Sweet Delights {Alastor x Angel! Reader}

II. The Sycamores

"How the souls in Purgatory
Scrambled up from fate forlorn,
On St. Keven's sackcloth ladder,
Slyly hitched to Satan's horn"

With your storefront destroyed, you decided to pack up your belongings from upstairs and leave with the Radio Demon that day.

While you weren't in the shop for very long and had little personal belongings, you could admit that you would miss your bakery and the apartment space above. It had become a little sanctuary to you when you first crashed into hell. Bloodied and weak from pulling up a glamor for the first time, you had bided your time in the apartment above trying to find out what you were going to do. That's when you came to the decision to open a bakery with the empty space below.

Living in the middle ring of the pentagram in the Pride Ring, you know you will have to traverse to the center to reach the Happy Hotel. But when you start to walk down the avenue Alastor holds out his microphone to stop you.

"My dear, you needn't do that. There is a far simpler means of getting by!"

"A cab?"

"Ha! No." He places a hand on your shoulder and with a snap of his fingers you suddenly feel pulled upward, bright red flashes past your eyes and you feel weightless in that split moment. The next you are standing across the street of a massive building with a set of doors with glass mosaic windows.

Looking up, you see the words Hazbin Hotel above the twenty story building. Either you were at the wrong hotel, or the news hadn't yet caught on to the name change.

You glance at the demon next to you who had removed his hand from your shoulder. "That was your doing wasn't it?"

He merely laughs as he walks across the street to the doors. "I haven't the faintest idea of what you mean darling!"

With a sigh, you follow behind him. Besides the name of the estate, the hotel itself was rather beautiful. It was giant and had plenty of windows, which you appreciated as you had a tendency to get claustrophobic. On one side you could see what you assumed to be a greenhouse. It was in poor condition but you were sure with some TLC it could be rejuvenated. All in all you were feeling rather excited to see the inside.

Alastor stopped in front of the doors and turned to face you. "Now my dear, there is one thing you must know before we enter."

"Yes?"

"The denizens of this hotel are of varying morals, our dear Charlie being of the highest, and my chipper Husker being on the lower end of the spectrum." He chuckles lightly. "I don't expect you to come into any trouble, but do come to me should you find yourself in trouble, yes?"

You saw no problem with this, not only did you not plan on getting in any altercations with the others, you planned on helping this hotel flourish. It was a good cause the princess was trying to accomplish. Sure you doubted most sinners or demons believed in salvation, but it was admirable that she aimed for her people's deliverance. And maybe if you helped even one sinner reach the heavens, maybe you would be returned home as well?

"Got it." You say simply.

He pats you on the head before rapping on the door. You had assumed he had a key, but it seemed he didn't. That or he liked making entrances.