sleepless
"A party?",Charlie questions with a raising of her brow.
It was the next day and you sit in the small study with Charlie, Vaggie, and unfortunately Alastor. You nod and smile while crossing one leg over the other. You lightly tug at the choker around your neck.
"Not necessarily a party. A banquet if you will. It will give us opportunity to find potential clients and maybe more investors.",you explain simply while sitting straight and proper in your seat. Vaggie looks to Charlie and she shrugs lightly.
"Its better than driving around and getting crap thrown at the limo.",Charlie says with a "what the hell" attitude. Vaggie bites her bottom lip gently and turns to you,"How do we know anyone would even come?"
Alastor answers first with his usual grin,"Everyone loves a good evening filled with meaningless small talk, nice meals, and drinks. I think its a rather brilliant idea." You refrain from rolling your eyes at the overlord but nod in agreement with him.
Charlie and Vaggie share another look. Vaggie nods with a soft smile and Charlie looks back to you smiling widely,"Amazing! That sounds like a great idea. Okay so I can make the flyers and....what?" Charlie looks to you when you gently shake your head with a bit of a strained smile.
"I'm sorry, Miss Magne but I've seen your hotel flyers around and well...they're a bit off putting to those not as cheerful or happy as you.",you explain in a way that won't put off the princess. Luckily it works when Vaggie places her hand over Charlies with a smile.
"I sort of agree, hon...maybe it'd be best we leave the flyer work to someone else.",Charlie looks to Vaggie and nods with a soft smile.
"Yeah you guys are probably right",she turns to you with a small pout,"And I said to call me Charlie." You nod with a bit of a laugh before she continues to speak. "Okay then so Vaggie can handle the flyers, Alastor are you alright with handling the decorations?"
You pinch your brows together and for the first time since arriving you look to Alastor. He raises a brow at you with his usual grin,"I was an advent planner of banquets and such back in my day." He looks to Charlie with a wider grin,"I can handle the food as well, my dear."
Charlie claps with a bit of joy and she looks to you,"Do you mind being the one to pass around the flyers and invite people?"
You shake your head with a soft smile,"Not at all. In fact I have a few people in mind I can invite without a flyer, do you have a date and time in mind? I could invite them when I leave."
Charlie thinks for a moment with pursed lips,"We could have it in two weeks. It will start at six p.m." You nod slowly and stand from your chair with a fixing of your satin gloves. With a smile you look to your new associates,"Well if that's all I'll get going."
Charlie and Vaggie bid you goodbye and allow you to leave the small study. You walk out with a soft sigh and run a hand through your styled hair, making your way down the hall and eventually into the lobby.
You jump back when a tall red-clad deer demon appears in front of you.
"For hells sake!",you curse out while placing a hand over your racing heart. Alastor grins and leans close to you with a slight tilt of his head, his hands folded behind his back.
"Allow me to accompany you, my dear! I have a person to invite as well.",his radio filtered voice is loud and faux. You roll your eyes and breathe out heavily, walking past him while slowly pulling off your satin gloves.
"I'm quite fine on my own. I'm sure you are just the same.",you still when Alastor grabs your hand and twirls you back, your gloves fall from your hands and to the ground. You let out a soft gasp when you hit his body.
You look up into his glowing red eyes. You scowl at the man but your body betrays you when your cheeks blush at such sudden contact. "What on earth are you doing?" Alastor notices the annoyance in your tone yet you don't shove him away. He chuckles and releases you, stepping back he dusts his chest off.
"I'm accompanying you."
You push him away with a scoff and shake of your head,"No you are not. Don't touch me again." You blink back and turn away, leaving. With your slightly flustered state you forget about the gloves on the ground.
Alastors shadow is quick to pick them up and hand them to his master.
Alastor was fascinated and even interested by you. He knew you were lying to Charlotte's face the entire time the other day. He had no evidence obviously but there is no way anyone truly believed in her ridiculous fantasies. He wanted to know why you truly wanted to invest.
Seems it would take some effort to get you to speak.
Alastor disappeared from the lobby and found himself in his study at his own secluded home. He sighed gently and tugged his tattered tail coat off his shoulders and hung them up. He looked around at the decor and began to think of you.
His arrival in Hell was a funny one. He knew why he manifested such power, he sold his soul to be all powerful. He practiced a craft that assured him power for all of eternity. A craft that helped him evade the police for fifty murders over the course of his lifetime.
A craft that made him one of the most powerful overlords in Hell. But you were more powerful than him.
That made him feel...strange.
No one even knew of your past nor how such a mortal soul manifested powers. Each overlord manifested powers by sacrificing or being the worst person imaginable.
You were rumored to be a dark and terrifying force to mess with. That you were merciless and cruel. But no one really has any proof. But anyone who spoke ill of your name or challenged you was given proof soon enough. The sight of their bodies after were so horrifying it didn’t take long for everyone to recognize your abilities.
Even Alastor felt chills run up his spine when he saw the body of a toppled overlord. You had somehow pulled his body inside out and his heart was missing. That was your signature.
You are the longest running overlord and remain the most powerful. No other overlord would stupidly challenge you.
What did she do to gain so much power...for so long?
It was truly an enigma to Alastor. He paced his study with his hands interlaced behind his back and his brows pinched together. There was very little known about you.
Your abilities weren’t even necessarily confirmed or known. No one has ever seen you use them and those who have were in shock. But by the bodies and carnage you left it was definite they were very powerful.
Alastor huffed out in a bit of frustration and stopped pacing. He shook his head gently and began to wonder why he even cared so much. He could only say his curiosity was getting the best of him.
It was also known you died during the 14th century.
Alastors eyes narrowed slightly and he looked up to notice his shadow had taken your gloves from his coat and brought them to you. His brows pinch together as he takes them,”What good will these do me?”
The dark shadows gestures to where its neck would be.
Alastor sat up,”Her choker...”
He realized you were also never seen without the choker or a pair of gloves on. He grinned lightly and stood up,”Find her for me.”
Alastors shadow grinned with its glowing yellow mouth and the other oozed down the walls, they were gone within seconds. Alastor sighed gently and his grin widened.
I’m going to solve the puzzle that is you, (Y/N).
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You found yourself tossing and turning in bed that night. Unable to sleep.
“You know that when you can’t sleep it usually means someone is thinking about you.”
You scrunch your nose and groan loudly, dragging your hands down your face,”Ugh! Can whoever is thinking about me stop!” You exclaim in the empty penthouse. You sit up in bed and look around at the dark room. Your mind can’t help but wander to Alastor.
He was quite a strange man you knew quite a lot about. A serial killer until he demise in the thirties. He was beneath you in power but by what you’ve witnessed was in par with you on mentality.
You had to be careful of him.
He could very well not have anything up his sleeve with Charlotte Magne. If he figured out your plan it would certainly be your demise. Knowing the loathsome radio demon he’d no doubt toy with you or attempt to blackmail you in one way or another.
You gently wrapped your hand around your wrist, you could feel the ghost of his hand on yours. You felt your cheeks warm up and you snorted while shaking your head.
I really am that touch-starved.
You blew a raspberry through your lips and looked around. It was just past midnight so you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth you reached over to your bedside and picked up your phone.
Your sleepless nights usually went like this.
Hesitantly you scroll through the contacts. Finding her photo your tongue presses to the inside of your cheek. With a roll of your eyes you press the contact and hold it up to your ear.
“(Y/N)!”,she answers the phone rather quickly with excitement on her tongue,”Another sleepless night?”
A smile spreads across your lips and you sigh,”Yes, same place?...Okay great, bye.”