Jamalaya—Sorry Jambalaya
It was a long day for Alastor.
Attending numerous business meetings and having to get his due for a few deals seemed easy enough, hell it would be quite enjoyable for him.
However it was anything but. Most that made deals with Alastor kept their end of the bargain, they knew what he was capable of and would not risk losing their lives.
Some were not so smart.
Today was the prime example of that. Going to receive his end of the bargain from one of hells finest celebrities the loathsome demon refused.
Alastor would have made her suffer long and hard if not for the meeting his had on the other side of the pentagram. So he simply killed her without a second thought or warning.
There is a fine line between cockiness and confidence. Alastor danced across that line skillfully. He was one of hells most powerful overlords, he toppled tyrants in just one night. He held himself high and superior to most.
Yet he was smart and he knew there were others, albeit very very few, that could match or even exceed his strength.
Leaving the demons mansion with a fixing of his bowtie he let out a sigh of annoyance at the green acidic rain falling from the red skies.
//Drats...//
In a matter of seconds he looked around, now in the hotels lobby. The walls adorned with many photos of the Magne's and their associates and close friends. Alastor let out a pleased hum upon noticing how tidy everything was.
I've gotta hand it to, Nifty.
He had just joined this entertaining journey with the charming demon belle a little over a week ago. So far the only client they've had till now was Angel Dust.
Angel Dust.
Alastor grimaced at the thought of him as he approached the front desk, his associated passed out atop the bar.
Alastor was quite distanced from that spider demon. He had offered him...unruly services to say the least and from there Alastor made it his point to avoid the man.
As the short time went on Alastor grew more disgusted with the sex worker. He constantly made crude and distasteful jokes, often left and came back looking absolutely improper, and worst of all he was constantly flirting with the Radio Demon.
He was quite literally everything Alastor loathed. Dirty, careless, reckless, irrational, the list goes on.
"Husker my dear friend!",Alastor greeted the bar cat with enthusiasm. Husk jolted up with wide eyes before pressing his temples with a soft groan,"The fuck do you want?" He grumbled in his usual indifferent and husky voice, his eyes resting before slowly opening.
Alastor grinned while fixing the top of his hair,"Where may I find Miss Magne and her partner? I was told there was a new client?"
Husk lowered a brow at the red-clad man before him,"You're an hour early.",he stated in a matter-of-fact tone while pulling a bottle of booze from beneath the counter.
"Well my mother always told me being early was on time and on time was late! So where may I find them?",Alastor inquired with that signature grin spread across his gray skin.
Husk gave a soft snort and an eyeroll,"They left just a few minutes ago to pick up the new client. Said they'd be back soon for the meeting with you."
Alastor felt a bit annoyed at hearing this. His brows lowering slightly into an upset expression, yet his grin remained the same. //I could have taken my time with that disobedient demon...how unfortunate.//
"Well then I might as well take a look around the joint!",Alastor said and began to roam about the large hotel, Husk not caring in the slightest.
Alastor hummed a lively tune as he roamed the halls of the empty and clean hotel. He was a bit surprised to have heard of a new client, yet the surprise was swept away by anticipation.
Anticipation that he could bare witness to the first lost cause of the hotel, the idea of them crumbling into a failure made his grin widen.
"Hey, smiles!"
Alastors grin wavered slightly as he stepped into the kitchen. The metal doors shut behind him as he bared witness to Angel Dust standing in front of the stove.
Alastor felt a bit strange when he noticed Angel Dusts unusual attire. He wore an off the shoulder pink sweater and a pair of black shorts, his feet concealed by fuzzy pink slippers. And he wasn't wearing any makeup...thats when Alastor noticed the soft dust of pink freckles.
He didn't look how he usually did, which was slutty and provocative. He looked different...he looked...better.
Alastors red eye twitched slightly as he began to think these strange things. Clearing his throat he readied himself to leave until he heard the prostitutes italian voice ring out again.
"Wait! Don't go I—I kinda need your help.",Angel stuttered for a moment as he said this. Alastor raised a brow and turned to the spider with a slight tilt of his head. Angel didn't say anything so Alastor sighed heavily with a wave of his hand.
"Well? I don't have all day.",his voice wavered slightly in annoyance. Angel Dust grinned and pointed to the pot on the stove.
"That shit you made for us last time, uh the jamalaya stuff?",Angel started with a bit of a puzzled look on his bare face. Alastor fought off the urge to laugh at his pronunciation of the dish.
"Jambalaya?",he questioned before Angel Dusts face cleared with clarity and he nodded.
"Yeah yeah, that! Well...",Angel seemed to hesitate for a moment while rubbing the nape of his neck. His other set of arms were crossed around his waist before he continued with a finger wag.
"You betta not say shit but uh...Charlie loved it so much when you made it last time so I was tryna make it for her...",Alastors eyes widened slightly as Angel looked down to the red tiled ground,"To apologize for the whole mess last week with Cherri, also its rainin' so I figured it'd be a good thing to make."
Alastor felt his hands ball up into fists behind his back, yet he kept his composure and grinning face,"So what is it you need from me?"
Angel groaned softly while gesturing back to the pot,"I found a recipe online but it ain't coming out like yours did. Somethings missing that I can't put my finger on...",his mismatched eyes finally looked up to Alastors red ones, picking up a wooden spoon,"Help me out?"
Alastor swallowed hard as his nails dug into the palms of his hands. He pondered for a moment whether he should help him out. Then with a sigh of defeat he walked forward.
Angel smiled with happiness while handing Alastor the spoon, the deer demon reluctantly took it while Angel pulled the lid off of the pot.
Once the lid was off Alastor inhaled that nostalgic scent of spices and meat. He was damn near salivating.
He dipped the spoon into the stew and tasted the broth and as soon as the liquid hit his tongue his brows shot up.
Angel nervously watched the radio demon, letting out a soft 'oh' when his brows shot up in surprise.
Alastor couldn't believe the taste. It was immaculate and damn near perfect. The delectable taste made chills run up his spine.
He fixed his composure and handed the spoon back to Angel with a clearing of his throat,"It needs some extra cayenne, all recipes usually go too light on it." He advised with his grin unknowingly softening slightly.
Angel nodded and opened the cupboard. Alastor watched closely as he scoured through the many spices. His eyes then skimmed down to the hoodie shifting up and exposing the skin on his torso. The white fluff looked so soft.
"Here it is.",Angel said while pulling down the small plastic container with a soft smile. His usual smirking grin was gone, Alastor had just noticed this. He felt something stir within his stomach as he watched the comfy looking pornstar speckle in some more of the spice, his pink tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly.
"Well shit! Its perfect, Al! Thank ya-",Angel turned to look to the radio demon only to notice he was now alone in the kitchen. His brows lowered and he frowned slightly.
//Where the hell did he go?//
Alastor now stood in one of the empty guest rooms, leaning his back against the door his breathing was heavy. Reaching up his gloved hands could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks. Then he felt another stir within him, he swallowed hard while attempting to keep his grin up.
//W-What is happening to me?...//