reunited
You walk to the door and open it to come face to face with the princess of Hell. She wears a wide smile and is practically vibrating with excitement. With your own polite smile you open the door wider.
"Hello! Please come in.",you watch as the princess walks in. She is followed by a grey haired moth demon and a very tall deer demon. The deer is strikingly familiar to you and for a moment you feel chills crawl up your spine. You clear your throat and shut the door behind them.
Turning to them you guide them to your living room couch and you smile,"Its a pleasure to meet you all. I'm (Y/N)."
Alastor looks at you with slightly wide eyes and his hand is tight around his microphone. He watches as Charlie shakes your hand with that wide smile of hers,"This is so exciting! I'm Charlie, this is my girlfriend Vagatha but we call her Vaggie."
You smile as she shakes your hand and you look to Vaggie, she seems to eye you a bit suspiciously,"So you're serious about joining?" You nod with a soft sigh and rub the nape of your neck.
"I can explain why if you'd like?",you start a bit awkwardly and both woman nod with different levels of curiosity and anticipation. You smile and nod before turning to the red deer,"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch your name."
Both Charlie and Vaggie are relieved yet surprised that you have no idea who Alastor is. Alastor laughs heartedly,"Well thats because I didn't give it to you!" The mans voice is strange. Its filtered with radio grain and sound and you notice his attire. He sounds and looks like a radio host from your time.
Your eyes narrow slightly and heart pound as you realize he's a bit too familiar. You laugh awkwardly and clear your throat while turning,"Excuse me while I fetch some tea and snacks for us to enjoy while we talk." Before your guests can refuse your offer you hurry off to your kitchen.
Your eyes are slightly wide as you make your way to the cabinets and pull down the box of tea.
No...its not him. He—He would be here but no..I'm not here with him. What was in his hand? What is he doing with the princess of Hell...?
Your mind seems to go a hundred miles a minute as you think over the possibility of your first love being in your living room...in Hell.
"You know I was never too fond of tea."
You freeze as you turn on the kettle full of water. The voice you hadn't heard in what seemed to be centuries just resonated through your ears. You grip the counter and swallow hard. You can already feel your heart begin to pound and tears of anger well in your eyes.
"I knew it was you...",you whisper out while attempting to keep your composure.
You hadn't seen Alastor since the day you left. You thought of him everyday and wondered what became of him. Until you found the newspaper.
NEW ORLEANS SERIAL KILLER AND FAMOUS RADIO HOST FOUND DEAD
You were simultaneously crushed and relieved to find out he died. Your love for him never did die out.
You shake your head and turn to Alastor with arms firmly crossed over your chest. He looks at you with red tinted eyes swallowed by darkness. His smile is yellow and sinister. He reeks of death, a scent that wasn't always there.
"Its been quite a while, my dear...",he steps towards you with his hands folded behind his back. His tone is no longer filtered by that radio static, its raw and real. Your breath catches in your throat. You glare up at him and push past him.
"Why are you here with the princess?",you ask with a tone so cold it catches Alastor off guard. You bring down the tea set and begin to set it up with shaking hands.
Alastor walks towards you once more,"I am her business partner on this little endeavor of hers. I heard we were to get a new client...a client by the name of (Y/N)."
The way he said your name still cause a blush to rise to your cheeks. You scoff and slam shut the cupboard,"Of course...just my luck." Alastor raises a brow and he watches as you turn back around to face him.
"Are you still upset about what happened while we were alive? Its been years, I say its about time you got over it.",he said in a bit of an annoyed tone yet always kept that smile on his grey toned face. You look at him in utter disbelief and step towards him.
"You killed people. And—And you lied to me and hid it from me. You lied straight to my face when I grew suspicious and you made me believe I was a bad person for ever thinking you would do such things.",you glare up at him. Your brows are downturned in anger and a deep frown rests on your lips.
Truth be told you were horrified to find out Alastor was a murderer. But when you reached Hell you realized it wasn't the worst thing. What was the worst was the fact that he lied to you, gaslighted you, and manipulated you.
He completely sheltered you from everyone just so he could have you to himself. He was possessive. He made you believe you didn't love him all because you accused him of being a murderer.
He'd come home stained red, dirtied, he'd stay too long in the basement. Each time he lied and manipulated his way out of it.
You only realized how toxic your relationship was when you left him. You fled New Orleans with your unborn child and lived out your life in New York. Until a house fire took both you and your ten year old sons life.
Alastor looked down at you with guilt stabbing at his heart,"We're in Hell! There is no point in holding silly little grudges." Alastor reached out and you stilled when his gloved hands cupped your warm cheeks. He craned his head down. "We could be together for eternity, my sweet flower."
You felt your heart pound in your chest. You reached up and placed your shaking hands over his. That petname did always manage to make you cave. Truth be told you still loved him. And even more truthfully Alastor was hopelessly and refutably in love with you.
You were the first and only woman to ever snare his heart so quickly and effortlessly.
You wanted to rejoice, to be happy to find someone in this pit of eternal suffering. Especially someone you loved and bared a child with. But he wasn't the man you fell in love with. He wasn't the sweet brown-skinned boy from next door who smelled like spices and wore thick oval glasses. Not anymore.
He was a monster who reeked of death and manipulated whoever he pleased without a second thought. You loved him but god did you hate him.
"No.",you say sternly as you pull his hands down from your cheeks,"I will never be with you again, Alastor. Just keep away from me." With that the kettle begins to whistle and you leave a stunned Alastor in the kitchen alone.
You place down the tray with a polite smile and sit down in front of a slightly nervous looking couple,"Well lets talk shall we?"
You talked with Charlie and Vaggie while trying to ignore Alastors burning stare. You didn't tell them the real reason you were going to try out the program, you simply expressed your disliking towards Hell. Alastor knew you were lying, he felt himself smile at the way you still carried your mannerisms.
Charlie squealed by the end of it and pulled you into a tight hug,"Welcome to the Happy Hotel!" You blinked back as she did this and looked to an apologetic Vaggie. Then your eyes shifted to Alastor whos expression never wavered from that grin.
Your eyes narrow and you're quick to look away from him. You just hoped Alastor wouldn't get in your way.
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The hotel was massive and huge. You were given a tour of the hotel by a kind Vaggie. Charlie and Alastor had both left to deal with some more business. By the end of it she brought you to a bar in the lobby. You wondered why exactly it was there but opted not to ask.
"And thats all there is to this place. You can meet Angel when he fucking shows up and I have no clue where Husk and Niffty are.",Vaggie starts,"Angel is our only other client and Husk is the barkeep, Niffty is our housekeeper."
You nod with a heavy sigh and look around the lobby. The walls are adorned with family paintings and portraits. You don't notice Vaggie staring at you with a bit of suspicious, she makes it known when she clears her throat,"Hey so...I hope you're not up to anything here." You turn to her with furrowed brows and she looks away with a bit of red tinging her grey cheeks.
"Charlie means the world to me and I can't see her hurt.",she looks back to you with her single eye,"Please don't let us down." You smile softly at the love and adoration in Vaggie's eyes when she speaks of Charlie. You reach out and place a hand on her shoulder.
"I won't let you guys down. I promise.",you cross over where your heart is and Vaggie laughs gently while nodding. She can't help but be curious.
"So how did you end up here? You know if you don't mind me asking.",you lean back against the bar and think of her question. With a soft sigh you look down at your single black hand. The ink blackness fades up your arm.
"I forgot to turn off the fireplace. One thing led to another and I was burned alive.",you look up from your hand and to Vaggie,"And you?"
She rubs the nape of her neck and looks down,"I was walking home from a protest and a couple of homophobic fucks followed me. They beat me pretty bad with a steel bat and then one of them shoved me. I fell onto a spike sticking up from the ground.",she points to the x where her eye should be.
Your brows are raised and you feel your heart ache. You shake your head in disbelief and before she can react your arms wrap around her. "Those sons of bitches...",you mumble,"I'm sorry you went through that." Vaggie stiffened in the hug. But the way you hugged her was so warm and inviting, she could only hug back.
"Its fine. Thanks though.",she responds back. You both pull away when her phone begins to ring. She brings it up to her ear and by the smile that spreads across her lips you can already guess who it is. "Yeah of course, love you too." She hangs up and places a hand on your shoulder.
"I've gotta go, I'll see you at dinner. If you have any questions don't be shy to ask me or Charlie anything!",she makes her way out of the lobby with a friendly smile and wave. You breathe out with a smile spreading across your lips.
Looking around the lobby you feel good about being here.
"I haven't seen anyone but Miss Magne make that irritable woman smile."
You exhale sharply and roll your eyes while turning to the direction of the voice. You face Alastor once more and you begin to walk away. He's quick to appear right in front of you once more. You glare at him. You felt even worse about him now. Vaggie gave you the run down on who Alastor was here in Hell.
He didn't change one bit.
"I told you to leave me alone.",you respond to him while crossing your arms once more,"Vaggie told me about you oh so powerful overlord."
Alastor internally curses and clutches his hands behind his back. That wretched wench, sticking her nose where it doesnt belong... he thinks with anger before reaching out and grabbing your wrist. He pulls you before you can leave.
"(Y/N) please just give me a chance. I can assure you I am not the monster I was painted to be.",you feel your cheeks redden at the feeling of his hand enveloping yours. You remember fonder times with him.
Dancing beneath the moonlight, cooking dinner together, singing in one anothers arms. You forever missed that...and him.
You turn to him with a shake of your head,"You lied to me for years. You lied to my face with such ease and manipulated me like it meant nothing." Alastor swallows hard when you roughly yank your hand away from him. "You're selfish and narcissistic. Stay the hell away from me."
Alastor watches as you storm off and he feels annoyance and anger prod at him. He places his hands behind his back and thinks of what he could possibly do. He wasn't going to give up, that much was certain.
You were his and only his. You'd come around eventually.