Rosie
As the only Hellborn Overlord and leader of Cannibal Town, Rosie was unique among the Overlords of Hell. She wasn't particularly close with any of the Sinner overlords. Save for one.
The Radio Demon Alastor. Oh, now that one made her smile. Such a gentleman. She could not recall a single time he'd ever made her disappointed. And he was a cannibal like her and the others!
She valued his friendship dearly; oh, that smile of his was just darling!
He never treated her cannibals unkindly. Except for Susan. But...Susan.
And his broadcasts? Oh, they were such a delight. But in all the years she had known him, he had never asked for such a peculiar favor.
Sinner's hearts. Alastor preferred liver and thigh meat. Preferred to hunt it himself too.
However, she wasn't going to make a fuss, it was ever so rare the dear ever asked for anything.
So she donned her Sunday best, her classic sun hat in a lovely shade of maroon with two skulls, three dark burgundy flowers on the brim, and the large black and pink-red plumes.
Her pale-maroon and pale burgundy dress with shoulder pads, thin pale maroon swirly-like stripes on the high collar, black trimming around the waist, and the long sleeves ruffled cuffs. Three black stripes and black trim located on the hem.
Rosie made her way up the hill leading to Princess Morningstar's hotel with a basket in hand, some of the worst Sinners imaginable had been ever so kind as to donate their hearts for Alastor's request.
Opening the door she hears soft jazz playing through the lobby, and a very young voice asking a question.
"Alastor, if you're a Wendigo, how come you don't incite chills?"
"Because I am a demon Wendigo little fawn. Causing a feeling of cold is a sign of an Earthborn Wendigo," came the reply from her friend, and Rosie's eyes landed on a site she never thought she'd see.
Alastor was sitting in one of the lobby chairs with a young child in his lap, a little girl dressed in a black baby doll dress, her hair done up in a red bow. The child had little deer ears atop her head and little white spots on her cheeks and in her waist-length black hair. She's leaning against Alastor's chest, reading from a large book he has propped up on his knee.
"Alastor?" Rosie calls out, and Alastor and the child look up, the former's face alight with joy while the latter tenses for a moment.
"Ah, Rosie! Thank you for coming, my dear! Please, come in, come in. This is Aconite, she's my great-granddaughter. Aconite, this is my dear friend Rosie, she's another Overlord," Alastor introduces as Aconite slides off his lap, doing a little curtsy.
"Great-granddaughter?" Rosie blinks, looking down at the child before her gaze moves to Alastor. Now that he's introduced her, Rosie can see a faint resemblance.
"Oh my stars, aren't you just the cutest little thing!" Rosie exclaimed, a hand over her mouth. She'll get the details from Alastor later; right now, she has a little niece to meet!
"Hello..." Aconite greets her shyly as Alastor stands, his hand resting on the child's head.
"Oh, aren't you just precious, I take it these hearts are for you little one?" Rosie asks, kneeling so she's at eye level with the child, who nods.
"Thank you for bringing them Miss Rosie," Aconite says politely, her doe eyes large.
"None of this miss business sweetie! Call me Aunty Rosie, and such a polite little one you are! Alastor, where have you been hiding this precious little girl?" Rosie says, and it's only years of knowing Alastor that allows her to catch the flash of irritation that flits across the Radio Demon's face.
"As you may have guessed, Rosie, Aconite is still very much alive. Her magic decided that she needed more proper care, and chose myself and Charlie to be her guardians. Young Aconite is a Peryton, and fawns only eat hearts." Alastor explains as he guides her to the kitchen to prepare said hearts. Aconite will need to eat them raw, but there is no reason for it to be done like a savage.
Rosie hands the basket over to Alastor as Aconite sits at the table.
"A Peryton, now I haven't heard of one of those in quite a while," Rosie comments. She had actually thought Alastor was one until she realized he was a Wendigo.
"Any information you may have would be much appreciated Rosie," Alastor says as he deftly cuts one of the hearts into bite-sized chunks.
"I have only run into adult Peryton, so my knowledge of them is rather lacking, but I do know that Sinner hearts will be an acceptable substitute for human hearts."
Rosie watches as Alastor places the bowl of heart chunks down before Aconite, who sniffs the raw meat for a moment before her eyes go wide; the child quickly grabs her fork and eats with favor.
Rosie frowns at this, not because she's being messy, enjoying one's food is never something to be ashamed of, but because of the way Aconite is guarding the bowl. Alastor catches her eye and inclines his head to the kitchen, and she follows.
"Alastor, what happened to that sweet child?" Rosie asks quietly, and Alastor sighs.
"Magic was desperate to save her life, Rosie. When I get my hands on her so-called relatives, it will not be pretty. Hell will be enjoying my broadcasts for ages. That her aunt is my descendant is irritating. The miserable wretch allowed harm to come to a child in her care." Alastor says as he stores the other hearts in the fridge. "I had to perform a cleansing ritual on her. The magic involved decided that turning her into a Peryton was the wisest course of action."
Rosie frowns further at his words. "You aren't exactly parent material Alastor,"
"I know, I do not deny that. Charlie and I have come to an agreement. She will be Aconite's parent, and I her mentor. I am not a kind man, and Charlie recognized this fact even as she was collecting Aconite from that...house." Alastor explained, and Rosie nodded in acceptance.
"Seems reasonable. Do you need me to make regular deliveries?"
"No, but I would be most appreciative if you would assist in gathering a wardrobe for Aconite. I used my magic to create the dress she is currently wearing."
"It's done, you just bring her to Cannibal Town once she's more established. I hope you know everyone is going to spoil her rotten," Rosie teases with a grin that Alastor returns.
"I have no doubt of that Rosie, and thank you."
"Anytime, Alastor, you've done so much for us that it's only fair that we come in Aconite's hour of need." Rosie waves him off, smile back in place, when Aconite makes a noise from the table.
"Alastor....may I have more please?" Aconite asks as she enters the kitchen carrying her bowl, not a spec of blood on the white surface or on Aconite's little face.
"Perhaps not, little fawn; we don't want you to get sick after not eating properly for some time now," Alastor cautiously states, and Aconite pouts for a moment before nodding.
"Okay...I don't want to get sick"
"Soon, you may eat your fill whenever you like, Aconite, I promise," Alastor assures, kneeling so he can take the bowl from her. "Now, why don't you go find Miss Charlie and play with her?"
Aconite nods before skipping out of the room.
"Alastor?" Rosie inquires as he stands and places the bowl in the sink.
"She was starved quite regularly. I want nothing more than for her to eat her fill, but not right now." Alastor explains, his smile gaining a malicious edge.
"When you get your hands on the ones responsible, make it hurt," Rosie says, and Alastor chuckles, nodding his head.
"It will be my pleasure. I hate to rush you, but I am currently working on a lesson plan for Aconite, and I'm sure you want to spread the word, but do make sure that only Cannibal Town knows about her. Until she can defend herself?"
"Of course, if you need anything, you let me know. I am going to go to the tailor and put in an order for Aconite's wardrobe. I assume you'd like for her to have clothing typical for the 1920s?"
"Yes, please; when she's older, she may choose her own style, but for now..."
"Consider it done Alastor. Why I bet even old Susan might just adore that child." Rosie chuckles as Alastor groans at the mention of Susan. Rosie and Alastor spend some time catching up before she takes her leave.
Hell just got a whole lot more interesting, the Radio Demon, a great-grandfather. Who'd have thought? Rosie herself was willing to bet he was still a virgin, what with Alastor being asexual as the modern word for it was.
Rosie couldn't wait to see how Aconite would change Hell in time.