When Was Alastor Born Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

“Not so fast.” We look up and see Alastor in his human form. He has a malicious grin as I see his eyes turn red. He is going to cook us alive. As he prepares to throw a fireball at us he is struck in the shoulder with an ice spear. He growls and glares at Maliyah. “Wait your turn my dear niece.”

He boasted like the arrogant king he was. "You're no god! you're a cursed beast. Nothing more nothing less." She raised her hands, and purple fire danced between her fingers. "You are just a heartless monster, Zayn and you have no idea what kind of power you are playing with." Zayn started to laugh. It was a loud, arrogant sound that made the walls shake. "Power? You think your little sparks and whispers are power? I am the Alpha of Alphas. I don't need magic to break your neck."

"I am honored you chose my altar. Every runaway pair deserves a sacred moment under the neon moon." "Yeah, and to hell with the laws of the High Council," I mutter. He wags a clawed finger at me. "There is no cursing at this altar, High Alpha. We run a wholesome sanctuary." The fake bard peers into my glassy eyes for a split second, his brow arching. "Great Spirits, what kind of root did you snort tonight? Your pupils are wider than a blood-moon. You are flying high, aren't you?"

A deep voice spoke, and I froze. I turned my face to the side to see a man, staring out the window, his back to me. He was tall, blonde hair brushed back, and long sleeve shirt that hugged his body tightly. But what caught my attention was his physique— he looked oddly familiar, even though his voice was not. "Who are you?" I managed to ask. "How long have you been here? Why am I drugged?" I heard him laugh, and the sound send chills down my spine. "How many questions do you have for me, sweetheart?" Now he turned sideways. "If you must know, I am Alastor."

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

“You plan to enslave the human population?” “They were made to feed us—to serve as food. I will bring them to their knees, just as our betters did before us.” “You will leave my son and his newfound family out of it.” “Gone soft, have you?” Damien no longer tried to hide his disgust. Alastor was an old vampire, though he hadn’t aged a day since his turning. He had once been a great man, someone Damien looked up to. Now he seemed a washed-up parent, abandoned by his child yet unable to move on. Love, Damien supposed, did this to people—it weakened their resolve until they were only a shell of their former, glorious selves. He would never allow himself to fall so low.

He looks almost anxious. I internally shake myself. Sebastian Walts? Anxious? No way in hell. "Well?" I'm surprised at the softness of my voice. "Hazel," Sebastian tightens his hold on my hand, shifting closer to me. "Whatever I'm about to tell you, should never reach anyone else. Understood?" Pulling my brows together, I nod. Sebastian lets out a breath. "I was born on an eclipse." I suck in a sharp breath, my eyes widen. Lycanthropes born on an eclipse never survive. They die just a few minutes after birth.

Aleister throws the bottle of water to Hunter and he catches it immediately. “That is why you get nervous every time I call your name in a serious tone! You know yourself that you’ve been a bad guy from the past five-hundred years!” “Hey! I was just kidding, and I’m not five-hundred years old! I’m only four-hundred-ninety-nine!” Aleister just shook his head and continued to ask his question. “Have you heard anything about the child of the werewolf alpha who died years ago?” Hunter was confused and shock when he heard the question.

He said, putting a brown long envelope on the table. The Alpha then opened the envelope and scanned those folders one by one. After a moment of silence, he started to share his words. “Hazel Alison Forest. An orphan who grew up in Sister Mary’s Foundation. Currently studying at Crestwood University.” His deep voice read every word about her like tickling her soul. He put the folders down and those sharp gazes turned to Hazel. “22 years old.” He tilted his chin, “And an omega.” He added. Hazel gulped when she heard the word omega. She didn’t know what to say either. She didn’t know these people. They might seem calm but she can feel that they are dangerous.

“That’s true. But this territory is also traversed by ordinary humans. I’m friends with him (pointing at Cyrus with his chin), so I know this territory well. And I saw a car there, which means an ordinary human passed through, and you killed them.” “Bullshit!” the man shouted. “Stop all this, Alastor. Let me take them away. This is enough, and I assure you, they won't come back.” Ben tried to make a bargain. Alastor laughed mockingly. “No. Give me the child, or he dies.” “He's just a child Alastor, for God's sake! He's the same age as your daughter! He's already suffered enough with that curse! As a father, don't you have any compassion?!”