Sweet Delights {Alastor x Angel! Reader}

I. La Belle Dame Sans Merci

"I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild"

Descending from your apartment above your bakery, you turn the sign on your door to Open as you pass by. The early morning light was peering through the glass, the light red hue flooding the area in a great wave.

The sky was always red, morning noon and night, but mornings in Hell always brought a sense of peace to you as it reminded you of the golden dawns of Heaven, how its colors turned pink and purple as the blue stretched its arms.

You look behind you, knowing your wings were already hidden under a glamor. No one would be any wiser to know what hid behind your back, or of the crooked halo that wrapped around your neck like a collar. That was the easier part to hide, as your halo looked much like a golden torque. But the wings would likely bring you more attention than you wanted.

Still, it was hard to remain fully anonymous in the underworld. You were the best baker in all of Hell, and that was saying something.

With a small smile, you grab your broom and begin sweeping the floors though they were as clean as you left them last night after closing time. Needless to say, it didn't take you long to clean the mahogany floors and switch to fixing the tables and chairs before going to the back to begin baking your signature treats.

Pies, tarts, cupcakes, puff pastries, cookies and cakes, all of these delicacies and more could be found at your bakery. With a twist of course.

As you whisked a batch of cupcake batter, light energy pours from your hands down to the bowl and whisk you were holding. In an instant, you imbued strength into the batter. It took a bit of your own personal reserves of power, but it's what brought so many to your bakery.

Overlords and even the king of Hell himself ordered from your bakery due to the powers you imbued into your confections. From the most extravagant of cakes to the simplest of breads.

You didn't have staff, and you planned to keep it that way. You could handle the orders on your own, as you weren't often swamped with orders. Yes, the occasional sinner would come to eat a quick snack, but rarely were you packed and in need of more hands. You did perfectly fine on your own, and you liked it. The independence you had.

As you placed the cupcake batter into tins and popped them into the oven, you snap your fingers, your radio coming to life. It was left on a station you didn't quite care for. Katie Killjoy was a lovely woman who you unfortunately knew all too well. You got an up close and personal interview with her when you first came to hell. Never again did you want to see her face, but unfortunately her news broadcast was very informative and kept you in the know of what was going on in hell.

"Can you believe the shit show? The so called 'Happy Hotel' run by the king of Hell's very own daughter has been two weeks without a single customer outside of AngelDust the porn star! And if you do recall, he was caught in a fight in Satan Square duking it out with a minor lord 'Gatekeeper'-"

You change the radio to that of a jazz station. You had heard of the hotel and it had intrigued you. Rehabilitating demons? Sinners? You wondered what the angels above thought as you were sure Michael would have gotten word of this by now. He was always in the know.

The bell at your door rings just as your cupcakes are ready to exit the oven and your rough puff pastry was ready to be rolled from the refrigerator. You swiftly pull the cupcakes out of the oven and leave them to cool, going to the front and standing behind the counter with your best smile on.