~bloodbath~ ~alastor X Reader Slowburn~

~chapter one what the hell?~

You were a sweet young girl who was the age of 29, 28 and was a bit of a trouble maker, rude made sick pranks on people you hated but was somewhat popular, but that was when you where alive, you looked around the hellish landscape striking fear into you soul, your spine arching slightly the ridges of the bones pushing against your skin, you started walking your head heavy and dizzy as you clutched it

"Where... Am I?"

You asked yourself and continued walking, not even realising you started walking through traffic cars honking at you, that surely woke you up!

you ran to the other side of the road catching your breath before turning behind you a old lonely damp sketchy alley sitting there, you decided to walk through it each step avoiding the puddles though you still managed to get your shoes wet

"Damnit.."

You muttered to yourself before being jump scared by a round plump demon with a long way too-tight for him trenchcoat, he was holding a bag with something in it but you couldn't tell he was shaking it so vigorously

"DAVE THANKS FOR THIS DUDE, THIS IS SICK!"

he spat in your face as he shouted, his pupils dialated as he stared at you a lazy eye staring at the wall

"Uh.. I'm not Dave.."

You said walking off awkwardly before jogging staring at him

OOF!

"Oh sorry I-" you went to say but you where immediately cut off "oh look at that! Fellas! Fresh meat.." it was a tall shark demon wearing a fedora and collared shirt with suspenders he scrunched his left fist into his right palm you backed away in fear hitting the wall caught in a dead end

"I think we give her a punishment hey boys?" Said one of the demons "she thinks she's too good for us eh?" Said another cornering you

"No sir! I just got a bit lost and-"

You where interrupted by a loud radio like humming sound rough around the edges yet deep and soothing like a 1950s television programme your great-grandpa would've tould you about

"What's happening here? Hmm?"

A small microphone screech before you heard the voice, it had a radio effect to it glitchy and croaky, crispy soundwaves tickling your eardrums, you stared at the figure, tall and slim holding a cane in the shape of a spade you'd find on a deck of cards, a microphone with an eye in the middle blinking at you, the figure had deep red hair with black edges and tall deer ears twitching ever so slightly as he spoke, he wore a coffee stained collared shirt with deep burgundy suspenders and slick burgundy trousers, thin toed shoes with red bases covering his feet as he blinked you stared at his face the first thing you noticed was his antlers, then his red eyes and his yellow teeth then the tan olive colour of his skin.

"How about we leave the young lady alone hmm??"

He was talking about you his voice smart and slick the buzzing of the the radio quality slightly soothing, relaxing your shoulders as he spoke, you suddenly was woken back up again by the horrible voice of the shark demon leader speaking to the person

"Get out of this grandpa!"

The shark snarled as the deer looking man hummed ever so slightly waving his finger about before making a fist the shark demon squashed as he did so, you swear a tear fell down your cheek out of pure fear your muscles aching

What was he going to do to you?...