Wrath alastor x reader

Recycled souls

"His soul?"

"Remember how I told you about souls recycling? Alastor was an imp, human, Imp again, human again, and now an overlord"

Charles nodded a little confused

"He was my friend in every single lifetime. Everytime. It's a little strange and a lot to explain on how I've met every version but I will tell you about the last two"

———y/n flashback to lore. Circa 1927——-

After grueling amounts of forced training, beatings, anything under the devils sun by my father, I was awarded one week on earth.

See the thing is, I'm obsessed with music. During the little free time I've had, I learned every instrument humans managed to invent. My favorite being piano. My favorite genre you ask, jazz. I was absolutely obsessed.

I created a human disguise and made my way to the one and only place that had what I was looking for: jazz music

Heading my way to New Orleans, I stopped by a jazz bar. I could hear the music playing from four miles away. I couldn't be more excited. I took a spot at the bar, next to me you may ask.

A tall, tan gentleman, dressed to the nines. His eyes and hair a beautiful shade of hazelnut. I could see why the women were staring him down, he was very handsome. Me on the other hand, his soul was very familiar to me but I hadn't seen my friend in over 30 years so I couldn't tell if it was him.

At first I didn't pay much attention to the man, I was too focused on the music plus he had plenty of women around wanting attention from him so It wasn't a big deal.

"Anyone here know how to play piano?" A man asked from the stage. I raised my hand in excitement. I would get to perform on a stage! What! "Yes you young lady, come on up here"

I about stumbled my way up in the old but fashionable blue dress I had on with the wide brim hat to match. I have a big smile, my brown curls shaping my face perfectly.

"Alright darling, you said you know how to play piano" the man put the microphone to my lips. I had gained a deep southern accent that was straight out of an old Wild West movie.

"Yes I do. Been playin it for years. Sir" I looked up nervously, hoping my awkwardness would be shielded by my Icey blue eyes. The man just looked at me, I can see he was stunned for a moment but then guided me to the piano

"Alright, here is the sheet music" he whispered "don't embarrass me or your ass will be in my dressing room the whole night" he threatened me. I was a little taken a back at first then assumed that all men were really like this.

I didn't mess up a single time, played for hours. Unbeknown to me, that man at the bar had taken notice to me. He waved off the other women just to watch me play.

When the night was finishing up, the man who told me not to embarrass him sighed "sucks, I'd love to have a piece of that ass" he grabbed my lower back. I was very uncomfortable. In hell, I would've just incinerated him on the spot but I was on earth. In human zone, I can't think like that surely.

"Maybe another time, darlin. I really gotta get back to my hotel room" I said wiggling out his grip and walking out. That was awkward but he let me go. Guess he wasn't use to a woman telling him no.

Before I started walking, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around thinking it was that creepy ass dude, it was actually the man at the bar

"Your playing was absolutely gorgeous, my dear. A talent like that should never go to waste" he said to me, taking off his hat to greet me