Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

15. Princely

*** Your POV present day ***

You were not feeling good, and mostly kept to yourself. Avoiding anyone and everyone, including Alastor for days. The words brought back memories from centuries past causing you to randomly fall apart, making it easier to just stay away from everyone.  You didn't know it but he was missing your talks and teasing too, which his shadow was not letting him live down, constantly scolding and angrily snapping at him. Luckily for you, somebody had decided to come straight to you to brighten up your mood as you came downstairs to grab some tea.

There was a dainty knock on the hotel doors. Charlie went over to open them with her usual cheery "Welcome to Hazbin Hotel where -" But she immediately stopped as she took in the form in front of her. A tall lanky gray owl with red eyes, dressed in charming regal attire.

"Greetings, I am Stolas, a prince of the Goetia family." The owl bowed elegantly putting one foot behind the other. He had what resembled a British accent, and his voice had a slightly honied quality to it. 

As you heard the refined voice you turned to see your old friend and immediately ran towards him, jumping into his arms and letting him twirl you around. "Stolas! I can't believe you're here!" You were almost crying from relief at seeing him show up.

"Y/n! I'm glad to see you are okay." He hugged you tightly, holding your head into his chest. "And ofcourse I am, once I got your messages, I had to come. I'm just sorry I couldn't get here sooner."

"It's okay." You reassured him.

"Um, Y/n do you think you could introduce us?" Charlie interrupted poking you in the shoulder.

"Oh, ofcourse, sorry where are my manners. Stolas this is Charlie, you may know her as Charlotte Morningstar, Lucifer's daughter. Charlie, this is my close friend Stolas."

"It's nice to meet you!" Charlie beamed, having recovered from the shock of a prince of the Geotia family showing up at her door step. "Can I offer you a tour around the hotel?"

"That would be quite lovely." He said that, but he was clearly more interested in catching up with you the whole time. Only offering polite nods and comments on the décor. Eventually Charlie led you all to Husker's bar, where he was wiping glasses and watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"Come I think some drinks are in order!" You lead him over to the bar and you both sat down, just absolutely happy that he came and all your phone calls weren't on deaf ears. "Stolas, this is Husker, the bartender. Husker this is Stolas." Husker looked the bird up and down before muttering a gruff greeting.

"A pleasure!" Stolas said excitedly, but turning back to you immediately, not that Husker minded he just continued cleaning glasses going down the bar. "Speaking of drinks I did not come empty handed!" Stolas waved his hand and summoned a bright purple portal from which he pulled out a large wooden box. "I have prepared some of your favorite vintages, even swiped some eighteenth century Italian from Stella's old collection for ya."

"Ooohhh, Stolas, you sure know how to charm a girl." You clapped your hands together in excitement. "Pick one out for us."

"Fancy drinks? I can get behind that." Husker suddenly grew interested, leaning over the bar.

"Ahaha... I assure you it is not your kind of drink." You opened the box and saw beautiful bottles that could be mistaken for wine at first glance, if it wasn't for the darker tone and slight residue by the caps. "Wine glasses please?"

Husker obliged looking curiously as you poured the glasses, heeding your warning though  and only bringing two. And luckily so because as soon as the liquid exited the bottle he scrunched his nose in displeasure. It was not wine, it was blood, aged blood, silky and viscous. Stolas watched you with a slightly excited looking smirk as you finished and grabbed the glass with practiced elegance. He swirled it around next to his nose giving a small "Mmm!" and shoulder shrug at the apparently pleasant to him aroma before taking a decent swig.