden question, signaling his guilt. He shrugs his shoulders and lightly taps the tip of his foot behind with his lips perked forward like a duck as he mumbles, "Uh.....sort of? I can't remember too many names all that well, kind of a bad habit of mine. But lets see....uh..." He rubs his chin before taking a guess, "Alphonse...?"
Alastor corrects him quietly, "Alastor......" His tone was so soft, defeated, and completely coated with the impacts of his broken heart.
"Yeah that! Like I said, I'm not good with names," he says with an awkward chuckle.
Before Alastor could even say anything else, he watches as a pair of long arms rain down over the shoulders of the King, along with several strands of golden blonde hair.
"Oh? Is the bellhop awake?" Lilith asks softly, with the most softest smile adorning her beautiful face, elating to the soft curves and creases that shown with the joy in her purple eyes.
Lucifer smiles softly, "Hey Lily~ and yeah., but it seems like he still needs a bit of rest."
Lilith's eyes meet with Alastor's, his eyes quickly taking in his role to erase his fears and sorrows, and replace it with an entirely new set of character.
"Poor dear....perhaps you should go back to bed. It's quite alright you know. We have plent of others to handle the rest of your duties,"
Lucifer nods his head in agreement as she leans lower to press a gently kiss to Lucifer's cheek.
Alastor watches the two, with this heated sensation spreading from the very depths of his heart. The feeling of his insanity returning to the surface, aching, gnawing, and threatening to be unleashed. His eyes are glued onto the sight before him, the King pressing his lips to his greatest enemy that had tortured him for years. But he couldn't just speak out against it, after all this wasn't the same Lucifer he had recently given his heart to. His eyes wandering to the golden rings that were once again hugging onto their fingers, symbolizing their marrigage. The two turn away from him, their own world just bleeding into the atmosphere making them forget about his presence there before them. As he watches them head back into the Estate, his shadows quickly whip along the floors to consume him whole and teleport him back to his bedroom.
When he rises up from the floor, he drops to his knees, with wide eyes staring at the floor beneath him.
They were married.
How?
What's happened?
What did they do...?!
His heart wasn't just shattering into pieces anymore, it was burning in a flame that could only be hotter than the flames of hell itself. His hands rush u to clutch at his chest tightly as he comes to realize that the family that was created under the hotel roof, that had changed history......had been destroyed overnight. They were separated for a reason, and when they walked directly into the trap in Heaven, Sera had to rush to gain the upper hand and take Charlie away. Knowing that Charlie would be detained, they knew Vaggie would follow no matter what, and that was one of their heavy threats, the heart of the ex-exorcist. With Angel and Husk in the entertainment district, they were already deep into their enemy's hands without a way to leave immediately due to Angel's contract. This leaves Cherri and Niffty at the hotel on their own, easy to deal with, easy to fool and influence. Lucifer's mind shattered, and his heart broken....a very easy heart to manipulate into their plans no matter what.
They took everything into account from the start. Alastor's teeth clench tightly as he slowly rises to his feet. Just as he was beginning to develope well....just when he began to fall in love--
It was all erased in an instant.
He drags his feet along the floor of his bedroom to the balcony doors that rested just beyond his bayou, a design he chose specifically. His hands press to the doors as they open up wide to the sight of the city before him.
It was fully modernized, with bright lights, cleaner streets, minimal screams, Billboards all around for many businesses that he did not recognize. Tall buildings, more resident housing, shops of the highest qualities, and advertisements in bright lights with even more television screens lining along the sides of several larger buildings and structures. Even the light that used to shine in the center of Pentagram City where the Heavenly embassy sat was no longer shining as brightly as it used to.
This version of Hell was no longer the version he knew. This was a world where their influence never occured.
A world where Charlie Morningstar doesn't exist.