Alastor X Female Deer Demon Reader (Rewritten)

Lost

Y/n's P.O.V.

My head was pounding. The last thing I remember is I was walking home from work then a sharp pain and then..... Black. Groaning I hold my head as I stand, blinking the blur away from my vision. I brace myself against the wall and glance up. Why was the sky as red as fresh blood? Taking a moment, I inhale and nearly vomit. Decaying flesh? I cover my nose and glance around.

Where was I? People glanced around and glared. No, not people. Demons. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I froze in fear. This had to be a mistake of some kind. Maybe. Maybe I was dreaming?

I winced as a painful memory flashes in my mind. I had clawed my attacker, he had stabbed me in my lower abdomen. I yanked the knife out and slashed at him. He dodges and pulls out a small revolver. I pay no mind and go after them. It's not the first time I'd ever been stabbed so I just ignore the pain. Planning on bandaging it later. Then a loud bang rings in my ears, next thing I know I'm on the ground with them looming over me. They pull the trigger again and now... Now here.

My hands shake violently, I press them against my chest as a way to calm down. I had died. I was really dead. I try to will my legs to move forward but I seem to be rooted in place.

Suddenly a hand comes into view and I jump back into a defensive position. But the woman looked kind. She smiled at me.
"Names Charlotte, but you can call me Charlie. I know it is sudden. But I'd like to help you"

I raise a brow, questioning her motives. But she glanced around. "You're new here aren't you? I run a hotel to rehabilitate sinners." She offers a hand.

What's the worst that could happen? I die twice? So I gently take her hand. At least it was some place to sleep.

She leads me down the street to what looks like a mess and a half mix job. Taking a breath she leads me inside. Apples.... So many apples.

"I never asked your name" she says letting go of my hand and disappearing behind a reception desk.

"Y/n.... Y/n L/n" I say watching her work. However I catch a glimpse of myself in a reflection. Squinting, I notice horns and ears. So everyone in Hell was a furry? You know, you need a little spice in the afterlife. It wasn't so bad.

She pulls out a book, has me sign in, and hands me a key. But as she was about to show me my room a massive crash came from another area. Causing her to groan and go check it out.

Leaving me all alone to explore and hopefully find my room before I get tired. This should be interesting. Because this place was a maze and I was about to get lost.