My Sweet Demon Bell (Alastor x daughter reader)

Chapter 24

Dressed in a garment that seemed to be tailored exclusively for me, every detail accentuating my curves, I couldn't help but marvel at how perfectly it all came together. My dad, in his characteristic indulgence, had outdone himself again, and I couldn't blame him for feeling proud. As I surveyed myself in the mirror, I couldn't suppress a chuckle while imagining my dad proudly asserting, 'After all, she is my baby girl.'

"All set! Time to make an entrance," I declared with a final glance at the mirror, my excitement palpable. Walking out of my room, I couldn't help but ponder how the denizens of hell would react when they saw me with my dad. The mere thought sent a thrill through me; I couldn't wait to spend the entire day in the companying of my dad. It had been too long since we'd enjoyed some quality time together. I think I can add the little show that we did in the bar two weeks ago. 

As I strolled into the dining room, the aroma of... something wafted through the air. "Is that what I think it is?" I exclaimed, my eyes sparkling with anticipation, as I kicked the door in sheer excitement.

"Oh, not again," groaned Vaggie, massaging his temples, clearly exasperated. Of course, it had to be Vaggie dealing with the aftermath of my impromptu door-kicking episodes.

"Apologies, hehehe," I chuckled, snapping my fingers, and miraculously, the door was restored to its pre-kicked state.

My dad emerged from the kitchen, announcing, "Who's hungry?" As he walked out, a variety of dishes followed him, and with another snap of his fingers, the table was beautifully set.

"What do we have here, a demon looking like an angel from heaven sent to hell?" Dad exclaimed, eyeing my transformed appearance. He wasn't wrong; the dress had indeed turned me into a different person.

"As long as she doesn't walk out the door naked, it's fine," quipped Uncle Husk, taking a swig of his beer.

"Isn't it a bit early to be hitting the bottle?" I teased, observing the beer vanish from his hand.

"Mind your own business, kid," he grumbled, clearly annoyed. "And don't give me that look; you did the same thing two weeks ago, remember?"

"Ah, yes, the infamous pancake incident," I replied with a mischievous grin. "But at least I had syrup with mine, not just beer."

Uncle Husk chuckled, a rare sight considering his usual grumpy demeanor. "Touché, kid, touché. But let me enjoy my liquid breakfast in peace."

"Give that to me," I said, yanking the bottle from his hand.

"WHAT THE HECK, GIVE ME THAT!" he exclaimed, trying to retrieve the bottle.

"Only after you finish your breakfast," I countered, placing my hand on my waist, engaging in a playful staring contest with Uncle Husk. The dynamics of our interactions never failed to add a touch of humor to the day.

As we locked eyes, Dad, the radio demon Alastor, decided to join in on the banter. "Come on, you two, we've got a busy day ahead. Let's not turn this into a family feud over breakfast beverages."

Uncle Husk finally sighed, surrendering with a begrudging smile. "Fine, fine. Breakfast it is," he mumbled, taking another swig of his now reappeared beer.

With that settled, we all gathered around the table, where chaos ensued. Dad attempted to use his demonic powers to levitate pancakes onto his plate, only for them to land on Uncle Husk's head instead. I couldn't help but burst into laughter, and even Uncle Husk cracked a smile.

"Looks like we've got a flying pancake situation here," I quipped.

Just then, the door swung open, and in walked Angel, Charlie and Niffty. Angel looked at the chaos with a raised eyebrow. "Am I interrupting something, or is this just your typical morning?"