Wrath alastor x reader

New friendship

Y/n led them to a dark hallway. Cages lined up with a simple dim light. Each cage has an Angel on a med with needles poked into them

"Oh my, your collection has grown since the last time you brought me here" Rosie said with curiosity in her voice

"Heaven has been strange and sending in more spies into the other rings recently. Other demons will catch them for me and bring them back. They do get a hefty reward for doing so"

"I had a question earlier if I may ask" Rosie looked over to y/n "I thought you had a thing against children"

"Oh I do. The servants from earlier are just smaller demons. Rosie I'm a monster but I have standards" her and Rosie laughed. Alastor tilted his head

"How do you acquire so much stock darling"

"Eh most of the time they come to me. My days for hunting or blowing off steam are far behind me"

"Explain"

"If you must know, Alastor. I like to make deals but no demon has ever been smart enough to read my fine print" she laughed "only one that ever has is my right hand man Charles"

"How did he get the position"

"Came to me with his issues, I offered to make them go away by signing a contract. Only difference is he read every word. Completely the contract correctly and all his issues disappeared. He handles some business I don't feel like attending to and in return I guarantee his safety and more power than he could have ever imagined." She smiled "and I don't even own his soul! Haha"

"Tell Alastor about the fine print" Rosie giggled

"They just have to tell me No" they all laughed

"So the fine print is to say no" Alastors laugh sounded like radio reactions

"I'm a high believer in consent. I didn't get their verbal consent" she shrugged and stared into one cage. "Basically I pull about a pint of blood from each every 5 days. Gives them time to replenish and I can continue. They are pretty much always asleep. I created simulations that they returned to heaven and are just living life normally"

"Sounds peaceful"Rosie said

"If they're too distressed, their blood is bitter. I tried giving them nightmares but that batch is much too gross. When they are happy and believe they escaped, their blood has a sweet factor to it"

"You have the ability to alter reality?"

"Rosie I've told you this. Remember when you lived life a week where Susan was agreeable?"

"Oh yes sweetie. Some times an old lady like me tends to forget things"

"Rosie, you're not old. You don't even look a day over 18" the princess responded, grabbing Rosie's hands with a small smile

"Oh you, don't flatter me so much!"

"How did you come meet each other" Alastor seemed a little curious

"I've traveled to cannibal town on occasion. You do have some of the best seamstresses around! One day I happened to catch a meeting and met rosie. I let her know what I do and began our contract!"

"You sold your soul?"

"Goodness no! She didn't. She takes on the extra meat from my experiments. In return I get a discount on my simple gowns." Y/n smiled "I still always tip because you can't find them like you used to"

"Correct on that! Rosie does know how to run her place well! Are we going to meet this Charles before we head out"

"Right now he is in greed attending a conference in my place. I can't stand greed. They are too upity if you ask me. Also demanding more than they can give. If Alastor isn't your partner, Rosie, I see how you look at Charles"

Rosie gained a little blush on her face "oh him? He is just a very handsome man, that's all"

"Mmhmm" y/n hummed. "You two must be heading back, and it is almost time for the final dance"

The two scurried off to the ballroom while y/n followed behind a bit.

~~~~old timely dance music plays~~~~

All the guests lined up in two lines. Ladies on one side, gentleman plus Charlie on the other. Y/n stood in front of Alastor. It wasn't intentional but that's how they fell in line.

The two bowed at each other before the women stepped forward. Placing a hand on the shoulder then the men placed their hand on their waist the dance began. 3 step waltz

"You have some golden feet there, Alastor" y/n made eye contact. Her e/c eyes staring directly into his red irises "I take red is your favorite color?"

He twirled her around "how did you know"

"Just a simple guess. I was really wondering if it was purple" she laughed.

"Do you believe in Charlie's cause?"

"Not really, I do like to watch those trying to grasp the reach of a goal, only to tumble down into the—"

"Firey pits failure" they both said in unison

"I believe we will make great friends darling" Alastor smirked

"I guess we will"