Wrath alastor x reader

Scattered lore

Back at the hotel the crew just stared at the now all staticky tv. Charlie seemed a little stressed out.

"Well that was entertaining. Strange it came from one of those picture boxes" Alastor cackled, tapping his cane on the television.

"Is it bad that I want to see what she's talking about after the show ended?" Charlie said with a little anxiety in her voice

"To figure out why she's so fucked up. Yeah you can do that?" Angel took a sip from his cocktail.

Charlie made some awkward movement, then waved her hands to show a Smokey screen giving full clarity of y/n and Charles talking. They all sat and watched listening to her lore.

—————flash back in y/ns POV—————-

"Dad. When am I going to start training to fight" I said with excitement in my voice. I was only 10 years old. 10 years to go

"Oh sweetie. No" he laughed "no no no. Your sister will be taking over. But you'll get to be in the woods with the rest of the runts" he walked passed me to go to my sisters room.

That is how it always was. My mother and father passing on me and my eldest brother. It is quite common for the two 'middle children' to win.

After the weekly beating over spilled milk, my father threw me into the library once again. I never minded this. I would be here for about 3 days before my mother would drag my brother and I out to eat.

We managed to read every book in that library. Five times.

5 years later and my brother and I would watch our other siblings train extensively for this final battle.

"We have to think of something" he said to me.

"How? They've had 15 years of training and we've had none." I say in defeat, curling up into a ball

"So? That doesn't mean we should give up. Think of all the books we read about the underdogs getting to the top?" He asked

"Yeah but even st—" he cut me off

"We are the underdogs y/n. We've spent years here. Building things, reading everything. We can think of a plan" my brother and I did think. We came up with what we thought would be the perfect plan.

First, we had to make friends with the souls that were trapped in that forest. It was common for them to stay there and wander the forests until their time is up. It's strange but that's a story for another time.

My brother and I snuck out one night to head to the forest. It's not that hard to get those lost souls on your side when they realize you were born to fail.

One thing about failed souls, they can still talk to you. Each one gave us pointers. How to fight but how to think smart.

They had us build essentially traps in order to give us the advantage. They let us know that they will give the kids they want to lose faulty Angel weapons for the fight.

——————back in the office——————

"Really he would do that?" Charles said, he was drinking a bottle of whiskey listening to y/ns trauma dump

"Pretty much. I mean to put it point blank period, 5 years later the fought began. My brother and I learned every route that was safe and we found large trees to hide in. My first brother was caught in an Angel bear trap we had placed. Killing him instantly upon impact. My sister, it was a fight but she eventually was killed by a swinging axe. I wish I had emotions towards their deaths but they really ignored my brother and I while sitting on their throne with my parents" y/n asked him to pass the bottle

"Still didn't get much better. I wish it was easy for me to be this picture perfect demon my father wants."

"What do you mean?"

"I hate killing Charles. I do. However it's what I have to do. It's who I have to be. This vicious woman with nothing but evil in her heart." Y/n looked like she was about to tear up. "That doesn't matter though, I will always be in this cycle for the rest of eternity"

"How do you mean?"

"You haven't lived as long as I have Charles. Our souls are recycled endlessly on the same cycle. Evil stays evil. Good stays good. When we die, we will no longer be together as friends because you're pure. I'm not" y/n looked down, getting more drunk "my father made that very clear on my first kill. My first 100 kills even. Everytime, I'd puke. That cage you stayed in, I was in for years at a time. Eventually I became desensitized. The screams never mattered because there was nothing I could do. It's either kill or be killed."

"Y/n" he trailed off

Y/n stood up, ruffling her hair and her eyes showed nothing but stress "but it finally came to an end Charles. When I experimented on myself" she transformed to her real form. Her natural born form. She had stitches everywhere. "I created my ability to see the madness my father so wanted out of me. And bam I became alive. I became loved and liked. This is who I am Charles. It's who I have to be"

Charles looked at her wide eyed. Definitely looking at her like she's crazy for rumbling her words in incomplete thoughts. He stood up, grabbing her shoulders, getting her to breathe.

"I can never just be myself. I'm cursed in this cycle. It's why I hope" she teared up "I hope that in my next life, when I end up back in hell again, Charlie will have that rehabilitation plan created. Heaven is not much better but I just want things to change. I want to be good." She started to cry for a second in his arms but stopped "I'm sorry for expressing my emotions. It's not very princess of wrath of me"

"Actually y/n I like it but I have many questions"

"It's just us so ask away"

"Did you lie to Alastor about liking failure?"

Y/n laughed, taking another sip "no no. I didn't. I am a demon, I do find failure entertaining but not for the reasons he does. I like it because I know they are capable of more. I was in their shoes once.  They just give up too easily. Like I was going to do"

"Do you even like him?" Charles raised an eyebrow

"I do. Yes. Actually" she blushed "I know his soul all too well"