Alastor's POV
Alastor's POV
After about an hour had passed I decided to go up and check on the little bird. I went up to her room and knocked on her door twice. "Oh~ (Y/N), are you decent?" After a minute and the sound of her feet walking around in a rush. "Yes!" I teleported into her room and I saw her unfazed and sitting on her bed looking in a mirror and touching her face. "Your appearance bothering you my dear?" My smile never fading but for some reason, I felt a bit concerned. She put the mirror down and looked at me. "no, I'm just a little confused as to why I don't look like the demons I see outside or something similar to you. Other than the wings and eyes I really don't look any different from when I was alive...well I did have a healthier complexion and (F/C) hair." I felt my grin grow at her question. "Well, my dear that's simple my dear! Your form is determined by the life you lived before. Take me as an example, I used to be a hunter and radio host in my old days." She looked at me with a blank expression.
(Y/N) POV
"Well I guess that explains the ears and your voice. I had a feeling you used to be someone in the entertainment business." I saw his eyes widen just ever so slightly, he seemed surprised by my answer. "Well dearie if you don't mind, would you like to accompany me for a meal. After we can get you some new clothes and tour around the pentagram." I thought about it for a second before smiling. "Sure, that would be lovely." I didn't think it was possible but his grin grew. "Wonderful, let's go!" "Say what now?" He snapped his fingers and we appeared in front of a restaurant, a good thing I had my shoes on. It wasn't anything fancy but I still felt a little underdressed. I followed Alastor into the establishment and watched him talk and get us a table. He pulled my chair out for me and pushed me in then sat down himself. The trembling waiter brought us the menus but Alastor didn't take one. I opened it and saw my favorite meal, (F/F). Alastor must've noticed. "Find something you like dear." When I put my menu down he had his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his hands with his signature grin. "Yes, i see one of my favorite meals from when I was alive. I'm a little surprised to see it here in hell." I flashed him a smile then a question. "What did you order?" Before i could get an answer our waiter came back and asked for our orders. "May I take your order miss?" "Yes, I'd like (F/F) please and for a drink i would like a glass of (F/F) wine." The waiter scribbled on his little notepad and asked Alastor. "A...and you sir." The waiter trembled in complete fear. 'Was he scared of Alastor?' I thought. "I'll take an extra rare venison steak with a glass of bourbon my good man." (I feel like bourbon is the only alcoholic drink he will ever drink)
The waiter scribbled on his little note pad and pretty much ran away. "So you're a cannibal huh?"
Alastor's POV
"So you're a cannibal huh?" She looked at me directly in my eyes. Her nonchalant tone took me by surprise. "Does that scare you, darling?" "No, not really. To be honest you just proved a theory I had." This woman is so intriguing. I let out a low chuckle, my radio filter cutting off. "And what is this theory if I may ask?" I saw her eye twitch before she cleared her throat to speak. "You are the famous radio host Alastor, a southern serial killer and a cannibal. It was hard to trace a body back to you because you ate the evidence." I will not say I am impressed but I am. "May I ask how you know of my past like dear?" I saw a grin tug at her lips. "I found an old newspaper in a shed about you and not long after I started listening to your old radio shows." Our waiter returned with our meal before I had a chance to replay to this new information. 'How do I even reply in this situation?' i asked myself. I saw her pick up her utensils and start eating her meal with a little smile on her face. I thought about her the entire time I ate. 'If she knows what I did and who i am why is she still here, why is she not running away, cowering in fear, WHY IS SHE NOT SCARED?' I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice I had eaten all my meal. I looked up at her and saw she had also finished and is now drinking her wine.
"I see you finished, are you ready to leave my dear?" She nodded and smiled as she pushed her chair out and stood up. I wiped the venison blood from my mouth and drank my bourbon I stood up and walked out of the establishment with the little bird tailing behind me. Once we were far enough I turned around to face her.
Second person POV
Alastor stopped in front of you and gently cupped your face. You looked up at him with a bright red face of confusion. Alastor thought the sight was quite amusing. Your heart was beating faster and faster by the second. "W...what are you doing?" He gave you no answer and brushed his claw against your lips and pulled his hand away. "You simply had a bit of food on your face, my dear." He turned around and kept walking and you followed. The thought of him being so gentle will haunt you for the rest of the day. If Alastor was still facing you, you would have noticed the faint blush spread across his face. After a bit of walking, you and Alastor stopped in front of a building with a bright neon sign that read "Sew and Tell". (I wonder who can guess what song I listened to come up with that name.) Alastor opened the door to the place and you slowly walked in. You looked around and saw so many different styles and colors, some of the clothes still had pins in them to keep the fabrics in place. If the owner made these they are amazing. Alastor rang the little bell on the front counter while watching you wander around the store.
A high pitched voice from a back room yelled. "Coming!" before a girl with a small frame and height appeared. I turn my head to see a lady with needles sticking out of her red hair, a pitch-black iris on one eye and bandages covering her other eye, a white frilly dress shirt with a long black skirt with suspenders. She looked at Alastor and a frown formed on her face. "Oh don't tell me you messed up your bloody coat again." She spoke with an irritated English ancient while she glared up at the tall demon with her arms crossed over her chest and her foot tapping the wooden floor. I stayed in place not wanting to interrupt the conversation. "Not today my dear! I just dropped by to have a friend of mine suited for some clothing" He walked over to me and pulled me close against him while he spoke. "There is no one else I would ask to do the job other than the best doll in hell?"
Second person POV
He pushed you forward and the little lady looked you up and down and walked circles around you with a serious stare. Now that you have a closer look you take notice of the stitches around her neck, a few under her bandage with the string still connected to one of the needles in her head and two small ones on her bottom lip. "What do you think dear?" Alastor asked the doll and she replied with a nod. "I'll do it. She has such interesting features and these wings on her back are adorable." You heard herd her voice change into a cheery tone and you felt her hand gently run down your wing. "Ooo, these feathers are extra soft here." She gently touched and caressed a soft patch of feathers at the end of your wing which caused you to tense up and your body to stiffen. You felt hot and the air felt stuffy all of a sudden, Alastor noticed this and his smile grew and he redirected the tailor to another topic. "Ahem, any suggestions Ms. Alice?" She let go of your wing which caused you to sigh of relief and take deep quiet breathes to calm yourself down. All you could think was what the hel-...fuck just happened. "Her formals will be backless and her other clothes will either also be backless, have holes, or extra room for her to fold them down and keep them out of sight." Alice had her hand on her chin deep in thought as to which would be the best suggestion. "How about the extra room and backless idea?" Alastor chimed in, he looked at you to see if you agreed but you were too deep in your own thoughts. Alice mumbled to herself and nodded to the decision. "I just need to take her measurements and then you can be on your merry way." She grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from Alastor. "Alright sweetie, let's get you ready." You almost tripped due to your height difference.
Alastor's POV
I watched Alice pull (Y/N) away into another room with my smile never fading. Once they were out of sight, the image of (Y/N)'s face tainted with red face flashed into my mind, he lips slightly parted with quiet pants escaping that only my ears were able to hear, the sound of her heart racing... "What is wrong with me today?" I walked out of the tailor and went on a stroll but the whole time she never left my thoughts. What is this woman doing to me? Was all I could question myself before turning back to the tailor. After I returned I saw no one at the counter. Neither Alice nor her little helpers which must mean she's probably still measuring and fitting (Y/N). I took a seat on the small couch Alice keeps next to the door for customers. I closed my eyes and hummed 'YOU'RE NEVER FULLY DRESSED WITHOUT A SMILE' and without realizing it I fell asleep. I awoke to a soft cold poke on my face which I know wasn't Alice due to the fact we share a hate-tread for being touched without permission. I opened my eyes to see (Y/N), she had on a pair of dark blue high waist jeans and a tight (F/C) long sleeve shirt that exposed a small amount of her stomach paired with black boots that barley go above her ankle. I found myself staring only to be snapped out of my trance by Alice's voice. "What do you think deer?" I felt my eye twitch at her little comment (Y/N) didn't catch. I cleared my throat and stood up, towering over the two. "Why it's wonderful darling!"
(Y/N) POV
I walked away from the two and checked out my new outfit in a tall body mirror. The (F/C) half-shirt exposed a little of the muscle I was hiding but it's nothing to brag about, just a little muscle I made from lifting and dragging bodies. I am a little embarrassed that my curves are showing more but the sight of my wings in the mirror drag me from that thought. I turn my back to the mirror, the backless top gives my wings lots of freedom to move I concentrate and make them flap a little. I smile and giggle at my small achievement, but I'm soon brought out of my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder. "Are you ready to go my little raven?" I almost jump out of my skin and look into the mirror to see Alastor's face only inches away from mine. I look at the opposite direction and nod. "Y-yeah..." I could feel my face heating up again from the low tone of his voice. Why the hell am I getting all shy around him for and what's with the nickname?! "Great! Now grab your bags and let's get back to the hotel so the others can properly meet you." I nod and grab the two bags Ms. Alice had for me. "Thank you for these Ms. Alice I have no doubt they are beautiful." I flash her a smile and she returns the gesture. "No problem love, these will due till I can finish your main outfits. AL here has my number and he'll be sure to let you know if I need you to give me any preference." I asked her to let me find a way to pay her back for the clothes and kindness while she was measuring and fitting me but she refused and said having me to model for her from time to time was enough of a payment.
I wave goodbye to her before leaving with Alastor and walk close to his side with a small smile on my face. These clothes feel way much better than the rags I had on before. "So...AL?" I looked up at him but he kept his gaze forward. "That's just a little name Alice gave me long ago same as Deer. She says them trying to...I believe the term is erk my nerves." A laugh track played from him which caused me to jump from surprise and his large grin to grow. "So I guess you'd hate it if I called you that?" He didn't answer and just kept walking.
Small Time skip
We finally arrive back at the hotel. I see more demons than I did when I first arrive. A tall white spider looking demon who's sucking on a popsicle like he would something else, dark gray grumpy cat demon downing a bottle of booze like there's no tomorrow and a pale girl with long white hair and a big pink X covering one of her eyes that match her bow. I and Charlie lock eyes and a smile grows on her face as she walks my way and takes my hand. She pulls me to the center of the room which almost causes me to drop my bags. I hear a snap and the bags in my hand disappear. I was going to question what the fuck just happened but I got interrupted by Charlie. "Everyone, this is our new guest (F/N) (L/N)! Please welcome her with kindness." She pulls me over to the tall spider guy? Girl? I don't know. "This is Angel Dust, our first patron to the hotel." She gestures him to smile or say something. "Hiya toots, you gotta nice rack wanna hang sometime?" So it's a guy. I don't know why but I like him, judging by his looks I'm going to assume he's gay. "Sure." He gives me a big grin which shows me sharp pearly whites and one gold tooth. I do the same before Charlie drags me to meet another demon. "This is Husk, he works the bar here." I look at the cat demon and then at Charlie. "Why is there a bar in a rehabilitation hotel?" My question made her smile shrink into a nervous one. "Well, it was the only way to keep him here..." I look at the cat and notice the big bright red wings behind him which had card symbols on the inside of them which I thought was cute. "What the hell you staring at chicken?" I wanted to rip out his whiskers so badly. "I was just gazing at the pretty designs on your wings Mr. Pussycat." I leaned against the bar and took the new bottle of booze he had taken from behind the bar and drank it dry, slamming the bottle back on the bar.
I flashed him a cheeky grin and walk over to a shocked Charlie who was standing next to a girl with the pink bow. Charlie cleared her throat and held the girl's hand. "This is Vaggie, my coworker and girlfriend." She had a kind and gentle smile when she looked at Charlie but when she looked at me she gave me a glare. I thought it was cute she gets jealous and protective of her much taller girlfriend. "Nice to meet you Vaggie. Nice spear, I can tell that you sharpen and polish it often just by looking at it." I shook her hand and noticed a faint blush on her face from my compliment. "Thanks..." I smile and let go of her hand and look at Charlie. "Is that everyone?" I see her eyes darting around the room. "Um no. We have one more demon working with us but she's so fast and small I can't find her." Vaggie put a reassuring hand on Charlie's shoulder. "She's probably just somewhere cleaning, she'll show up sooner or later." She nodded and smiled at me. "Then yes, this is everyone. You are going to love it here!" I gave her a smile in return and turned to Alastor but he wasn't in the room anymore. Guess it's time to go up to my room for tonight. "It was nice meeting you all but I'm going to hit the hay now. See you all whenever I wake up."
I wave Charlie and the others goodbye and take the elevator up to my room. I lazily walk to my room door and use my key to open it. I opened the door and walked in, closing in behind me and going straight to my bed. If I didn't pay attention I would've crushed the bags on my bed. I peeked inside them and saw the clothes Alice gave me. "So this is where they went..." I mutter to myself and look inside them looking for something to sleep in.
Alastor's POV
I teleported to my room after (Y/N) made husk and everyone in the room freeze from seeing her down a full bottle of booze in only a few swings. "My, what an interesting gal. You shall give me endless entertainment." After I spoke to myself the images of today flashed into my mind as if on cue. The smug grin she gave husk, the gentle one she gave Charlie, the relaxed one she gave Angel and the sweetest purest innocent smile shy smiles she gave me. I only just met the girl today and she has already taken over my thoughts. 'Does this have something to do with a power she has or am I ill?' I crossed out the last one due to the fact that I've never gotten sick even in my living life. Knowing that she's only been in her new form for a day and judging by the fact she felt so proud at the tailor that she could move her wings made her smile so sweetly, she must not know what she may possets. 'Whelp, no pint in talking to myself in my room.' I teleport into her room and open my mouth to speak but the sight in front of me has me speechless. She's pretty much naked. Nothing on her but a thin towel she has pressed against her front. Her back is faced towards me and I have a full view of the soft clear skin and round bottom.
I see her wings twitch and she raises her arms to stretch, her towel falls and her wings stretch out and graze my coat. I could tell she felt it and just as she was about to turn around I teleported back to my room. I was in such a flustered state that I teleported in front of my door when I usually appear in the center of my room or near my desk. (I think AL has a room but he just uses it as an office.) I leaned against my door and ran my hand through my hair, not caring if a claw scratched me or messed it up. My face felt hot and my breaths were reduced to mere pants. I could hear my heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. "Why am I reacting like this?"
(This is the best example of Alastor's face when in his office, just pretend it's him till I redraw it to look like him.)
A/N
I hope you lovely readers like this chapter. Due to this virus crap, I have a shit ton of homework to do. Hence this chapter not being uploaded earlier today. I'm currently working on some cover arts for upcoming chapters. If you have any ideas for bouns or light-hearted extras please comment and let me know what you think of the story so far.