murderer.

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murderer.

you didn't believe in the idea of redemption and good behavior for demons so they could get sent to heaven. that was silly and unrealistic.

but you respected the princess' project and let her be without laughing at her face for even thinking about it. you supported her, even.

you were known to be a ruthless overlord, but with charlie, you just had that soft spot. she was just bright and cheerful, her positive energy was rare to see in hell.

“charlie, pumpkin!” you chuckled, arms opened in a welcoming hug that she happily accepted.

“y/n! it's been a while!” she chuckled.

you've been in hiatus, for a while. and now that you were back, it was time to work and earn more territories. but before doing so, you decided to pay charlie and her hotel a small visit.

she had introduced you to her new staff, nifty and husk as you already knew angel and vaggie. you happily introduced yourself and was about to leave when charlie pulled you back.

“wait, y/n! you haven't met our patron yet! stay here, i'll go get him!” she excitedly said and ran up the stairs.

you watched fondly as she returned quickly. footsteps could be heard descending the stairs and it wasn't long before the deer demon arrived.

“y/n meet—”

alastor.”

alastor raised an eyebrow at the sudden attitude. you said his name with nothing but anger and hatred. he knew you were an overlord but it was his first time seeing you in person.

“remind me how i know you?” he tilted his head to the side, his usual grin on his face.

you chuckled for a while, “how could you not remember me after so many years of—” you cut yourself off.

your e/c eyes glowed, your teeth gritted, “04, 09, 1930.”

it clicked almost immediately inside his head with just the date. his grin grew and his eyes glowed red. he snapped his fingers, “my dear y/n l/n.”

your hands balled into fists as he brought up your full human name.

“you know each other?” charlie asked.

“of course.” you both spoke at the same time.

how would i not remember the name of the man who murdered me?

how would i not remember the name of my favorite victim?

and then the radio demon let out a laugh, “my favorite victim and fiancée.

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okay this was crappy i'm sorry it just entered my mind and i went lmao let's write this down oof

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