#i wonder whats got alastor spooked

[sunlit-mess]

more mindless doodles

[jyoongim]

Heya! I found your account a couple of days ago and I am obsessed with your soft Alastor fics, they're just so beautifully written! You are crazy talented, I love your writing.

I was wondering if I could request a soft!Alastor x reader fic where Alastor does something scary like threatening someone in his big demon form, and reader witnesses it and just gets a little fright. When he finds out he's really apologetic and holding them and it's all just really fluffy.

Thank you, and have a wonderful day!

- a new anon: 🌻

🌻 anon that’s so cute! Welcome to my shit show!!!

Your request was so cute! And just what i needed to get out of writer’s block.

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You walked beside Alastor as the two of you trailed behind Charlie as she showed Lucifer around. You  hadn’t noticed Husker behind the two of you until he called out to Alastor.

”Hey boss a word” You paused and watched as Alastor’s eye twitched. He spun his neck like owl to acknowledge the cat

”What is it?”

Husker’s eyes drifted to you and Alastor turned his attention to you “Dearest why don’t you go on ahead without me, ill catch up in a few”

You smiled and nodded, letting them have their privacy.

You hadn’t gotten too far when you heard Husker talking about Mimzy’s sudden appearance at the hotel.

”Me and you both know Mimzy only show her ass when she needs you to clean up her mess. That bitch is trouble”

you hear Alastor laugh “Don’t worry about it Husker! Its nothing I can’t handle besides who would dare cross me?”

The flickering of the hallway lights caught your attention and Husker’s yelp made you turn back.

Rounding the corner, your eyes widened as you see Husker cowering on the floor and Alastor is pissed.

He has a green chain in his hands and he’s slowly approaching Husk, wrapping the chain around his arms

”If you EVER mention that again I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams FOR EVERY DISRESPECTFUL WRETCH WHO DARES CHALLENGE ME!”

Alastor transforms just big enough to fill the hallway and towered over the shaking cat

”Do you understand?” He tilted his head

Husker nodded frantically and in a flash Alastor was back to normal “Lovely” before he could turn around you ran.

You were shaken up. Alastor had joined you again and you couldn’t help but distance yourself from him.

You didn’t understand what had made him so angry to threaten Husker.

You had never seen Alastor upset and you didn’t like that he acted like nothing had happened.

It was rather late when Lucifer had left and everyone had gone off to do their own thing.

You usually spent your nights with Alastor in his radio tower, but you opted to be alone in your room.

A knock at your door pulled your attention from your book and the door opened to reveal Alastor.

“I thought you would be keeping me company tonight my dear” he had a soft smile on his face as he approached your bed.

You scooted away from him before he could pull you to him and he quirked his brows,  confused.

”Darlin? What’s got you so spooked?” He asked as he settled on your bed.

You felt guilty being afraid of Alastor, the Overlord had never once made you feel scared, but his actions towards Husk made you feel unsure of him.

”You scared me earlier” you said softly, fiddling with your hands. “I had overheard you talking to Husk and-and I saw you. You were scary Al”

Alastor's eyes widened.  He didn’t know you had witness him lost his composure and now you being distant the whole night made sense.

His ears furrowed against his head as he took in your nervous expression.

He reached for your hands, bringing them to his lips and letting out a soft purr to soothe you. 

You softened as you let him pull you into his lap.

”Oh my dear I’m sorry I gave you a fright. That you had to see me in such a distasteful light” he apologized nuzzling you.

You giggled as he peppered kisses all over your face.

“Just never get big and scary unless absolutely necessary” you poked his chest, trying to be stern.

Alastor let out a low laugh, nodding “I will do my best to not let my anger get the better of me”

You held out your pinky “Pinky promise”

He looped his claw around yours bringing it to his lips, bright green smoke swirling around the digits

”Deal”

[animeshotsh]

Chains P2 | Yandere!Alastor x Overlord!Reader x Brother!Husk

Notes: I havent seen the season finale so this may have OOC characters/events/ canon divergence in terms of time.

Warnings: Yandere!Alastor | mentions of blood, fight, violence, cursing | Mentions of Alastor eating habits | grammar mistakes |

Tags: @lorkai

Staying at the hotel has proved to be both, good and bad. Good, because you got to be with your brother everyday, feeling his soul so close made your mood improve a lot. When in the past you would be more cruel, angry and always hissing now you found a part of yourself you thought you had lost. Smiling and purring (the last only with Husk), its was a good Change. You also could see the good the Hotel was making in your Brother. Now sober and less grumpy towards others. Showing sings of trust and affection.

Now the bad, or terrible was that Alastor was always around.

Always.

His shadows could not mix with yours thanks to your power, but they would follow you and then tell Alastor where you were. And Alastor knowing how much you hated him would appear, calling you "sweet" nicknames that made you give him the death stare.

On Alastor part he was trhilled to have you so close and without having to do something for it. He never undertood why you cared for Husk so much but he took it for his advantage, he knew you would not try to pick up a fight with him because of your brother. And seeing you, your eyes showing just how much you wanted nothing more to destory him but could not made him feel things he was not sure what they were but the feeling was not an unpleasent one.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Husk prepared himself an early drink only for it to be snached form his hands. A glass of milk now replacing it.

He shoot an annoyed look but still decided to drink the milk, he took notice of the fish sandwich you have made for him too.

Oh, you could be so sweet.

"You need Real food" you simply stated, crossing your arms "I can just smell how bad you have been taking care of yourself"

"Im fine, you dont have to worry" Husk dismissed. He did not want you to find out how truly fucked he had been.

"Oh~ I would not say that!! As your owner I had to stand your smell and poor hehaviour. Its nice to have a sweet sister to be around right?" Alastor spook towering over Husk them appearing besides you. "A sister who's soul its tainted but has such a good smell and so powerfull" Alastor was salivating by now "I wonder if you teast such as good as you look my Dear! No other overlord could compare to-" Alastor was stopped when a very pissed Husk trow the rest of the milk towards his face.

"Stop talking about my sister"

"Husk-"

"And what did you just do" The voice of Alastor changed, its shadow getting bigger. His eyes now a deep black with no emotion with his clawns being out and ready to attack Husk.

"I say, dont, talk, about, my, sister," Husk responded his love for you overcoming his fear of Alastor's power. He could crush his soul if he wanted.

In response Alasto's shadow started to grow, his teet got sharper, horns bigger as well as his claws and body. His eyes now a deep black with pupils like radio ones. A green chain appear, showing how Alastor owned Husk's soul.

"My, my, looks like I have left you be too free in here" Alastor sinister voice said pulling Husk towards him who tried to remain emotionless.

"Maybe I should show you what happens when you missbehave" Two claws went for Husk's left eyes ready to pull it out. "Maybe I should pull this thing out and eat it. Let you see how truly bad I can be" he half joked.

Before anything could happen Alastor was pushed hard away from Husk by you. Your own true Demon form now on display. You got bigger, your wings now with a sharp end as well as your tail, your eyes just like Alastor deep black with no pupil. You got two pointed horns as well. And your hands were now with black furr, red claws out.

"Dont fucking dare to hurt my brother" you roared sending off your poker cards to cut off the black tentacles Alastor had called.

He smirked, pulling out his shadows to try and get you down only for them to be vanish when a sudden fire erupet from your hands.

"My dear! This is New, I never know you could control fire!" Alastor said pretty much now into the battle with you forgetting Husk.

A wall was crashed as you two rolled outside the hotel, getting everybody's attention.

Alastor ended on top of you a tentacle firm around your neck, however one of your poker cards was against his neck. Just one move from any of you and both of you would be dead.

"WHAT IS THIS" A very Angry Charlie called, besides her Vaggie came looking just as angry.

Alastor smirked letting you got, going back to his usual form as you did as well.

"Ah Charlie! This was just a small fight between old Friends" Alastor said moving his hand to repair the wall.

"SMALL? You two broke a wall" Vaggie called getting just a smirk from Alastor and a blush from you.

"Im sorry, this wont happen again" you promised seeing Alastor from the corner of your eyes.

"It better not, or you are out" Vaggie finally called. In reality she would prefer for you to stay and Alastor to leave but she knew that saddly they needed the radio Demon in the hotel.

~☆~☆~☆~

As night fell you went to Alastor's room, knocking with Force the door opened revealing himself with a fake suprised look.

"(Y/N) I was not expecting you"

"Lets get to the Point. What can I give an no. Not my soul so you wont hurt my brother"

"Well, you need to know it was his fault" he started getting a hiss from you. "Can you blame me? He trow milk at me, my suit was ruined"

"We both know you were looking for a reaction out of him. Just tell me what you want"

Alastor seemed to think, you were proud and firm. Too proud to negotiate your soul. Even if you loved your brother you knew it would not change much. Sure, Husk would be free but how free? He could very much try and give his soul back to get yours out of Alastor's hand.

"Well, what I was saying was true. I wish to know if you teast as good as you look" he smirked taking your chin in his hand " you might have something to give me"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Alastor stood in his room. Carefully drinking from a tea cup with a black liquid inside. Besides it a full bottle with the same liquid was.

He closed his eyes, feeling the flavor of your blood. If your blood was like this what would your flesh be like? Could he ever dream on getting a bite from you?

And why did he find the small fight against you so....he had no words. He felt alive full of something he could not understand.

Oh, he had to get your soul somehow. No matter how.

~☆~☆~☆~

[terry-perry]

Yay!!! I’m so happy you’re taking requests for this couple!! They seem so sweet (until things got out of hand 😅)

Alastor is the intimidating, scarier half. so what if a group or a person sees them being adorable and soft and laugh at them. Until Alastor sneakily scares them off before going back to being sweet with Y/N?

thanks 😊

You walked alongside Alastor after "running into" each other at a nearby bookshop. He startled you there when you pulled a book off a shelf and found his giant sharp-tooth grin on the other side staring right at you.

"Forgive me, dearest, but you looked so cute when spooked," he recalled the moment with you while on a stroll downtown to get some coffee.

You could only roll your eyes and smile. You had such an urge to playfully swat at him and then grab his hand, but you had to restrain yourself. You two weren't out in the open yet and wanted to keep the relationship in a sweet, intimate bubble you built for yourselves for as long as possible. Everything seemed so much brighter since you started this, especially in such a shitty place like Hell. You wanted to relish having someone make you feel special without worrying about drama like parental involvement or toxic gossip.

"Oh shit! They're together again!" You heard a sniggering voice mutter as you kept walking with Alastor. "Do you think something's going on with them?"

That almost made you stop in your tracks. The bubble was at risk of popping if that remark meant what you fearfully thought it did.

You kept yourself from turning to face and confronting who said this, thinking it would just enable them. It wasn't until you noticed Alastor was no longer by your side that you stopped and spun around, finding him in front of two sinners you suspected were the source of the comment. Their smug faces transformed into pale ones full of sheer terror as you heard Alastor mumbling what was no doubt a threat to their souls.

When you approached them, the gossipers were nodding feverishly, looking like they might shit their pants any second. You could sense the malevolent aura surrounding Alastor, even hearing it somewhat through the distorted jazz playing on his microphone. It was gone the moment you were next to him and he was back to his gentlemanly demeanor.

"Ah! Sorry, my dear!" He greeted you with that boisterous charm of his. "I was just acquainting myself with a couple of curious souls who wondered what business we had to tend to. Overlords like us are always willing to give attention to those needing a listening ear." He turned back to the sinners who kept their scared expressions intact, especially since Alastor hardened his stare but kept his overly friendly smile. "Please, let us know what we can do to help you."

"Nah, forget it!" One of the sinners said before scurrying off in the opposite direction, their companion not far behind.

"Well, now that that's sorted, coffee?"

"What am I going to do with you?" You scoffed as you resumed your walk.

"I'm curious about that myself," Alastor teased, a light smirk on his face now as he took your hand and gave you some playfully pleading eyes. "All I ask is that you be gentle with me, darling."

You giggled at his antics but then got rather flustered when you two continued your stroll and he left his pinky curled around yours.

You suppose you've earned this public display of affection, subtle as it was.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Angel Dust: “D’ya ever get a weird feelin’ about this place?”

Husk: “Yeah. Sweet an sickening. Like fucking syrup.”

Angel Dust: “NEVER fuck usin’ syrup UGH.”

Niffty: “I think the floor right under the second story banister railings feels weirdest! Almost bouncy when you SMASH into it!”

Angel Dust: “Not what I meant, NFT. It’s more like-”

SOMETHING: (blurs past the open door behind them)

Door: (...crreeeeks softly on it’s hinges...)

Them: (turns and stare)

Angel Dust: “…it’s like, a cold draft, innit?”

Husk: (spooked) (fur fluffed) “Cheap as fuck place. Run down.”

Niffty: “Prime roach real estate!”

Angel Dust: “Unsettlin’. The word I’m lookin’ for is, unsettlin’.”

EYES: (blink open and glow in the shadowy corner above them.)

Angel Dust: “Creepy, even.”

EYES: (rotate 360 degrees) (still staring)

Angel Dust: “I dunno. Don’t ya just get the shivers sometimes in here? Brr.” (shudders)

Husk: “Guess the eternal pep can be kinda fucked up from the owner. No one in hell is really that fucking happy all the fucking time.”

Niffty: “I AM!!!”

Husk: “No one who’s not fucking Niffty is that happy in hell.”

Niffty: “I LOVE it here. You only got to die ONCE back in the living world.”

Angel Dust: “Once should be enough for anyone, Niffters.”

Niffty: (giggling) “Not for me! Not when it's comes to eating spiders.”

Husk: “Oh FUCK that-”

Niffty: “Think the thing watching us right now also eats spiders?”

Husk: “…”

Angel Dust: “…”

EYES: (blink) (vanish)

The Three of Them: (turn and stare)

Angel Dust: “….Husker? Any room in ya bed for guy who doesn’t wanna be alone tonight?”

Husk: “Fuck no. Anyone tries getting in my room tonight is being served a motherfucking Molotov cocktail on the house.”

Angel Dust: “I can make it worth ya while. Tire us both out so’s maybe we can get some actual sleep.”

Husk: “You think I’m gonna fucking sleep?”

Niffty: “Sometimes I eat the spiders in my sleep…”

Husk: “Niffty, I need you fucking shut up talking in that creepy little girl voice.”

Niffty: “Okay! But whyyyy~?”

Husk: “THAT’S fucking WHY.”

Angel Dust: “-shh! SHH SHHHH! D’ya hear that!?”

Husk: “Wh- don’t fucking touch me-”

Angel Dust: (strangling him a little with holding) “Husk holy shit!”

Husk: (claws out) (super floofed) “What? WHAT??”

Niffty: “Ohhh…..”

Angel Dust: “It’s COMIN’!”

Niffty: “Nooo it’s naaaw-auuuught~”

Husk: “WELL WHICH THE FUCK IS IT-!?”

Niffty: “It’s Here~”

SOMETHING: (drops in from the open window)

Them: (SCREAM)

Vaggie: “Have you guys seen- Stop screaming it’s just me- have any of you seen Charlie around?”

Husk: “FUCK! FUCK!!!”

Angel Dust: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, MISS I CUNT USE THE FREAKING DOORS!”

Husk: “FUUUCK ME FUCK YOU FUCK ALL OF THIS-”

Niffty: “Aww.” (slumps) “Hi Vaggie….”

Vaggie: “Yeah hey… What’s got into you all?”

Angel Dust: “Into US? YoU-”

Niffty: “We’ve been terrified. It’s been fun!”

Husk: “YOUR FUCKING SHIT HOTEL IS FUCKING HAUNTED! Shit!”

Angel Dust: “You and ya rich girlfriend have hell’s worst unpaying guest creepin’ around, and ya wonder what’s up with US?!?!”

Vaggie: “Oh. So you have seen her.”

Niffty: “Ohhh…! It’s a her!”

Angel Dust: “HER WHO WHO HER YOU KNOW THE WHORE OF HAUNTING?”

Vaggie: “Sure. And don’t fucking call her that.”

Husk: “I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no no no fuck NO-”

Vaggie: (rolls eye)

Vaggie: “Sweetie? Can you stop with the friendship notes and come out now?”

Something: (from shadows) “I’m bi!”

Vaggie: (smiles) “Out in the open where they can see you, babe.”

Charlie: “Aww, Vaggieeee…” (slips out of shadows with notebook and pout) “You’re messing with the sterile observed conditions and data collection. They were bonding!”

Angel Dust: “TOOTS!?”

Husk: “Oh.. fuck… you.”

Vaggie: “They sure were clinging to each other at least.”

Husk: “Fuck you MORE I fucking wasn’t.”

Angel Dust: “TOOTS I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE!”

Vaggie: “Weren’t stopping him from climbing you like a tree though, were you?”

Charlie: “Sorry about that, Angel Dust. I just got so excited-”

Husk: “Get. Fucked.”

Vaggie: “My girlfriend takes care of that already thanks.”

Angel Dust: “EXCITED? To be stalkin’ a guy like he’s a freaking gazelle on a shitty nature doc that skips all the fucking an’ only shows the non-sexy rippin’ an tearin’ an eatin’ alive bits!?”

Charlie: “Well-”

Niffty: “Hi Charlie! Were you watching us like bugs in a bug trap? Right before they get SQUISHED?”

Charlie: “-um no. No I wasn’t-”

Niffty: “Awww why nooooooooot?”

Charlie: “I wasn’t... trying to?”

Husk: “Oh that’s not fucking terrifying to fucking hear.”

Angel Dust: “TRY HARDER NOT TO NEXT TIME! Ugh! I’m too shaky to even make a hardness pun- AND I think this gave me STRESS WRINKLES. I WORK WITH THIS FACE! Among other body parts- I cannot fucking AFFORD wrinkles, Charmeleon!”

Charlie: “Aw guys I’m sorry! I just saw you three chatting together and.” (waves notebook) “Y’know?”

Vaggie: “I know, babe.”

Angel Dust: “NO!?”

Husk: “Fuck. No.”

Niffty: “Nope! I would’ve gone STRAIGHT into hunt and kill mode!”

Husk: “Which is what it fucking FELT like you fucking did.”

Charlie: “Ooookay then, my bad. But! You all feel better now you know it was just me, right?”

Them: “….”

Charlie: “B- because you know I’d never actually hunt any of your through the halls of my hotel. Right?”

Them: “……”

Charlie: “…you, you guys know you’re safe here and I didn’t bring you here for some fucked up creepy personal murder torture reason… right…?”

Them: “……….”

Niffty: (raises hand) “I-”

Charlie: “NIFFTY THANK YOU!! See? She believes-”

Niffty: “I felt really GREAT thinking you were hunting me for sport! Can I go back to thinking that?”

Charlie: “-that, you, oh. No that’s-” (droops) “…sure … whatever makes you happy, Niffty.”

Niffty: “YAY FEAR!” (hugs Charlie’s knees) (skitters away)

Angel Dust: “Oh yippie. Getting’ high off my ass and blackin’ all this out from my memory will make ME happy.” (flounces off) “Sweet dreams, toots! I sure as hell won’t be havin’ ‘em!”

Charlie: “I’m sor-”

Husk: “Anyone fucking needs me, don’t.”

Charlie: “Husk, I really-”

Husk: (already gone)  

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “….. fuck.”

Vaggie: “It’ll be fine.” (pats Charlie gently) “Don’t freak out about it. They’re just, shook up.”

Charlie: (tired) “Except Niffty.”

Vaggie: “Niffty’s uhhh, she seems like the exception to most things yeah.”

Charlie: “She likes being scared of me.”

Vaggie: “Well. Thrilled? By you? I mean she gets her kicks out of it, so…”

Charlie: “I don’t like being scary.”

Vaggie: “You’re not.”

Charlie: “I scared them.”

Vaggie: “Startled and creeped out a little. It’s not the same thing.”

Charlie: “Isn’t it? I’m- I hate that I'm-”

Vaggie: “No.”

Charlie: “Vaggie.”

Vaggie: “You. Are. Not.”

Charlie: “But-”

Vaggie: (takes hand) “You’re a lot of things, Charlie Morningstar. Sometimes you’re a lot of those lot of things- which I love-”

Charlie: “Heh.”

Vaggie: “But being scary just by existing? Isn’t one of them. You can be you, all the way, the whole demon princess Charlie package- and not scare anyone. I promise."

Charlie: "Tell that to my ex..."

Vaggie: "I'll carve it into his stupid fucking skull- kidding! I'm kidding."

Charlie: "I'd believe that more if you hadn't already tried."

Vaggie: "Well believe me NOW when I'm trying to say- You can get scary when someone you love is hurt or threatened, sure. That's, not a bad thing. There's nothing about you that you need to hide to have people in your life. Living with you, every part of you, is great."

Charlie: "....."

Vaggie: "Charlie c'mon- I should know. If we’re talking observed data and stuff, I’ve already got three years of it. Right?”     

Charlie: “…right.” (weak smile) “I did it again though, didn’t I?”

Vaggie: “What, the intensely following around someone you’ve invited into your home trying to figure out how to make them feel more comfortable without bothering them or spooking them, working hard not to let them see how you spend hours just staring at them, taking in every little detail you can, but staring so hard they can feel it on the back of their neck anyway?”

Charlie: “And you’re sure that’s not scary. Like at all.”

Vaggie: “I always thought is was cute. Intense and a kinda worrying sign of how alone you’d been, sure, but cute.”

Charlie: “Hmph.”

Vaggie: (leans up to smooch her) “And our hazbins will too. Just give ‘em time.”

Charlie: “Our hazbins?” (grins) “Our? Oh now THAT’S cute.” (opens book and scribbles note) “Today… Vaggie.. bonded with…”

Vaggie: “I did not.”

Charlie: “…OUR- underline underline add some hearts- hazbins!”

Vaggie: “Charlie I didn’t. I barely even spoke with them.”

Charlie: “You’re comparing them to your past self and making connections between you when we first met and them now, aren’t you. You’re empathizing with them! That’s bonding! That’s ADORABLE!!”  

Vaggie: (sigh) “That’s my cue to drag you off to bed.”

Charlie: “You’re adorable~”

Vaggie: “Says the cute demon lady lovingly stalking her new friends.”

Charlie: “Do you think they’ll be friends with me? I mean I’m friends with them, but-”

Vaggie: “Charlie, they’ve met you. It’s inevitable.”

Charlie: “Heheh. Juuuust like this kiss~”

(smooch)

(smooch some more)

Vaggie: “Whoa there!” (chuckling) “Save it for the bed sweetie, or we’ll never get there.”

Charlie: (giggling) “Sorry. I’m not used to not having everything all to ourselves. And I suppose making out in the public areas wouldn’t be very polite, even in the middle of the night with no one around.”

Vaggie: “Probably. We’ve freaked them out enough for one day I think.”

Charlie: “There are definite downsides to having a hotel with actual other people living in it, huh….”

Vaggie: “Worth it?”

Charlie: “Mm. I hope so. I hope they’ll think so too.”

Vaggie: “They will, babe. They will.”

-Next Night-

-Alastor’s Radio Tower-

Alastor: (humming and happily prepping the next track for broadcast)

SOMETHING: (slowly rises up beyond the window behind him)

Alastor: (ears twitch) (adjust audio balance knob)  

SOMETHING: (presses against window)

Window: (Distinctive flesh-dragging-across-glass sound)

Alastor: (stops)

SOMETHING: (fades into shadows)

Alastor: (turns)

Window: (has smudge mark on it)

Alastor: “….hmm…” (walks over) (wipes window) (smudge stays bc it’s on the outside) “Interesting...”

Alastor: (goes back to disc jockeying)

SOMETHING: (reaches up and drags finger through smudge mark)

Alastor: (stops and turns)

Alastor: “Ohoho? My my my, now isn’t THIS just droll! Who COULD have left a message here for me. On my own radio tower! Smudging my glass! (smirks and walks over) “Hmm? Something dire and THREATENING no doubt? Not something they will REGRET I am SURE ha ha ha!”

Alastor: (bends down to read) “It appears to say…”

Window: (smudge has the word ‘FRIENDS’ written through it)

Alastor: (snaps back upright) (stares) (steps back) (stares harder)

Alastor: “…how… amusing.”

Alastor: (goes back to control panel)

Alastor: “….”

Alastor: (relaxes) (picks up microphone and holds it casually at the ready)

Alastor: (reaches for a record-)

SOMETHING: (slips past window behind him)

Alastor: (turning) (Shrieking) “KKKKSSSSSSSSFKKKSST” (yeets record out through window)

Window: (shatters)

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “….hope that one wasn’t important, pendejo. It’s on the first floor now. In about a hundred pieces.”

Alastor: (lowering microphone) “Oh my dear I DO apologize!” (simpering) (Glowering) “Poor thing. Not hurt, are you? Not frightened at all I hope? Really I don’t know WHAT would have happened if I had happened to HIT you!”

Vaggie: “Me frightened? No.” (tosses cleaning rag over shoulder) “The scary little smudge is gone anyway, so I’m off. Bye.”

Alastor: “Oh delightful! You KNOW ABOUT-”

Vaggie: (gone)

Alastor: “……hmmmmmm….”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “She’s so hot when she’s all ‘doesn’t even blink when something almost would've decapitated her if she hadn’t casually leaned back’ isn’t she?”

Alastor: (shriek is broadcast all over Pentagram city, shattering the remaining windows in his radio tower)

[wolfoftheblackflames]

I had plenty of fun doing this fic, and once again I spoil you my misfits as I give you more. As I said before I plan to release the full thing on Ao3 so enjoy the parts as I create them.

The Devil and the Innocent: Pt.3

Vaggie watched as the blonde Devil came back over growling softly. “Come…” She ordered as Vaggie nodded.

“Why should I?” The smaller woman asked glaring.

“Do you want to stay in the dungeons? I'm offering you a chance for a room at least.” The Devil replied growling

“Fine..” With that Vaggie followed the Devil.

The two walked in silence but Vaggie couldn't help but noticed how well dressed the Devil looked, in a worn out red suit with ripped slacks that showed those powerful legs ending with red hooves, a flowing white and red cloak draped along those broad shoulders, and a neatly button up white shirt that was open slightly to allow some blonde fur to peek out. “You never told me your name…” Vaggie asked cautiously since she knew this beast could easily throw her around.

“It's a name forgotten by time but… If you must know it's Charlie.” The Devil replied looking sad. “Everything besides the west wing is available. This is your room.” Charlie opened a door to a rather cozy looking guest room. “Goodnight.” 

“Hey.” Vaggie replied as Charlie looked at her. “To answer your question. I'm Vagatha, or Vaggie for short.” She looked at Charlie who blinked. “Goodnight Charlie..” She vanished into the room, closing the door.

Charlie lingered there for a moment, her eyes falling to where Vaggie once stood. She soon turned to leave trying to ignore the guilt that rose up since she was forcing the brave woman to stay. “See it's already workin’ on the giant.” Angel smirked watching the princess look a little calmer somewhat.

“I wonder if this is the one who'll save her broken heart?” Alastor replied, looking a little annoyed. He didn't like the fact his blood thirsty mistress was turning soft again. 

“Well she fuckin better be, I can't stand being this stupid ass monkey!” Cherri growled, waving one of her symbols.

“Patience Misssy, we'll be normal soon enough.” Sir Pentious added but winced when he saw his crush turn away crossing her arms.

Husk sighed but couldn't help but wonder if what Alastor said was right. “First time she's let someone actually stay. Even if it's forced..” 

---

Inside the rather nice lavish room, Vaggie sighed sitting on the comfy bed. She wondered if Carmilla got home alright. Though those thoughts were interrupted by a soft dull pain. A knock came as Vaggie blinked heading over since it was something to distract her. “Hello?”

“Hello darling, my name is Rosie. I've come to see if you'd like some tea, and maybe some snacks?” The beautiful teapot spoke, causing Vaggie to back up.

“What the fuck..” The Latina uttered bumping into a red and purple master dresser.

“Oy watch the merchandise!” A shrill British accent popped out of it as Vaggie blinked, falling onto the bed.

“Velvette dear, try not to spook the guest.” Rosie scolded.

Velvette huffed as Rosie poured some tea into Niffty’s cup form. “Not another woman… Can't I just go clean instead?” 

“Not right now darling. Now be a good dear and listen to your mother.”  Rosie nudged her with her spout.

“Fine..” Niffty casually hopped over not spilling the tea mixed with sugar.

Vaggie blinked but she noticed the little cup waiting for her. “I'll admit you're kinda a pretty little cup..” She picked up Niffty who blinked at her. 

“I like to squish cockroaches with my body.” Niffty added making Vaggie wince a bit.

“That's nice…” She hesitantly drank the tea but blinked as it felt nice and warm. 

“Don't mind Niffty darling. I always give her a soap bath when she does that.” Rosie added.

“Well I ain't staying in this ugly bitch’s room.” Velvette casually hopped away making Rosie look annoyed.

“We'll get you a new less chatty dresser darling. Sorry for that one.” 

Vaggie sighed. “It's been a long night. Might I just sleep?” She groaned softly as Rosie nodded. “Of course darling. Though I couldn't help but notice you're holding your eyepatch.”

Niffty had already zipped out once put down happily running down the halls. “Just something from the past…” Vaggie muttered but blinked seeing a little table scamper in with a bottle on top.

“It's a small thing, dearie, but it'll help with the pain.” Rosie bowed and hopped off.

Vaggie just blinked as she took the small bottle into her hands with some odd clear liquid with herbs inside. “Um thanks..” She replied as the table followed Rosie out, leaving Vaggie alone. She couldn't wrap her head around this strange place, talking everyday objects, ruined old portraits that litter the halls, some which had depicted a family at some point, but claws had torn them up, and that monster, the Devil. Vaggie sighed softly and took some of the potion offered. It really did help with the phantom pain, much to her surprise. “I suppose it won't be so bad here..”

----

It had been only a day since Vaggie came to live at the castle, she didn't mind it but a part of her missed her routines with Carmilla, or the snarking banter of Odette and Clara. She sighed softly wandering around, the many demonic looking statues along the walls and halls gave her the creeps. “The West wing..” She looked over at it. It was the one place Charlie forbade entry too despite everywhere else being free roam. She later returned to her room once she was done exploring.

Charlie walked towards the guest room and knocked. “How are you liking it here..? I noticed you left your room earlier. Are my staff tending to you well enough?” She asked, still being growly. 

Vaggie blinked, surprised hearing the Devil, no Charlie being so attentive. She didn't feel like leaving the room, after all it's still a prison if not a neatly decorated one. It's what a murderer like her deserved. “Why is she…” Vaggie muttered sitting on the bed. “I don't understand this at all..”

“Hey blondie, invite her to dinner.” Angel nudged as Charlie gulped.

It came out more forceful than she wanted it to be. “You'll join me for dinner, it isn't a request..” She growled as it left feeling so awkward. “Shit shit shit!” She growled as she's sure it must've scared Vaggie.

“How about no?” The Latina replied.

“What?!” Charlie snapped growling.

“Try uh being lesss growly?” Sir Pentious asked.

Charlie looked at the little objects but grumbled. “She's being a little difficult, understandably so… But fine.” The Devil sighed and gulped. “Would you like to come down to dinner?” She tried not to sound growly but it came through regardless.

“Try adding a please.” Sir Pentious smiled.

“Please Vaggie?” Charlie added, still sounding growly but she started to fidget.

“I already said no.” Vaggie replied looking slightly annoyed.

“You can't exactly stay in there, you know?” Charlie growled, fighting back her demonic urge to rip the door off.

“A la mierda eres un terco.” (Fuck you're a stubborn one.) Veggie hissed softly. “I can and will, after all it is my room now right?” She snarled, adding some sass.

Charlie couldn't hold back the cursed beast from roaring out. “Fine then, go ahead and starve!” The Devil growled huffing before turning towards the others. “If she doesn't eat with me, she doesn't eat at all. Understand?” 

“Yesss…” Sir Pentious looked away as Charlie stormed off.

“Oh good the demon came out again.” Alastor grinned. 

“Not now radiohead.” Angel stated glaring. 

“How about you stay here and keep an eye on our guest?” Husk stated as Angel nodded.

Charlie went into the west wing and tried to hold back her anger. “Of course it had to fucking come out. This damn curse…” She growled but then went over to a small bowl resting on the table. “Show me Vaggie, please…” She spoke looking down into the water. It shimmered with soft magic and showed Charlie what she wanted.

Vaggie leaned on the windowsil looking out at the forest below. “Baap!” A friendly little goat plush waved at Vaggie.

“Baap baap!” Another came beside her.

“Look she fucking took my mentor hostage, and now I'm stuck here. I can't even see my family again because of this deal.” She growled looking away. “I don't want anything to do with an asshole like her.”

Charlie started to tear up slightly and lightly scratched the image in the water away. “I'm sorry… I guess I'm only going to be a monster to you huh…” She fought the urge to cry. “What can I do to make things okay… There's still hope, right?” She muttered, releasing some tears. “There has to be..”

---

Vaggie pinched her nosebridge. “What the hell are you playing at?” She couldn't figure the Devil out. But she then blinked, searching the leather bag she had on her for the book. “No fucking way…”. It had been a short children's story to keep the little ones from venturing into Hellfire forest, but now that she was here, it started to make sense. The Devil who looked so monstrous and spoke so viciously was indeed the princess who lost her heart to the prince.

“I see you're one who likes to read.” A voice piped in as Vaggie blinked, turning to the speaker. “And seems gears are turning in your head, eh?” She heard it say she couldn't believe her eyes. It was a white and red rubber duck with a slicked back hairstyle and white top hat.

“Uh… Who the fuck are you?” She blurted as the duck looked offended.

“Why I'm the cursed King of course! Lucifer Morningstar of the Pride Kingdom, at your service.” He politely bowed.

“As in the king who vanished, leaving his only child alone?” Vaggie looked angrily at the duck.

“It wasn't by choice, I swear! My lovely wife went missing seven years prior to all this, and I was held up in the East Wing of this place. Then some old crone enchantress decided to turn me into this, and my baby char-char into a monster!” Lucifer squeaked, flapping his plastic wings.

Vaggie looked skeptical. “So everything here is under a spell?” She asked not buying it.

“Yes! Oh please miss, save my little applepie, I'm powerless in this form and that stupid witch cursed me so all I can do is quack around Charlie and the others!” He took her hand into his own little wings. “She doesn't deserve to suffer anymore…”

Vaggie gave a soft look and gently picked up the duck. “Alright fine, but I'm shit at lying and even worse at comforting people.” She started and narrowed her eye. “So how the fuck can I help the princess?”

“Well you're literally all I got. So figure that out, and hurry. I don't think we have a lot of time left.” Lucifer stated “Now attend that dinner Maggie!”

“It's Vaggie..” The Latina replied looking unamused. She plopped Lucifer down and went to change behind the dressing screen. The ducky stayed put, being polite as he waited for his comrade.

Lucifer smiled sitting with the goat dolls. “These two are Razzle and Dazzle by the way. I also heard you denied going to dinner?”

“Yes? Because she was literally being an asshole.” Vaggie replied casually from behind the screen.

“Oh please go down and talk to my little sweet baby, she's just a lonely little girl with a broken heart.” Lucifer pleaded.

“Baaap!” Razzle added his voice pleading as well.

“Baap bap!” Dazzle sounded sadden.

Vaggie looked over at the clothes that had been laid out for her. She sighed softly. “Alright, quit sounding so pitiful, I'll go down and see her…” She groaned, putting on one of the many outfits.

(Thanks for reading this part my misfit ^^ Don't be afraid to leave a comment, I love feed back and such ^^)

[blue-rose-soul]

Your last Devil’s Bastards post was so juicy! I’d never heard about heaven’s people having amnesia.

Now I can’t stop thinking about a pre-reveal scenario in which Nicaise somehow goes to visit the hotel and while she doesn’t recognize anyone, Alastor and Lucifer sure recognize her.

Hey, it could happen! I did set the stage for Nicaise to potentially become a fallen angel, no second death required.

Let's say it happens at some point after the thwarted extermination. Neither Lucifer nor Alastor know yet, but Alastor has some suspicions. When Nicaise is ejected from Heaven for revealing the exterminations to the public, encouraging people to go against Heaven's rules, and questioning the Seraphim, and then refusing to repent, she remembers Charlie Morningstar's hotel and heads there straight away.

Charlie's happy to see her again. Both Lucifer and Alastor are in shock, but since Alastor's perma-smile is still in place no one really notices his reaction. They're all a little wrapped up in the story Nicaise is telling them about how she ended up getting ejected from Heaven. Of course Charlie happily welcomes her into the hotel, and Vaggie's actually happy to have yet another fallen angel among them, to hear that Heaven may actually be reforming from within.

Then Lucifer steps forward and reintroduces himself. Everyone's more than a little surprised to learn that Lucifer and Nicaise have met before. Lucifer explains that whence upon a time he snuck out of Hell just for a little while to actually see Earth, and wound up lost in the middle of New Orleans during the Rex parade. Nicaise doesn't remember the event, so he tells her about how she saved him from being lost and basically acted as his guide throughout the celebration. They both got pretty wasted and he woke up the next morning passed out on top of somebody's rooftop, presumably from attempting to fly home while drunk. Everyone's laughing and having a good time as he recounts the story.

Alastor says nothing.

As Nicaise settles into the hotel crew and helps Charlie with her redemption project, Alastor initially tries to keep his distance, but over time everyone notices that Alastor is different with her. It's not too strange at first. He's always gotten along better with women than with men. But this is different. He almost has an air of respect with her, and he doesn't even respect the King of Hell! He's gentle, he never teases or intentionally scares her, though it turns out Nicaise has a bit of a prankster side of her own and thinks its funny when he spooks other hotel residents. He doesn't hide the fact that he's a serial murderer, or that he's a cannibal, but he does tone down the bloodthirstiness in her presence. His smile is more genuine around her.

Bit by bit, certain things come out about Alastor, more in the few short weeks Nicaise has been with them than anyone's learned in the 6+ months of living with Alastor. Things he and Nicaise share in common. They both grew up in New Orleans, they like to use venison in their jambalaya, play several of the same instruments, have the same taste in liquor, hate tea. They even died within a couple decades of one another. Nicaise wonders if they might have even met one another while alive. Alastor only says he supposes it's possible.

Lucifer, for his part, is delighted to reunite with an old friend. Alastor does not enjoy Lucifer enjoying her company. He compels Husk to interrupt the two of them if he ever sees them getting too 'close.' Encourages Niffty to get under Lucifer's feet. Has his shadows trip Lucifer up, or spill his drinks when he's talking with Nicaise. Lucifer knows it's all Alastor's doing and assumes Alastor's just being a shit again.

"What, you failed to steal my daughter, now you're trying to steal my vacation friend!?"

Husk is the first one to put two and two together. He doesn't figure out everything, but he knows Alastor well enough to know his interest in Nicaise isn't romantic, and to pick up on the familial similarities. He keeps his mouth shut though. The memory of what happened last time he dredged up one of Alastor's secrets still sets his fur on edge. Still, in private he lets himself chuckle over the fact that Alastor is a 'mamma's boy.'

Eventually though, other people start to pick up on Alastor's weird behavior. When Nicaise scolds him for 'picking on' Lucifer - and WOW is it weird to see Alastor letting himself be scolded - Alastor points out to her that Lucifer is a married man. That does put a bit of a damper on Lucifer's and Nicaise's interactions. They weren't intentionally flirting or anything, but Lucifer wonders if maybe he was getting a tad too comfortable. He and Lilith ARE separated (at least, according to Charlie) but he still hopes to one day reconcile with her. And now that Alastor's brought it to her attention, Charlie's starting to feel just a tad uncomfortable with Lucifer's and Nicaise's closeness as well. Just a tad though! She does want her dad to be happy, and he and Lilith are separated...

Privately, she still thinks it feels like a betrayal though.

And it's that feeling that allows Charlie to put things together, and she's a hell of a lot less subtle than Husk is.

There are people hanging out at the bar when she walks up to Alastor in the parlor and blurts out, "ALASTOR, IS NICAISE YOUR SISTER!?"

It came out a lot louder than she meant it.

Lucifer chokes on his drink.

In Charlie's defense, he and Nicaise appear to be close to the same physical age in their demon and angel forms. If anything, Nicaise might have been younger when she died than Alastor was when he died.

Alastor reassures Charlie that, no, Nicaise is not his sister.

Lucifer relaxes and starts to chug his drink to get that terrifying thought out of his head.

"She's my maman."

Lucifer chokes again.

Fortunately Nicaise isn't present for this conversation. Charlie asks why Alastor hadn't said anything before now and he explains he doesn't see any reason to. Once they get her back into Heaven, they'll never see one another again, so why burden her with the knowledge that her son grew to be a mass murderer in life and a cannibalistic Overlord in death? While he may not regret any of his actions, he knows she would be heartbroken by the revelation.

Angel Dust breaks up the sullen mood that's fallen over the room by cracking a joke that, 'the devil wants to do your mom.'

He immediately gets several sets of angry eyes on him, including beast mode Alastor, and shuts up very quickly.

[concubuck]

concubuck​:

As Alastor entered the main floor of the club, he cast a split second envious look at the nearest dancer (wouldn’t it be nice to have so many eager eyes on him?); and then he ignored the stages, completely disinterested. His focus was only on the audience, looking for anything ghostly.

It wasn’t hard to find. At a quick glance, he saw several ghosts who weren’t doing anything at all to blend in with the living—clearly not used to being around living humans (or any other entities) who could see them. Hopefully they’d be as easy to catch as they were to identify.

Still, it was worth taking a longer look at the place before he started catching specters, just in case there were some doing a better job of blending into the crowd than the fools hovering around with their skulls hanging out. There was no point in spooking the spooks before he’d taken a proper tally. Pity he had to do this during business hours; but he supposed the crowds hiding the ghosts from him also helped hide him, ghost-hunter, from the ghosts.

A little cluster of brightly-clothed guys and gals—and dog(?)—stood out from the crowd. Alastor studied them for a moment, before concluding they were, in fact, alive, and the fact that they stood out had less to do with their state of life and more to do with their sober, out-of-place awkwardness. Kiddos’ first trip to the strip club, maybe. He could feel something supernaturally off about the lot of them; but maybe there was a witch or psychic mixed into the group. None of his business. They weren’t dead, and that was what mattered to him.

His gaze left them and they faded into the background as Things He Was Disinterested In, and he brushed past them to keep searching the crowd for more ghosts.

mysteriouslyhopefulstranger​:

“??!!!” That presence not only got close to Alice, but that brush gave her a vision of his true self: a red demon with antlers.

“You!!” Alice called out.

The team stopped dead. The dog growled in the demon’s direction, a red shine appearing in his eyes. The purple man tilted his sunglasses down to reveal a pair of dark eye sockets with glowing pink irises. The blue woman and orange man got tense. A couple of ghosts that were closest to the team turned their heads in their direction, sensing some rising power.

“Are you causing the hauntings?!” Alice demanded an answer.

Alastor turned toward the group, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. Ah. Psychic, then. And—just glancing at the fellow who looked like a linebacker—possibly something more than that, too.

Maybe one of those gangs of rookie paranormal investigators he’d heard about. No wonder they looked out of place. Ghost hunters in a strip club. This could be useful—if they were at all half decent, he and they could help each other clear out this place and then Alastor could haul all the ghosts home—but, considering how this was going so far, he suspected they were more likely to chase any spirits into hiding.

“I should hope not. I’ve only been here half an hour,” he said dryly. “In fact, I was invited here by the manager of this establishment.” To end the hauntings, he wanted to say; but he was too aware of the fact that the silly girl had already drawn a couple of spirits’ attention and he didn’t want them hearing that. He looked them up and down skeptically and asked, “Were you invited?”

[ckret2]

first of all - i really love your characterization of alastor! i saw ur post on 'how alastor would react to a buzzfeed unsolved-type video on his crimes' a while ago and id like to ask - do you think he was ever considered as a suspect? would there even be any real suspects? thank you for all ur writing and ideas :D

tl;dr, my personal headcanon is that he was never considered as a suspect, but have an extremely detailed explanation!

So, until we learn more from canon, here's my overall headcanon of Alastor as a serial killer. Read more (if tumblr cooperates) for a long headcanon post and for brief mentions of the gory things serial killers do.

- His preferred target was hunters and his weapon of choice was a standard hunting rifle. This means that, for a while, individual killings could be brushed off as "some irresponsible hunter accidentally shot another hunter, and either it was a wild shot and the shooter never saw where the bullet went, or he realized he'd accidentally shot somebody and fled like a coward." Unlike more obvious serial killer strategies—example, the Axeman of New Orleans' "people found axed to death inside their own homes" deal—it would take a while for Alastor's killings to be recognized as deliberate murder probably committed by one person.

- Most serial killers have a pretty small hunting ground, somewhere near where they live that's familiar/comfortable to them, and they don't stray far outside it. Compared to the Axeman again—the Axeman primarily attacked people in Italian-American immigrant communities in New Orleans, which made it easy to identify a pattern after only a few attacks. Since the Axeman was never identified, there's no way for us to know whether he lived in the neighborhoods where he killed—but like, he probably wasn't driving in from Houston.

Alastor, on the other hand, broke that pattern by killing at various hunting grounds around Louisiana—and maybe even neighboring states, I haven't decided yet—so it was harder to pinpoint where the killer lived and start searching that area for suspects.

- Many serial killers are identified by the rituals they tend to perform with their victims. Example: Jack the Ripper, who liked to disembowel his victims in a way that made police think he had experience as a surgeon. Desecrating/mutilating bodies in consistent ways is common, as are particular/identifiable body disposal methods. These rituals are typically things that have nothing to do with committing the murder itself, which means the killer just did them for fun. Alastor didn't have these. Shooting was where it started and ended for him. No undressing the body, no mutilating it, no moving it, no stealing trophies—he left them as they fell, sometimes leaving the scene before his victim was dead.

Oftentimes serial killers kill to try to enact some fantasy, and often their kills get more elaborate over time as they find that whatever high they're trying to get from their kill doesn't last. Alastor's fantasies revolved around hunting/killing his equals like game animals—hence his choice of victim, weapon, and crime scene. So I think Alastor's kills would have gotten more elaborate (and thus easier to identify) over time—starting with field dressing the corpse as if it was a deer, and eventually progressing to taking home cuts of "meat" from the victims to eat. (In a recent stream, it was revealed that Alastor wasn't a cannibal while he was alive, only after death; so I've been headcanoning him as having fantasized about cannibalism while he was a serial killer but never having worked up the nerve to perform it.) But Alastor died before he got that far, so his crime scenes were fairly nondescript until his death.

- Because he was killing on hunting grounds, the areas were sparsely populated, which means fewer potential witnesses would ever see him. And if they did, because of how far he was from home, they probably wouldn't recognize him and could only include a vague physical description of him in their list of all the strangers they saw in the area that day.

- Because he'd just kill someone and leave the body there in the woods, it would often be several days before the corpse was found—depending on how long, it might be difficult to identify how long it'd been dead. (Especially if the victim had been camping out there several days so family members couldn't just say "yeah he went hunting on Tuesday and didn't come back," a camping trip means a window of several days the murder could occur.) Oftentimes he'd be back home several days before the murder was discovered and reported, making it even harder to track down who'd been in the area at the time.

- Alastor was killing complete strangers—people he'd never met before, didn't know the names of, didn't even know what towns they were from—which would make it impossible for anyone to find the killer by cross-referencing the victims' acquaintances.

- From early on he started prioritizing coming up with alibis that would put him away from the scene of the crime; because people would rightly become suspicious if they realized that every time he talked about going on a hunting trip and gee wiz he didn't get any game how sad, there was a mention in the papers of another hunter being shot. (Although originally, he started making up cover stories not to hide his crimes but to comfort his mother. "Yes Ma, I know you're worried about all the hunters getting shot lately. No Ma, I'm not going on a hunting trip this weekend, I'm uhhh going to visit Pa's family.")

Initially his cover stories were as simple as just "don't tell people I'm going hunting this weekend." Sometimes he'd make up a story about what he did yesterday in town so that when another kill hit the papers nobody would even think to wonder whether Alastor had been there at the time.

As he got deeper into his murder hobby, sometimes he'd prerecord a radio show and wheedle someone at the studio into playing it for him at his usual hour—which, in the early days of broadcasting, was actually illegal. Radio stations were under an obligation to primarily broadcast live content—otherwise, the radio station wasn't providing a service you couldn't get from a phonograph —with only a few exceptions like playing a rerun of a special broadcast a few days later for people who missed it the first time. As a daily radio host, Alastor's programming would be the sort least likely to be permitted one of those exceptions. Which meant he was gonna get the station in a bit of trouble if anyone outside the couple of sympathetic producers who let him do this found out that he was occasionally broadcasting prerecorded segments; but it also meant that nobody would ever imagine that the guy on the air at 9 am was halfway across the state at 10 am when another hunter was shot.

All these cover stories woulda fallen apart pretty quickly if somebody ever looked into them—but since he never made it onto anybody's list of suspects, nobody ever came around the station to ask where was Alastor on the morning of Monday the 14th, was he really here broadcasting?

- I also headcanon that Alastor started making deals with demons long before he died—I mean, it's not like he arrived in Hell instantly knowing how to make predatory soul bargains without prior practice, right?—so he was probably using them to help cover his trail. Things like "help me not get caught for this murder, and in exchange the murder victim's soul is yours."

So! That's how he killed, and how he avoided being identified as a suspect.

It probably woulda happened eventually. He'd gradually started killing more often, partially because he increasingly craved that violent fix (particularly because he never quite perfected it to his satisfaction, it never quite fully scratched his itch), and partially because he had more demons to pay off with blood; and authorities and hunters in Louisiana were getting wise to the threat in their midst, trying to increase monitoring of people moving in and out of hunting sites, and watching each other more warily if they crossed paths in the woods, thus increasing his chances of witnesses or even of being caught in the act.

But he got shot.

While Alastor was stalking one of his soon-to-be victims, the almost-victim spotted Alastor, mistook him for a deer, and set his dog on him. (Or maybe he shot first and then the dog went charging in, haven't decided yet.) When he realized that this wasn't a deer but An Actual Human Person And Fellow Hunter who was now mangled and bleeding to death, he panicked, his brain went "DESTROY THE WITNESS," and he shot Alastor point blank, and then he panicked again. He was caught trying to hide the body.

There were a few farfetched suspects investigated as potentially being the serial killer based on circumstantial evidence, but to this day the one person repeatedly identified as the most probable suspect is, ironically, the man who killed the real serial killer—because after he was arrested, the killings stopped. He was found not guilty for bullshit reasons (it was a fraught case) but even when the killings didn't resume, the believers think it's because he got spooked after nearly being convicted and decided to stop murdering.

Which also means, in a lot of cold case documentaries/books about the serial killer, Alastor himself is identified as the serial killer's probable last victim—which he finds hysterical.

[petitprincess1]

My Roommate’s a Demonic Deer Ch1 (Day 1)

AO3 Link Summary: Don’t you hate it when you accidentally summon a demon to fix a problem within your home, only to find out that they don’t do that, so now you’re stuck with a cannibalistic demon that constantly tracks blood onto the floor, brings other unholy beings into your apartment, and makes amazing jambalaya? It’s amazing insanity! (Radiodust) Words: 1,407 No, I am not abandoning Good Evening. This was just yet another chat post that I made that I just had to make into a fic. However, this will be more like oneshots and it doesn’t, exactly, have a story/finish. It’ll end when I run out of ideas and I have quite a bit of fun ones. ~~~ The moon rose shining light into an apartment’s windows as the person within drew a circle around a star. Lit candles made the atmosphere even more eerie as the man left to grab a small steak knife from within his kitchen. He looked at the book that he carried around and gave a small chuckle, grabbing a wine glass from nearby, “This is the dumbest shit that I’ve ever done and I ain’t even drunk or high for this mess, but whatever.”

He grabbed a knife from a drawer and held his hand over the wine glass. The man groaned as he brought the sharp point of the knife close to his skin, biting his lip in readiness. He hissed through his teeth as the jagged blade stuck into his skin and he felt the warmth of his blood run down his palm, dripping into the wine glass. He moved the knife away, almost practically tossing it as he squeezed his throbbing, burning wound to allow more blood to go into the glass.

After a few more seconds, he moved his hand away and quickly grabbed a paper towel to wrap up his cut, cursing underneath his breath at the burning pain. The man wished that he had a first aid kit or even just a band aid nearby. He was too used to getting his bruises or marks cleaned up at the studio or by his friends. 

After placing so many paper towels on his hand that he’s on the tree’s FBI Most Wanted list, he brought the wine glass filled with a swallow of blood into the center of the pentagram. He mumbled to himself, “What you’re doin’ is really fuckin’ stupid, Anthony, but it seemed like a funny idea, so fuck it.”

The man, Anthony, took the book from the kitchen counter and walked back over to the pentagram, making sure that he had marked everything accordingly to what he saw in the picture. He gave a small shrug as he sat down in front of the pentagram, looked over the odd language in the book, and read the words aloud. ….And nothing happened.

Anthony looked around for the slightest of changes. You know, the usual schtick: Burnt out candles, open windows, random wind, or blood dripping down walls. Anything like that. He tried reading the words again and…again…not even the smallest of change. He sighed as he tossed the book over his shoulder, muttering in dissatisfaction, “I bet if I was high or trippin’ on acid I would see some crazy shit. Welp, the landlord’s gonna be pissed!”

The man brushed back his poofy hair with his non-wounded hand and turned to go to bed. However, the moment he took a step he heard someone clear their throat. Anthony quickly whipped around to see a brownish-greyed skinned man wearing the most amount of red that he had ever seen on a person, while also having red hair that seemed to be shaped like ears…somehow. The man spoke, sounding as if he was speaking through some shitty receiver, “My apologies for the lack of fanfare and overall spooks, I had just finished making dinner before getting so rudely interrupted! Didn’t wish to cause any damage to the roast, so I decided to drop in. Although, the look of surprise never gets old~”

Anthony noticed the golden sharp teeth of the man and wondered how he was able to speak without biting off his tongue. Not only that, but he wondered if he secretly did take some ecstasy or slammed down a bottle of cough syrup. He looked around and asked, “Um, are ya-”

“The demon that you called? Well, I’m certainly not the mailman,” The demon chuckled. He watched the, unbelievably tall, man stand up and walk up to the wine glass, picking it up and swirling the thick liquid within as if it were actually wine. Anthony wasn’t sure what he expected the demon to do with the blood, but still seeing him drink it down caused the human to shiver. He started, “Uh, I’m-”

“Anthony Dust, 28, bit of a drug and alcohol addiction, sex worker, and you may want to watch some of those freckles on that easily tearable skin of yours. I am Alastor,” the demon spoke as he gave a polite bow. Anthony blinked at him in shock and questioned, “Uh, how do you-”

“Your blood tells me all that I need to know about you. Although, I will say that it wasn’t much, most people would give a whole pint to me.”

“Are ya evah gonna let me fin-”

Al interrupted with a grin, “Probably not! Now,” he summoned a microphone cane, spinning it around between his fingers, and finished, “what have you summoned me for~?”

The demon’s eyes glowed a slight crimson as his grin grew in excitement of what the mortal may bring or tell him. Anthony stared up at the tall demon and then made a noise at remembering what he called him for. He quickly ran into his bedroom, disappeared for a few seconds, and then came running out with a sparking, smoking radio. He placed it on a table nearby and slightly moved away from the radio, staring up at a confused Alastor, who was still smiling. The demon blinked and started, “Uh…what i-”

Anthony explained, “You’re the radio demon, right? So, like, can ya fix my radio? I don’t really got the money to buy a new one or get it fixed or…I don’t know, throw it inna river and risk pollutin’ it.”

Alastor blinked at him more and said, “Uh…no, I- no. No, I don’t…I’m not called  that because I fixed radios, you moron!”

The mortal stared at him with his mouth agape and shouted, “What the hell! Why are ya called “The Radio Demon” then!? I ain’t got anythin’ else that needs fixin’! What am I supposed ta do with this thing!?”

Anthony gestured to the now flaming radio behind him, not even noticing that it was on fire. Alastor’s eyes widened, as well as his smile, and he got out from the makeshift pentagram, going over to the radio. He snapped his fingers and a bucket of water appeared over it, splashing the radio’s flames. The human got shocked at seeing him leave the pentagram and questioned, “How the fuck didja get outta there!?”

Alastor swiftly turned to him and snapped, “Because that’s not even a proper pentagram, most would use their own blood or even something mixed with holy water! What was that? Some chalk and whatever else you used!? I’m surprised it even worked!”

The fluffy haired man scoffed as he muttered, “Merda ingrata. Non c'è bisogno di essere così fottutamente maleducato. Yes, I used chalk and tape. I’m sorry that I didn’t fucking go to my local pharmacy ta get some goddamn holy wa-”

He trailed off at seeing the demon’s eyes turn into radio dials as he practically towered over him, making Anthony shrink underneath his gaze and stop talking. Alastor took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. He growled, “Could you just make a deal with me so I can leave this sheer stupidity?”

Anthony rubbed the back of his neck as he looked around and saw a few dishes that were peeking out of the sink. He suggested, “Uh, you can clean some dishes.”

Al’s eye twitched as he snarled, “Are you serious? Is that it? No one you want killed? Nothin-”

A hard knock came on a wall nearby as a voice barked, “Hey, shut the fuck up, damn faggot!”

The demon’s eyes glowed as he snapped his fingers in that direction. A few seconds of silence came before the blood-curdling screams came from the neighbor, including visceral cracking sounds and what sounded like begging. The shrieking became more gurgled after a while before it finally became silent. 

Alastor’s eyes turned back to normal and he seemed to get small dark circles underneath his eyelids. He looked down at Anthony,who stared up at him with eyes as wide as dinner plates, with a tired grin and sighed, “I’m going to go eat your neighbor. We will talk about this more.”

He then suddenly disappeared and Antony was quick to lock the door, trying to pretend this didn’t just happen and ignore the terrifying growling and nauseating wet tearing sounds happening next door.

[charliesradiodemon]

Charlastor Week 2020 Day 4: Jealous/Possessive

34. To Pretend (TUMBLR ATE THE ASK FOR THIS REQUEST IM SO SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS ONE)

(I’m cheating again, but it shouldn’t be so much of a surprise anymore lol (im doing it a couple more times this week just fyi) Please enjoy this double whammy! I think both prompts fit together very well!)

To Pretend 

It was happening again.

Another meeting with another duke’s son. Her mother and father had been setting up more and more meetings with suitors and frankly, Charlie wondered how this one got through her father’s personal screening.

The fish demon was the eldest son of yet another “respected duke of Hell” and thus a potential suitor for Charlie. She couldn’t remember his name, but he was the rudest, most entitled asswipe Charlie had ever met. Besides her ex boyfriend Harold of course.

He showed up at the hotel out of the blue to introduce himself before their scheduled date. Now they sat in the hotel’s lobby, engaged in a one-sided conversation that ebbed away at Charlie’s sanity. She’d tuned him out long ago and had no clue what he was talking about at this point. She didn’t even bother to respond anymore either. Not that politeness would matter, he was far too focused on himself to notice Charlie’s boredom. 

She wished she could just get up and leave. It would have been easy considering how little the man payed attention to her. But even if she did, he would eventually notice and the fish demon was certain to either hunt her down in the hotel or complain to her father, who would certainly not appreciate her decision. No, she needed a good reason and fast if she was going to preserve her sanity. 

In that moment she heard the front door open. She perked up and smiled hopefully. ‘This is my chance!’ 

She glanced at the suitor and found he was still so engrossed in his story that he wasn’t paying attention to Charlie in the slightest. ‘Perfect!’

To Charlie’s surprise, it was Alastor who’d just come in. He was probably here for his usual visit to check in on the hotel. That, or he was just bored and wanted to chat with her as he did on occasion.

Once he walked into the room, Alastor turned his attention to the noisy individual in the lobby. And to his surprise Charlie was there with him. She was the reason for his visit today and he didn’t appreciate the annoying demon next to her taking up her time. When he looked to his business partner, he found a desperate, miserable, pleading look on her face. 

Just from his observations, Alastor quickly pieced the situation together. The unfortunate demon princess was probably stuck with the obnoxious fool beside her. And judging by his clothing, he seemed to be a rich demon- probably a nobleman of sorts. If that was the case, he was definitely one of Charlie’s suitors. ‘Ah. There’s a pest in the lobby, bothering my dearest Charlie. That won’t do.’

The fish demon was still ranting, causing Alastor’s blood to boil. The nobleman had the audacity to treat Charlie this way. The neglect and disrespect of someone such as her was plain criminal, fit for punishment. Though he had many ways to dispose of the pest, Alastor’s focus was on Charlie. Thinking about her, Alastor instantly came up with the perfect solution. He needed to take advantage of this; for this situation, as irritable as it was, was perfect for him to further his plans.

He’d heard of the mad dash for the princess’ hand a week ago. Knowing Charlie, she wouldn’t stand for it and wouldn’t accept anyone that would come her way. And Alastor was right. She’d blown through several suitors in such a short amount of time. Thanks to that, Alastor hadn’t needed to do anything and he could take his time strategizing. Rushing into it wouldn’t be to his advantage. Though he was an overlord, he was still a mortal soul, therefore giving him a slim chance at becoming an official suitor.

However this seemed to be a golden opportunity. It was time for him to make his move and he needed to move fast. He would insert himself into this race. It was just too bad there weren’t more people watching. Though if he made a good show of this, the fish aristocrat would certainly cause a fuss with his family, and then Lucifer himself. Yes, this would be perfect. Passing up this opportunity could be detrimental and he may lose his chance.

He shadow-stepped to her side in an instant and bent over to listen to her pleas. Had he not been so annoyed he would have found her expression adorable and would have continued to watch from afar. But not this time. Right now she needed an out and the radio demon was more than happy to oblige. “What seems to be the matter dearest? You look absolutely miserable!” He asked with an amused yet attentive expression.

Sighing with relief, Charlie leaned in closer and whispered through gritted teeth. “Please get me out of here.” When Alastor looked down at her pleading face he couldn’t help but smile fondly back. Her expression truly was adorable to say the least, but her smile was what got him. When he nodded in agreement, his heart nearly stopped when he watched as her face lit up with gratitude. With that gorgeous smile he knew and loved, he knew exactly what he had to do. No, what he desperately wanted to do.

Charlie glanced behind her and found that the pompous fish was still going on about something, until he finally looked at her and then to Alastor beside her. He scowled and finally shut up, glaring sourly at the pair. Charlie quickly stood, praying Alastor had a plan. Preferably a plan that didn’t involve flaying and frying the annoying man, as much as she wanted to.

The slimy nobleman stood, puffing out his chest and sauntered up to the pair all while glaring at Alastor. “Hey princess, who-“

Before he could finish, Alastor turned to Charlie and tilted her face up to him. “My love, I’m home,” he said down at her before crashing his lips onto her’s. Charlie’s dark, wide eyes stared up to Alastor’s closed lids. It wasn’t the most romantic of situations for a first kiss, but it didn’t matter to Alastor. He just savored the moment he could have with her. Just a moment was enough to sate his craving. For now. 

As soon as the unfazed man pulled away, he pulled the dazed princess to his chest and stared down the frozen fish stick. “I apologize my good man, do you mind if I cut in? I’m sure you won’t, seeing how your incessant yammering is upsetting the love of my life.” As he spoke, his voice distorted just enough to spook the nobleman. The air around them crackled menacingly and Charlie didn’t realize, but she pressed her head against’s Alastor’s chest on her own whim.

With a yelp, the young demon turned tail and sprinted as fast as he could in the direction of the door.

“Hmm, a wise choice. No wonder your father chose him,” Alastor turned his face downward to view Charlie’s bright red face. He chuckled quietly at her flustered expression. “Charlie?”

When Charlie realized their position, she shot her face off his chest and slipped out of his grasp. Alastor tightened his fist and brought the arm that held her behind his back, cursing his blabbering mouth. If he’d just kept it shut, she may have still been in his grasp.

The red-faced princess balled her fists at her sides and glared up at him. “Al!”

Alastor chuckled again, fully amused by her adorable reaction. “Oh, was that not what you wanted? Your little problem scampered off though!” his sing-song voice matched his full grin. 

Charlie threw her hands up and waved them around wildly in the air once her cheeks stopped burning. “When I said ‘get me out of here’, I meant whoosh us out of here with your voodoo thing!” She thrust her arms down, trying to seem more irritated than flustered.

Alastor chuckled and leaned closer toward the raging princess. His mischievous grin and close proximity made Charlie blush through her frustrated frown.

He bent until he was eye level with her. He took her chin in his hand, and chuckled in amusement. “Really? Because I thought you had just invited me to join the race for your heart, dearest Charlie.”

[spider-provider]

Hella spooked alastor?

i wonder what’s got him so freaked out?

[overloggingon]

RadioDust Wendigo/Human AU

RP logs, whoo.

Very long and yet still very unfinished and unlikely to be any time soon. Or ever. Mostly dialogue. It’s, uh. Yeah. If anyone wants to take it and run, please do actually??? I just wanna see it, lol.

Alastor: God okay. So I knew Alastor was a wendigo but like. It just hit me. He's a wendigo. He's not a deer at all. He starves because that's just what he is now. That's how wendigos work.

Angel: Oh yeah XD they become wendigos after eating human flesh too.

Alastor: Mm-hmm. His true form has to be huge, gosh. And so scary looking.

Angel: Yeah XD oh gosh. It makes me want a thing where they're all still alive but Alastor is a wendigo.

Alastor: Oh man. Until Dawn AU? XD

Angel: Pff something like that XD Maybe except Alastor can look more human when he wants. And then you have Angel having to leave the city cause of his family.

Alastor: Oh gosh. Regrowing those antlers must be hell every time. XD Angel hitchhiking his way down south though? Hearing local stories about the monster out in the bayou?

Angel: M'hmm XD Just stories though. He'll be fine. Maybe Al's still a radio host?

Alastor: Probably is, yeah. Has to keep up appearances. Has to keep some kind of income.

Angel: Angel might see him and just. Instant flushing.

Alastor: Where would Angel first meet wendigo Alastor, you think? Just around? At the bar or in town?

Angel: Maybe bump into each other when Al's heading home? Or heading in super early to the radio station? Angel's got a map in his hand and grumbling.

Alastor: Early or late? XD If he's working he won't be able to hang around. But if he's just getting off work and on the way home, he can stick around a little while.

Angel: Late may work then XD Angel is a little lost after getting off the train. Might see Alastor walking and call out to him. "Oh, hey, hey! Com'ere a second!"

Alastor: "Oh? Can I do something for you, my fine fellow?" He stops, turning to face him. "Is there something you need?"

Angel: Angel pauses, taking in the other and feeling his mouth go dry. "U-um.. I.. The train. Came in late. I was ah, wondering if you could maybe point me toward a hotel?"

Alastor: "Oh, certainly! There's one on the way to my home if you'd like to follow along?"

Angel: "Oh, thanks!" Angel perks up, smile blooming back on his face as he falls in line with him. "That'd be real helpful. I'm not the best with directions."

Alastor: "Of course." He smiles wider, wondering idly if this is someone who would be missed. "New in town?"

Angel: "Yeah, just got in from New York." He reshoulders his bag, dragging the other after him. "Long damn ride, lemme tell ya. Thought I might die o' boredom."

Alastor: "Oh? That's quite a ways from here. Visiting family?"

Angel: "Gettin' away from family, actually. Fresh start an' all, ya know?"

Alastor: "Oh, yes, I understand the feeling. Does that mean you're here all alone? How lonely!" How perfect.

Angel: "More nice 'n anything. Can relax and do what I want. Well, once I find some work."

Alastor: "Finding work shouldn't be too hard. There've been a lot of deaths recently. Plenty of people needing replacement workers."

Angel: "Oh, right. I heard about the spooky, spook goin' on here. Sounds more like someone tryin'a cover their tracks ta me."

Alastor: "Don't believe in voodoo? There's quite a bit of it around here. You may run into something if you're not careful."

Angel: "No, I'm sure there's some wackos around doin' shit, but I heard it was some kinna monster."

Alastor: "Some have claimed to've spotted it out on the bayou. In the dark."

Angel: "Oh, the dark. The perfect place to see a monster runnin' round and know exactly what it is." He snorts, looking off towards a dark alley. "I mean. You haven't seen it, right?"

Alastor: "No, I can't say that I have." He laughs as if sharing a secret joke. "But I have seen the aftermath."

Angel: "The aftermath?" He side-eyes him. "You a cop or somethin'?"

Alastor: "Oh, not at all! But you could consider me a reporter of sorts. I do the news reports on the radio."

Angel: "A reporter on the radio? So ya just give the news then."

Alastor: "Not solely. I have other sorts of shows as well."

Angel: "What station you on? I might give it a listen if I find myself a radio to use."

Alastor: "Why, only the best in town, of course!" He laughs, telling him the call number.)

Angel: "Hey, since you're in on the know-how round here. You know anywhere I can get some work? Don' mind gettin' my hands dirty, so it don' gotta be nothin' fancy."

Alastor: "Well, it would all depend on what skills you have, dear."

Angel: "..dear?" He blinks and looks over at him with a cocked brow.

Alastor: "Mm? Do you take issue with my terms of address?"

Angel: "No, guess it's fine." He waves him off, turning to hide the slight flush his cheeks have taken.

Alastor: "Well, then! Your skills, if you would?"

Angel: "Ah, I'm read. Literate, whatever. Can speak Italian and know a little bit'a French. Money countin's no issue." He lists off, keeping the cooking part and the killing part to himself.

Alastor: "Let's see now... There's a shop down the way from the station that needs a new cashier?"

Angel: "A cashier is fine an' all but.. There any bars hiring?"

Alastor: "Oh? Have an interest in bartending, do we? Do you know how to mix drinks?"

Angel: "I know what I like in /my/ drinks. I can learn pretty easy, I think."

Alastor: "Perhaps. I believe the Café du Monde would be a better starting position than a bar, but if you like, I'm sure there's one looking for a bartender somewhere."

Angel: "A restaurant? Yeah.. maybe." He tilts his head at the sound of girls giggling, looking down a street to see a brothel open and bright.

Alastor: "Ah... An interest in the girls, hm? They're only after your money."

Angel: "Oh, I know that. They gotta make a livin' after all."

Alastor: "Mm. Money is important, unfortunately."

Angel: "Wonder how much they make a night."

Alastor: "Thinking of joining their ranks? I don't believe they've a section for males."

Angel: Angel laughs, shaking his head. "I've seen how they get treated. No, thank you to that. Besides, I'd get run outta town when everyone's wives and husbands came to see me." He looks over at him, winking.

Alastor: "An unfortunately true statement." He laughs, a hand held up to his mouth. "Can't have that, can we?"

Angel: "Exactly. So maybe somethin' else."

Alastor: "Cashier? Waiter? They make good tips. At the café especially. Their coffee is to die for."

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Angel: I actually love the idea of Alastor targeting Angel and not knowing Angel is a mob boss's son and always carries guns on him. So like. Al going in for the kill and Angel blows his brains out only for them to meet later during the day cause Al can't die that easy. XD

Alastor: Fffff. He tries and fails for the first time and Angel catches his interest. He'd scare the crap out of him the next time, gosh.

Angel: Sees him on the street, points at him, and screams XD

Alastor: "Something wrong, dear? You look like you've seen a ghost." XD How long are they going to know each other before Alastor tricks him into going out of town with him? XD

Angel: Not too long. Can't let Angel get too many ties. Alastor could offer him a job XD A fake one just to get him out somewhere.

Alastor: Oh gosh. Just straight up lie to him? He has standards though. XD

Angel: Maybe he does need help with something? XD I dunno.

Alastor: Or just tells him there's something he'd like to show him. That's not a lie. XD

Angel: Take him hunting XD

Alastor: While Angel wonders why he doesn't have a gun. XD

Angel: Maybe he has one at the cabin. It is suspicious though. Of course he doesn't tell him he has his guns all ready and loaded. Maybe he brings him out there to look for the 'monster' XD

Alastor: It is technically the truth, after all. XD Going to see if they can find it.

Angel: Angel is a little too charmed to be seeing how sketch this is.

Alastor: Alastor'll get him out there and make some stupid joke about having him for dinner.

Angel: Which flusters poor Angel who's just feeling free enough to maybe try with a handsome guy who seems interested in him.

Alastor: And he is interested. Just not in the way he's hoping. Not yet.

Angel: Angel will start to get worried. Something.. doesn't feel right. But he's ignoring it, because he does like him. And he can take care of himself.

Alastor: Until he can't ignore it anymore. Until Alastor doesn't look like himself anymore.

Angel: It'll probably be in Alastor's little hunting cabin. When he starts changing, when it starts making Angel panic.

Alastor: When he starts losing himself and letting the wendigo take control. Loses all signs of humanity and tries to eat him whole.

Angel: Scaring Angel who just. Pulls out a Colt and shoots him dead in the face without hesitation. Alastor probably hasn't been killed in awhile, so it keeps him down long enough. Angel, of course, loots the place because /fuck you very much/ and leaves. Or would he leave if it's night, and he just saw that? Might just roll Alastor's body in a blanket and put him in the game fridge and lock himself in to sleep all cozy in Al's bed.

Alastor: And be left alone with the body? Would he be alright with that? They would've taken Alastor's car there. He could steal the keys and go back to town. Give himself even more time before Alastor wakes back up and can get back.

Angel: Oh, if there's a car, he's definitely out. Grabbing the keys, getting his tommy-gun out and putting it in the seat next to him as he peels out.

Alastor: It'll be a while before Alastor's in working condition again. It'll take hours to get back to town. He'll be in trouble with his job for not showing up, but he is the best, so he'll be let off with a warning.

Angel: Meanwhile, Angel's ditched the car with the keys in it for some poor smuck to take. He's still freaked out, but at least the monster is dead, right? He's a little disheartened, too. He thought Al liked him, but he just wanted to eat him. Literally. He wishes he knew where the guy lived, so he could at least take his savings or something to spend on his own living.

Alastor: Alastor will find his car eventually. He won't stalk Angel, but when he does see him next? "Well, hello there! Long time no see, dear. How've you been?

Angel: Cue Angel pointing and shouting "You!" If it's daylight with people out, he can't just pull his gun.

Alastor: "Hello~!" He waves, smiling and enjoying his panic. "Are you alright? You're making quite the scene!"

Angel: "I.. I.. you.." He stutters, backing up. His hand goes towards his armpit, feeling to make sure his gun is still strapped there.

Alastor: "Me!" He laughs, rocking back on his heels. "You really surprised me back there, darling! I wasn't expecting it at all!"

Angel: "A..aha.. yeah. I can say the same." He swallows, taking another step back and freezing when he realizes he's moving back into an alley.

Alastor: "Oh yes, I can imagine so! It's not often that I'm surprised, but I think in this case, I rather enjoyed it. Tell me, do you always carry such weapons on hand?"

Angel: "Come any closer, and you can find out exactly what I carry with me first-hand."

Alastor: "Now now, let's not get hasty here! It wouldn't be good to cause a scene. There are police about, dear."

Angel: "What do ya want?" He narrows his eyes, the smile he thought handsome before now just a little unnerving.

Alastor: "Nothing, my dear! I just want to speak with you! You're interesting."

Angel: "Interesting because I shot you in the face?"

Alastor: "Precisely! No one's ever fought back before. Not like that."

Angel: "If you wanted your meals to fight back, you should probably try not flirting with them beforehand."

Alastor: "Flirting? Oh my, is that what you thought I was doing?"

Angel: "Charming, being smarmy, whatever you want to call it." He looks away, flustered and trying to fight it.

Alastor: "Charm has its merits, dear. You'd never have agreed to come with me if I hadn't talked you into it."

Angel: "I was a dumb ass for going out there with ya anyway." He glares over at him, looking for any signs of the monster he saw before.

Alastor: "Now now, don't be so hard on yourself. You're hardly the first person who's fallen for it. Just the first to actually escape with their life."

Angel: "Bastard." He spits, twitching to go for his gun. "What'd I do to you? I just got here."

Alastor: "Nothing at all. You were just alone. Without anyone here who would miss you. It wasn't anything personal, dear.  I just need to eat."

Angel: "So you go for any poor smuck? Why not do everyone else a favor and go for criminals or somethin', at least?"

Alastor: "Oh, I certainly do! But the problem with that is finding them in the first place. And then getting them out to the cabin. And making sure no one notices that they're gone."

Angel: "And what's wrong, exactly, with a nice steak? Meat's meat, right?"

Alastor: "Oh, not at all, actually. The only thing that makes any kind of difference is human flesh."

Angel: "You're.. psychotic. Crazy." He takes another step back.

Alastor: "Possibly!" He laughs, hands behind his back. "But I've decided not to kill you. If that helps soothe your nerves any."

Angel: "Decided?" He laughs, hand in his jacket now. "Sweetheart, you couldn't kill me when you had me by surprise. What makes you think you'd have been able to now?"

Alastor: "Ah, but you see, now I know that you have weapons, I know to be prepared. That makes quite a difference."

Angel: "You don't know what kind of weapons I'm packing, smiles."

Alastor: "Guns, I'd presume. You won't take me by surprise again."

Angel: "And you're not getting me alone again."

Alastor: "Are we not alone right now, dear?"

Angel: He bites at his lip, glancing at the busy street behind Alastor.

Alastor: "Oh, do relax! As I've said, I'm going to let you live. As a prize for earning your freedom."

Angel: "How do I know you're not jus' tryin' to get me to let my guard down?"

Alastor: "Now why would I go and do a thing like that? A waste of time completely."

Angel: "To get rid o' yer loose end?"

Alastor: "You think anyone will believe it? It's meaningless superstition."

Angel: "Someone might pay attention to me pointin' the blame in your direction."

Alastor: "Why would they do that? I'm well-known around here."

Angel: "And I'm new.."

Alastor: "Quite so, dear. Do you really care if I get caught? You won't be on my target list anymore."

Angel: " ..it's not really any o' my business, I guess. And I did shoot ya in the face for lying to me."

Alastor: "You did. That was quite painful, I'll have you know!"

Angel: "As painful as getting eaten alive?"

Alastor: "Oh, my dear. I wouldn't have eaten you alive. I do have some morals, after all."

Angel: "..you were going for my throat then?"

Alastor: "A quick snap of the neck and all life functions cease. Now, if you'd been someone I was angry with, well. That would've been entirely different. But lucky for you, that wasn't the case at all!"

Angel: "Yeah, I was just some smuck you were leading by the nose."

Alastor: "One I was already having second thoughts about. Our conversations were always so delightful."

Angel: "Delightful.. Are you trying to trick me again?"

Alastor: "Oh, not at all! I was going to see if you'd like to go get some coffee, actually."

Angel: He frowns, brows all furrowed. "You think I will?"

Alastor: "I'd hoped so, yes. My treat?"

Angel: "...Public place?"

Alastor: "Yes. Very public. The French Quarter is always highly populated this time of day."

Angel: "..fine. But only because I got some questions for ya."

Alastor: Certainly! I don't mind answering."

Angel: Angel steps forward, seeing if he'll give him room to come out.

Alastor: He steps to the side, arms folded primly behind his back.

Angel: Angel watches him as he passes, relaxing just a little once he's out on the sidewalk and looking back at Al.

Alastor: "Do you know the way to the French Quarter yet or shall I lead, dear?" He smiles, unperturbed.

Angel: "Lead away." He gestures him forward.)

Alastor: "Very well, then!" He nods, stepping forward to lead the way.)

Angel: Angel falls in line with him, hands stuffed deep into his pockets. "So.. What are you?"

Alastor: "Straight to the point, hm? A wendigo. It's been a bit of an issue as of late."

Angel: "A.. wendigo. What the hell is that?"

Alastor: "A Native American 'myth'. A spirit that possesses people who consume human flesh. And makes them hunger. Forever."

Angel: "So.. a fuck you for doing the taboo?"

Alastor: "More or less! No matter the reason you ate of human flesh, you are punished."

Angel: "What'd you do it for?"

Alastor: "Now, that hardly matters, does it? It doesn't change what I am."

Angel: "Matters a little. Would matter more if you weren't just killing randos."

Alastor: "Not really! And 'randos'? Not at all! I have to be careful here, you realise! People do eventually care when someone goes missing."

Angel: "So you go for the saps that won't be missed."

Alastor: "Or in the rare case, someone that's made me very, very angry."

Angel: Angel bites his lip, wondering what could make a guy who enjoyed getting shot angry.

Alastor: "But never mind that! You needn't be so concerned. Tell me, have you had a beignet yet?"

Angel: "A.. what?"

Alastor: "That would be a no then." He laughs, ushering him into the café and flagging down a waiter. "Table for two, please! I don't really care for sweets, but you'll like it, I'm sure."

Angel: "I look like a sweets kinna guy to you?" He asks, a little amused and weirded out at the normalness he was trying to pull off here.

Alastor: "A bit!" He laughs, pulling out a chair at the table they're led to and gesturing for him to sit.

Angel: Angel stares for a moment before sitting himself down all proper in the seat.)

Alastor: "There we are, dear!" He pushes the chair in and takes his own seat. "A round of coffee and an order of beignets, if you would, my good man!"

Angel: Angel snorts, cheek resting on his palm. "Just as chipper as ever?"

Alastor: "I've no reason to be anything but, have I?" He grins, folding his hands atop the table.)

Angel: "Kinda creepy." He looks him over, thinking he was still pretty attractive. Unfairly so.)

Alastor: "Is it? Why shouldn't I be glad to see my newest comrade, hm?"

Angel: "See, I'd be happier to be your friend before."

Alastor: "Yes, I'd imagine so. But that's fine, isn't it? We can start over!"

Angel: "Fine, guess I got nothing to lose. Especially if yer feedin' me."

Alastor: "I certainly don't mind. Money doesn't get spent on my own dining, after all."

Angel: "I guess it wouldn't.. What about living? You've got that cabin and I guess somewhere in town?"

Alastor: "I do! What about you, my dear? Have you found a permanent place of residence yet?"

Angel: "Not yet. Been stayin' at that hotel you told me about the first night. Not that many people willin' to take in a single man from outta town."

Alastor: "Yes,  I though not. I've a spare room, if you'd like to stay with me. You'd have to pay rent, of course, but it wouldn't be much."

Angel: "Would you stay with me if our positions were reversed?"

Alastor: "Perhaps! I'd certainly be curious enough to give it a go. And it's better than a hotel. Cheaper too."

Angel: "..I'll think about it." He decides, not outright turning him down.

Alastor: "Of course. No rush, my dear. There's plenty of time to think."

Angel: "Hey, y'know. You could probably head north, make a deal with a family up there and get rid of all the bodies they're dropping."

Alastor: "Oh? You say that so confidently. Your family, I presume?"

Angel: "Wouldn't give them that kinda help. Maybe one of tha others."

Alastor: "Hm. So you left for a reason then. Angry with them?"

Angel: "Tired of some of 'em."

Alastor: "Of course. Family can get tiring after a while."

Angel: "You got any?"

Alastor: "Not anymore!" He smiles wider, more than should be physically possible.

Angel: "C-cut that out!" He hisses, looking around them. "Someone's gonna see!"

Alastor: "Yes yes, stop panicking, dear." He laughs, perking as the waiter returns with their order. "Oh, lovely!"

Angel: "These.. are like doughnuts?" He looks down at them, surprised it actually is some kind of dessert.

Alastor: "In a sense, yes. Mind the powdered sugar, dear. It gets everywhere if you're not careful." He hums, blowing at his coffee.

Angel: Angel picks it up carefully, looking it over and likening it more to a Mexican sopapilla than a doughnut. When he takes a bite, powder dusts up onto his lips and cheek.

Alastor: Alastor laughs, shaking his head and passing him a napkin. "I did warn you, dear."

Angel: "Thanks." He licks it and the uses it to wipe at his face. It's a mess, and he doesn't really care.

Alastor: "Certainly. Beyond that, how's the taste?"

Angel: "Good. It's real good. You sure you don't want some?"

Alastor: "I'm sure. Too messy and too sweet for my tastes."

Angel: "It doesn't fill ya up either, does it?"

Alastor: "Not at all, no!"

Angel: "You sure you're not going to be tempted to eat me if I moved in with you?"

Alastor: "I'm fairly certain, yes. I do have some self control, after all."

Angel: "I'd be pretty stupid to, still."

Alastor:  "Perhaps! But you're considering it all the same, aren't you?"

Angel: "Kind of havin' a hard time findin' somewhere else to stay. Everyone's scared of the damn monster. Of you."

Alastor: "Yes, they would be. Another reason I'm offering. I'm nothing if not apologetic."

Angel: "..Maybe if you're good for this whole.. thing."

Alastor: "It's a date, darling. At least call it what it is."

Angel: "Is that what you intended it to be?"

Alastor: "Something to that effect. Are you against the idea?"

Angel: "Thought you said it wasn't flirtin'?"

Alastor: "At the time, it wasn't."

Angel: He frowns, licking at a sugary finger." Yer kiddin' me, right?"

Alastor: "Oh, not at all! I don't flirt with food, dear."

Angel: "Charmin'." He licks at his thumb before picking up another dessert. "And I flirt with mine all the time, isn't that right, lovely?" He coos before taking a big bite.

Alastor: Alastor laughs, genuinely amused. "Aren't you a character, my dear."

Angel: "That's the nicest way anyone's put it." He lifts a brow, lips lifting in a half-smile.

Alastor: "Really? A shame. It's rather darling."

Angel: Angel feels his face warm and drops his gaze down to his food. "Why are you flirtin' with me now?"

Alastor "Because you've very firmly been moved from the food column into the entertainment column, dear."

Angel: "Entertainment don't sound like a good enough column for me to be getting myself flustered over you again."

Alastor: "Well, you already turned down friend."

Angel: "..so your next step is lover?"

Alastor: "Oh, goodness, no. That's a step too far, dear. I don't do things of that nature."

Angel: "I don't understand what you're trying for then."

Alastor: "A beau, perhaps. But there's no need to go any further."

Angel: "So just someone you go around with? Flirt a lil'?"

Alastor: "Something to that point, I suppose, yes."

Angel: "An' if I don't wanna?"

Alastor: "Things continue as platonically as possible?"

Angel: He tilts his head, not sure how serious he is.)

Alastor: "No pressure, my dear."

Angel: "Hope you know how strange you are."

Dirk squeezes him, face burying against his brother.

Alastor: "Oh, certainly! It would be a bit difficult not to know." He laughs, sipping at his coffee.

Angel: "You said I was the first to fight back.. No one ever did before?"

Alastor: "Not successfully. No. None have managed to escape so easily."

Angel: "Well, that's just sad. Who ya going for? The drunk and weak?"

Alastor: "Aha. No, dear. Just the unmissable."

Angel:  "Gee, thanks. But I don't get why no one else could fight ya off."

Alastor: "Fear keeps people from doing a lot of things. And no one else had any weapons."

Angel: "Sucks ta be them."

Alastor: "Doesn't it just?" He laughs, amused.)

Angel: "How often do you have to eat anyway?"

Alastor: "As often as my patience wears out, I suppose. I can only handle starving for so long."

Angel: "I'm asking how long you usually go here."

Alastor: "I try to keep them few and far between. A month or so if I can manage."

Angel: "A month ain't bad.."

Alastor: "Only twelve people murdered a year, hm? I'd take them from the morgue, if I could."

Angel: "Why can't ya? Meat too old?"

Alastor: "No easy way to get it. Not without suspicion being cast on me."

Angel: "You gotta pay off the right people, sweetheart. Make 'em look the other way and not ask questions."

Alastor: "Mm. Radio doesn't pay as much as you'd expect, my dear."

Angel: "Then you find a way to make money on the side. Or bettah yet, you could get hired to get rid of people."

Alastor: "Oh? Make a deal with someone, you mean? I suppose I could. Though I don't quite like the idea of someone else knowing what I am."

Angel: "You don't tell 'em that. Just guarantee you'll get it done. Maybe even have a middle-man."

Alastor: "Oh? Are you offering, dear?"

Angel: "Pff, no. I just got away from all the crime boss shit.:

Alastor: "No? So your family was only partially the issue."

Angel: "I don't mind ganking smucks who deserve it. My pa was just doin' it to do it sometimes."

Alastor: "I see. A violent type. Without self-control. Always a disappointment."

Angel: "Didn't like that kids were gettin' involved either. You don't go for kids, right?"

Alastor: "Children? I don't much care for them, but I don't go out of my way to harm them. Too small."

Angel:  "Good. If you were eatin' babies, this whole thing woulda had to end here."

Alastor: "Certainly not. As I've said, I do have some morals."

Angel: "Congrats on that."

Alastor: "Your patronisation is noted, dear."

Angel: He flashes a smile, hands resting up behind his head.

Alastor: "But enough of all that! Have you made your decision?"

Angel: "Yeah, sure. Why not? Might as well live with the scariest thing in town."

Alastor: "Splendid!" He claps his hands together, pleased. "I will do my best to make certain you don't regret this decision."

Angel: "Sure hope not." Angel will move his stuff in, but he won't be there that night. He goes out, asks around and tracks down some natives to talk to.

Alastor: Looking for information on Wendigos then? He could've just asked Alastor. He would've answered honestly.

Angel: He's not that blindingly trusting. He'll get told about them. That they're likened to an evil spirit. He'll be given sage and other purifying grasses. He actually had a really fun time. Comes back smelling like fire smoke and various other things.

Alastor: Alastor won't like the smell. It's irritating. He doesn't know why. He'll send him to the bathroom to get clean.

Angel: Angel will grin all big and wink at him, doing what he says though. He's got beads in his hair from some of the kids he's got to get out though. Feathers.

Alastor: "Whatever that smell is, get it off of you immediately. Where have you even been, dear? I was expecting you much sooner."

Angel: "I said I'd move in, but I gotta have some know-how of wendigos before I go sleeping in your extra bed." He pulls another bead from his hair, setting it on the table. Come help me get these out.

Alastor: "...No. I can't stand to be anywhere near you. Not smelling like that."

Angel: "Then I'll be a minute. You can draw me a bath."

Alastor: "...Very well. But try to be quick. You're infesting the whole apartment."

Angel: "My bad, I'll keep it confined to my room from now on."

Alastor: "You'd certainly better!"

Angel: Well, at least he knows it works now.

Alastor: Alastor will go run the bath and wonder what on earth it is that smells so awful, that puts him so on edge. He's never come across it before.

Angel: Angel isn't telling. But he's keeping it in his room. He can sleep soundly now.

Alastor: Pfff. Angel'll still smell like it then. Alastor won't be able to get close. To touch the way he wants to. So mean.

Angel: It'll wear off somewhat when he's been out in the city all day. Especially if it's raining. Or maybe after he takes a bath and comes out to the living room to sit in the sofa.

Alastor: That'll be much better then. He can sit with him and they can talk. Or read together.

Angel: Angel likes reading in the strangest positions. Upside-down, slung over the couch, on the floor with his feet up on something. It's also so hot and muggy, he'd probably dying most of the time. Just. Stripped down to basically nothing and sweating.

Alastor: Angel, dear. He knows it's hot, but must you really strip down so much?

Angel: "I'm dying. I can feel myself melting down to nothing." He spreads out on the floor, facedown. "At this rate you'll get to eat me after I've been slow-cooked."

Alastor: "Oh, hush. You're hardly dying. You're overreacting, my dear."

Angel: "New York is so much better. This is Hell."

Alastor: "New York is much too crowded. And were this Hell, there would be much more hellfire and demons."

Angel: "I don't care. I bet Hell isn't as humid and sticky as it is here right now."

Alastor: "Well. You may be right on that count. The humidity makes it so much worse. Hell is bound to have less of it."

Angel: "Is there anything to do about it?"

Alastor: "The heat? Short of splurging for an air conditioner or taking a dive into the ocean, not especially."

Angel: "The ocean.. You wanna go swimming?"

Alastor: "The nearest beach is nearly an hour and a full state away, dear. Do you wish to travel that far?"

Angel: He whines, turning so he can look up at him, his cheek pressed to the floor. "No.. There's not a lake? A river?"

Alastor: "Not one without gators, cher. Unless you'd like to settle for a public pool, we're not swimming."

Angel: "Cher? Like sherry?"

Alastor: "Non, mon ange. Cher as in dear. Darling."

Angel: "Ah.. Oh. That.. yeah." Angel blinks, stomach having gone all funny. "You're calling me darling?"

Alastor: "I am. Is that a problem?"

Angel: "Guess not." He shrugs, laying on his arm for some comfort.

Alastor: "Well, then! Have you made your decision about the pool?"

Angel: "It'll be full of people, won't it?"

Alastor: "It will. Mostly children."

Angel: "..you wanna get in the bath?"

Alastor: "...Together?"

Angel: "We could maybe fit. If we try hard enough."

Alastor: "We could... But do you have a swimsuit?"

Angel: "Why would I? We can just go in our underwear."

Alastor: "Hmm. Fair enough! Alright, why not give it a go?"

Angel: "Really? Angel perks up, pushing against the floor."

Alastor: "Really! It is a bit hot. It could do us both some good."

Angel: "Then come on." He reaches for him, wanting to tug him along.

Alastor: "After you, dear." He hums, allowing himself to be pulled down the hall to the bathroom.

Angel: Angel starts up the water on cold, already stripped himself, so he turns to Al. "Need help?"

Alastor: "Aha. No, thank you. I can undress myself, dear."

Angel 5:40: "You sure? I can help you with your bowtie."

Alastor 5:45: "Positive, darling. I've been doing it on my own since I was but a lad, after all!" He laughs, starting with his tie himself.

Angel: Angel shrugs, sliding himself into the bath and shivering as the cool rushes over him.

Alastor: "Feeling better, dear?" He wonders, taking his time in getting undressed.

Angel: "Much." He leans back, gaze on Alastor and watching him undress.

Alastor: "...Can I help you, darling?" He pauses, a bit self conscious.

Angel: "Mm?" He lifts his gaze, realizing he was staring. "No?" He answers, feeling he would have flushed if he wasn't already so hot.

Alastor: "Then?" He waves him off, wanting him to stop staring.

Angel: "Was staring off into space. Sorry." He sinks down in the water, fully closing his eyes.

Alastor: "Mm." He hums, not quite buying it but letting it go. He removes the rest of his clothing, getting down to his underwear and joining Angel in the tub.

Angel: Angel makes some room, long legs going up over the side of the tub and dripping onto the floor. "Nice?"

Alastor: "Much better, yes. Though it would be even more so with some ice, I believe."

Angel: "Ice would be so damn nice." He sighs, relaxing back and letting his head tip over the back of the tub. It leaves his throat exposed, sweat from before still damp on it.

Alastor: "Righ'? 'S too damn hot." He mutters, scooping up a bit of water and pouring it over his head.

Angel: Angel blinks, lifting his head to look up at him. "Was.. that you?"

Alastor: "Who else would it be, cher? No one else here."

Angel: "Your accent.."

Alastor: "I was born 'n raised here. What else were y' expectin'?"

Angel: "Not.. not that." He bites at the inside of his lip, hand covering his mouth.

Alastor: "...Y're wantin' to laugh, ain'tcha?" He sighs, resigned to it.

Angel: "Laugh?" He actually does laugh at that, caught off-guard. "Oh no, not laugh."

Alastor: "...Then what? If no' laughter."

Angel: "..probably wouldn't be appropriate to say. Bein' men an' all."

Alastor: "Appropriate? Darling, we're in the bath together, I hardly thing 'appropriate' is something you need to be bothering with at the moment."

Angel: "True." Angel grins, gaze flicking over Al's body. "It's hot. Yer voice."

Alastor: "Oh? You're attracted to it?"

Angel: "Yeah, it's.. nice. Didn't think I had a thing for accents."

Alastor: "How many you heard b'fore, cher?"

Angel: "Aha.. quite.. quite a few, actually." His hand goes over his stomach, trying to soothe the feeling there.

Alastor: "Zat so? What's so different 'bout this-un?"

Angel: "It.. it just.." He flushes, curling up on himself a little. "I don't know! It's makin' me hot though, so you might wanna stop."

Alastor: "...Ah. Yes, alright. No need to cause problems."

Angel: "Thank you.."

Alastor: "You're very welcome, my dear."

Angel: He rubs at his stomach, ignoring the buzz to his nerves that was still there from the accent.

Alastor: "So? How've you been lately?"

Angel: "Still tryin'a find work. Kind of quit the restaurant after you tried ta kill me."

Alastor: "Oh? Unfortunate. Though I can understand why. Perhaps I can get you a job a the station?"

Angel: "Doin' what exactly?"

Alastor: "Janitorial services, perhaps? Unless you have any engineering skills."

Angel: "Engineering what?"

Alastor:  "Radio equipment, dear."

Angel: "Ah.. No. Can't help ya with that."

Alastor: "No, I didn't think so. Secretary, perhaps? Assistant?"

Angel: "Oh, I can be your secretary." He purrs, sliding his legs together all sultry-like.

Alastor: "No. Not like that."

Angel: "Aw, come on! It'd be fun. But seriously. I can do secretary work."

Alastor: "If that's true, then I can see about getting you a job at the station."

Angel: "Would I be your personal one?"

Alastor: "Not necessarily, no. Would you want to be?"

Angel: "Would be kind of fun."

Alastor: "Working together? I suppose."

Angel: "Don't hafta."

Alastor: "No. But it could be nice. Havin' a friend to work with."

Angel: "Wouldn't mind it either."

Alastor: "Then I shall see what I can do!"

Angel: "Thanks, would really appreciate it."

Alastor: "I can't make any promises, of course, but I will do my best."

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Angel: Also for Alastor and Angel living together in that Wendigo one, I love the idea of Alastor actually not being all that handy while Angel actually knows how to do stuff from helping family out when they move into the country or having to fix things cause it's way too expensive in the city I dunno XD Just. Al talking about needed to call someone in to fix something and Angel like, what do ya mean? You just gotta do this.

Alastor: Pfff. No practical knowledge about the newer technologies? XD Only the more old fashioned things.

Angel: Well, not even that. More so like Al not being able to fix his own plumbing, or electricity, or knowing the first thing about how to build or repair something. XD

Alastor: The newer technologies. XD He probably grew up in the bayou, didn't have any of that stuff.

Angel: Didn't spend time with his dad too much either probably. Didn't learn handy work and now he can just pay someone to do it.

Alastor: Nooope. His dad was awful. Alastor was a momma's boy. So fixing things isn't in his repertoire. He knows how to sew though. And bake. And cook.

Angel: Angel will appreciate the sewing. And I'm sure Alastor will appreciate Angel fixing broken railing or steps and fixing up leaky pipes. First time it happens, it's probably after Al calls someone in, and Angel gets home to hearing the guy ripping Al off.

Alastor: Oh gosh. Probably. Gets so mad at him on Alastor's behalf.

Angel: Just. Yer kiddin' me, right? Yer chargin' that much for a damn leaky pipe? And the guy saying all the bullshit he told Al that he found, and Angel ripping open the cabinet to look and seeing the guy didn't even do the shit he said he had to and just. Al, you're a damn monster, and you're getting ripped off by some skeevy plumber, what the fuck?

Alastor: "Am I? This sort of thing has never been my forte. Tell me, what exactly should I be being charged here, hm? And. What hasn't he fixed?" He turns a creepy smile to the plumber, fingers tenting.

Angel: "A quarter of what he's charged ya. All he did was replaces a valve, it looks like. Didn't even seal it right or nothin'." Angel looks back, catching Al's expression, and the look on the plumber's face. "Hey." He gets the guy's attention. "Ya know who's plummin' yer doin' right?"

"I.. I don't.."

Alastor: "You will. And then you'll never forget it again. And never treat another customer like this either."

Angel: "Been scammin' poor widows who don't know their way around the dirty stuff? Sounds like some news that needs ta go on yer station."

"Wait.. what? Station?"

Alastor: "Alastor LeBlanc, at your service, monsieur." He offers his hand, smile becoming a tad malicious.

Angel: "Al.. Ala-.. Oh, come on, please! Every damn business in this city does the same thing!"

Alastor: "That certainly doesn't make it better, my 'fine' fellow."

Angel: "Scamming poor, little ol' ladies and the ignorant." Angel gestures to Al, a tsk to his voice.

Alastor: Alastor shoots Angel a look for the ignorant remark, arms crossing. "The point being, it's very unsporting of you! I'm sure everyone would love to be informed of where they shouldn't be spending their money."

Angel: "You can' do this! I already got enough shit competition in this town!"

Alastor: "That's hardly my fault, is it? You're the one with the faulty plumbing practices."

Angel: "Now, listen." Angel purrs, coming around to drape an arm over the guy's shoulder. It doesn't have to go all public here, ya know? Maybe if you had something that would.. appease the situation, we could let it slide by."

"..Something like what?"

Alastor: "Doing your job properly would be a good start."

Angel: "An' you get all up in people's business. In their homes. How about we.. look the other way if you bring me anythin' you find interestin'?"

Alastor: Alastor tilts his head, looking back to Angel. What kind of interesting could he have in mind?

Angel: The man has a similar question, and Angel pats the guy's shoulder. "Not much. Jus' juicy bits. Like who's cheatin' on who, who's beatin' their kids, who's beatin' their wife. The dirty stuff if you can."

"I.. I'm just a plumber. I'm not getting that kind of--"

"I know. Not expecting too much. But I'm sure plumbers talk to other plumbers, right? Gossip about what they saw, what they overheard. Don't worry. It won't get back to ya."

Alastor: "That would be quite the interesting information to acquire. For various reasons. What do you say, my good man?"

Angel: "..you won't go spreading stuff about my business? You'll keep it all private?"

"Of course. Wouldn't do me any good if my informant got discovered, would it?"

Alastor: "Not a word." He grins, miming zipping his lips.

Angel: "..alright. Then. We got a deal."

Alastor: "Lovely!" Alastor holds out his hand, fingers waggling.

Angel: The man reaches out, clasping hands with him while Angel's already wondering off, his part of this all done.

Alastor: "Now then! To work with you! For real this time." His smile turns into a smirk and he squeezes tightly at his hand.

Angel: "Ah! L-looking forward to it.."

Alastor: "Quite so." He releases his hand after a moment, shooing him off. "Angel, dear! Wherever are you going?"

Angel: "I'm goin' out! I'll be back in an hour or less."

Alastor: "But you just got back, dear! Where could you be going now?"

Angel: "To get plumbing shit!"

Alastor: "You don't think the plumber here's tools will be up to speed?"

Angel: "If one thing broke, somethin' else will pretty soon. Might as well get prepared for it."

Alastor: "You believe so? There's no reason to think it."

Angel: "You'll see! Just have dinner cooked for me, okay?"

Alastor: "Hm. Alright, I suppose I can do that much. Anything in particular or should I just make whatever comes to mind?"

Angel: "Whatever is fine. You cook good enough."

Alastor: "'Good enough'? Excuse you, but that's not a compliment, dear."

Angel: Angel laughs, heading out.

Alastor: "I think I shall burn it! Just to spite you!" He calls, smiling fondly.

Angel: Angel won't take long. Just has to get some essential stuff.

Alastor: He'll come back to a well-made, unburnt dinner and a just leaving plumber.

Angel: He'll be happy. It smells delicious.

Alastor: "Darling, that had better be you!"

Angel: "Honey, I'm home! Smells good in here."

Alastor: Alastor laughs, finishing up setting the table. "It had better!"

Angel: "I got all the stuff. Can help ya fix it if anything breaks again."

Alastor: "My hero." He snorts, nudging his side. "You didn't need to do that."

Angel: "Bothers me that ya don't know how."

Alastor: "Most technology has always eluded me. It's nothing unusual."

Angel: "You should know how to keep yer house from fallin' apart. Other people always wanna rip you off."

Alastor: "Mm. Not always. But I do see your point."

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The one who fell part 4

Alice woke up startled, the sound of a clock ringing in the distance spooked her awake. She, thankfully, didn't have any nightmares this time but still, she wasn't excited to be up. She sat up to stretch and rub the sleep out of her eyes. As she got out of bed, she noticed a piece of paper on the little desk next to her bed. She picked it up to read the note left on it.

Dear Alice

Good morning, hope you slept well, I won't be here this morning but Vaggie will be here and I've informed her of you and Als predicament so she'll look after you for me till I get back. Don't worry, Al maybe scary but he isn't that bad once you get to know him. I also left you some clothes in your closet, hopefully they fit

Sincerely Charlie <3

Alice smiled by the end of reading the note, Charlie was so nice. It did make her question how she's in hell if she's so nice but she'll probably ask her later. She got up and looked in the closet at her new clothes. She chose a nice red dress with some flowers embroided on in. She tied her hair up and put on some black sandals. She left her room and went downstairs, her stomach growled as she got to the lounge, she was ready for any kind of food they would serve. Her stomach then twisted in her gut as she saw Alastor at the bar area, talking to the cat person on the otherside. Alastor spotted her and waved to her while smiling a closed eyed smile. She didn't give the same gesture, she instead moved over to the couches where Angel dust sat and sat on one of the other ones near him.

She sat there for a moment, keeping a careful eye on Alastor, her appetite leaving her completely but she was still hungry. Angel noticed her existence and placed his phone down. Angel dust: "Yo". Hearing Angels voice made Alice turn her attention to him. Alice: "Oh morning Angel, how are you?". Angel shrugged as he lay his hand on his clenched fist. Angel dust: "Okay I guess, just bored, what about you? Ya look tense". Alice looked at Angel wide eyed, surprised he would notice her behavior. Alice: "Well, I'm just nervous, haven't stayed in a hotel before, hehehehehe". Angel looked at Alice, perking his eyebrow. Angel dust: "Really? Hmm". They both sat in silence as they both stared off in space.

Angel then popped out of his thoughts and smiled cheekily. Angel dust: "Hey, wanna do something fun?". Alice glanced at Angel confused, what kind of fun? Alice: "I don't know, I thought I'd stay here till Charlie got back". Angel huffed in dispointment until he noticed Alices uncomfortable and nervous staring at Alastor. Angel dust: "Hmm, are you sure you really want to stay here?". Alice thought for a bit longer, she peered at Alastor deep in his chatting till he peeked back at Alice, that look he had sent a chill shiver down her spine. She quickly shot up, scaring Angel. Alice: "Okay, let's go".

Angel dust whispered a yes as he followed Alice out the door while Alastor watched the two leave. As they walked down the fiery streets of hell, Alice got nervous as she didn't know what to do. Alice: "So, what are we doing now?". Angel hummed in thought as they continued to walk. Angel dust: "*gasp* I've always wanted to prank these idiots I knew for stealing my money after I gave them my service and I know exactly where they would be". Angel grabbed Alice, dragging her along, faster then when they were walking. After maybe 10 minutes of speed walking, they finally stopped in front of a bar. Alice was more or less out of breath when they got there.

Angel dust stood at the gate, thinking carefully what to do next. Alice was about to speak protest on the idea of causing a prank but couldn't since Angel rushed away. Angel dust: "Wish I brang my gear, be a lot more fun if I did, no matter though". He climbed up boxes and crates stacked beside the building, climbing to a small window. He looks through the window, looking at everything inside. A small grin grows on his face after something caught his eye. Angel dust: "Jackpot". Alice was totally confused over the entire situation, she wasn't sure what he was up to or what he'll do to get them back. Alice: "What do you see in there?". Angel dust: "Something that'll make this night extra fun, get up here".

Angel gestured to Alice to climb the boxes, she hesitates but is curious on what he was seeing. When she made it to the top, Angel moves aside to let her see. She looks in an sees a small bar filled with demons. They all were enjoying their time, drinking, chatting and more. Angel dust: "There, you see those two in the corner, they're the ones that scabbed me". Over to the bottom left of the corner was a large burly man and a short skinny one, both mean looking too. The sight of them gave Alice goosebumps. Those were people she didn't want to mess with. Angel dust: "And look what they're packin". Resting on the tables were weapons and explosives, it was shocking to see. In the normal world, someone would immediately be arrested and the weapons confiscated if they were seen at all. But this was hell, this place worked differently which Alice quickly learned.

Angel dust: "If we can get those weapons, we can blow them all to hell or out of hell really, hahahaha". Alice: "You said we'd be pranking them, not killing them". Angel smirked at Alice. Angel dust: "I know, the prank being that they'd be dead". Alice frowned at his words, its no wonder Charlies having so much trouble on him. Alice: "Angel!". Alice spoke strongly to Angel which gave him a shock. Seeing the upset face she pulled made Angel back up. Angel dust: "Jesus girl, you're taking Charlies rules seriously aren't you?... *sigh* fine, we'll steal their weapons and I can sell them, I know what brand they are and trust me, they are good ones, they must of cost a fortune, I don't even have those. Bet they'll be going mad if they went missing".

Alice thought for a moment, stealing those weapons wouldn't be so bad. She nods her head in agreement to Angels plan which he smiles widely, happy to know this was gonna happen. Angel dust: "Alright, here's the plan". Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Vaggie struts down the stairs, face buried in some papers she had. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she sees that Angel dust is gone, so is Alastor. She sighs in anoyance, hoping those two weren't causing problems. She finds Niffty, dusting out some shelves. Vaggie: "Niffty, where did Alastor and Angel go?". She was annoyed that she had to keep tabs on both of them but for this hotel to be a success, the most troublesome of them had to be kept under surveillance.

Niffty stopped her cleaning to glance up at Vaggie. Niffty: "Oh well, Angel dust took the new guest Alice out for what he described as "fun" and Alastor left right after them, don't know why though". Vaggies eyes shot open, her fears and anger boiled up inside of her. With an angry expression, she swore she'd make them pay. She placed her papers on the table and left the hotel. Hoping the chaos hasn't started just yet.

[the-carnifeque]

Hello, Alastor! I hope you're doing well today. And if you're willing to indulge me, I was wondering if you'd talk about what your first ever kill was like?

!! "Well hello to you! I'm doing quite well this fine morning, thank you for asking~" There's a pause as his fingers stroke his goatee in thought, a soft hum rumbling out.

"My first kill... now I suppose I could indulge you and my dear listeners in that tale~ Though I will say, that perhaps by most standers it might not count as a kill... oh well! I'll tell it anyway!"

There's some minor shuffling sounds, something before moved around until a soft sigh left him. He had poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip before continuing on.

"Oh it was many many moons ago, I was just a young teen and my father took me out on one of our regular hunting trips but this one... was special~ By this point he had taught me many things, and at the time I considered myself a good shot but he didn't agree. Always nagging about how I was sloppy, how its a miracle that I can bring back anything for us to eat, and whatever other nonsense he'd go on about. Frankly I didn't care that much, my main issue was how often he'd make my mother cry and let me tell you something, I wasnt going to let that continue on any more. He always called me a bad shot... well fine then. Maybe I'll show him just how bad of a shot I was. We found a buck and I figured that was the perfect chance so I fired and I missed."

There's a pause as a wide grin slowly stretched over his face, the skin almost straining.

"Oh that poor poor buck, was startled near to death by the gun shot. In fact, it was spooked so bad that it came charging over to us and well... my father wasn't as fast as he used to be and got an up close look at just how powerful and dangerous those antlers can be, along with the hooves. He didn't die right away though, no no, somehow he was... lucky enough that nothing vital was hit so I watched as he laid there. His life leaving him and feeding the forest around him, the color draining from his eyes and face until... gone~ I stayed a little longer, just to make sure, before I headed home to tell mother the news. Unfortunately that did mean that he caused her to cry one final time, a pity really."

Another sip, a sigh, and then a soft clink as the cup was placed down.

"But there you go, thats the story of my first kill. Now, if you want to hear about one where I was... direct and hands on, thats another story~"