Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

33. Memories

*** Your POV ***

It was time to head out to town, Charlie, Lucifer and Vaggie had gone to the meeting with the Seraphims in order to discuss Sir Pentious and what it meant for the Hazbin Hotel. Leaving you and Alastor to your own devices for a bit, and since they didn't want you wandering around on your own - two sinners walking around heaven, the blasphamy - Saint Peter was to accompany you.

As soon as you walked out into the actual streets of Heaven City you realized a major problem - your eyes were not made for this. Centuries in the sunless Hell, where your bat eyes thrived, had made you unused to bright light. Your vision was blurred slightly, making you unsteady on your feet. You reflexively reached out out the side, your hand landing on Alastor's arm who looked at you with mild concern as you covered your face with your palm.

Alastor was quick to figure out the issue though and immediately took your arm and wrapped it around his own squeezing your fingers. You obliged and hugged his arm to you, making Alastor smile with satisfaction as your body warmth invaded his. "Please don't let go I think I'll fall over." You asked and received a reassuring nuzzle on the forehead in response.

"I won't let go." He said in that low, raspy tone, meant just for you. The brief show of affection earning you an annoyed glance from Saint Peter.

Saint Peter led you through the bright streets of heaven, you and Alastor had to stop at a shop to pickup sunglasses. Your bat eyes felt like they were burning out here, and Alastor could barely open his without them dialating so much it started to hurt. He could see better than you could, but it was still uncomfortable. One thing was clear without glasses though - you two looked decidedly out of place. Alastor's all red attire was like a sea beacon and your black ensamble was arguably worse, standing out like an ink stain against the white and gold of the surroundings. After the little detour you were supposed to be headed to the zoo, as per your request.

But on your walk you happen to walk by a small antique dress shop, in front of the window of which was a plump woman, a bit taller than you. She had lovely dark curls, her skin a beautiful dark mocha color. Her dress was definitely older, a deep gray with much lace and she adorned a small hat with a hanker-chief tied around it. Alastor stopped so abruptly looking at her it almost gave you whiplash as you were attached to him by the arm. You could hear a small, uncertain word escape his lips, "Ma?"

You understood immediately and loosened your arms, allowing Alastor to untangle himself from you. He looked at you apologetically, knowing that you asked him to not let go, but how could you stop him from seeing his mother? You gave him a nudge and an encouraging smile, and he nodded at you greatfully before running off at top speed towards the woman, taking his sunglasses of as he ran.

"No! You are not to interact with any of the citizens!" Saint Peter yelled and tried to lunge after Alastor, but despite him being a celestial being he was clearly rusty as the stag proved much to fast for him.

"Ma!" Alastor had tears glistening in his eyes as he ran up to the woman, who turned around towards him, slightly startled. "Ma its so good to see you, I missed you." She was scooped up into a large embrace, but she looked... awkward. She wasn't angry... but confused. A sinking feeling hit your stomach as you watched her perplexed face, Alastor having lightly let go to look her in the eyes with the biggest genuine smile you had ever seen on him.

"Oh dearie, who might you be?" The words of the woman seemed to echo, as Alastor's smile twitched, and his eyes became uncertain.

"Ma, its me. Its Alastor." He pleaded, taking a half step back. "Do you... remember?"

"I am sorry sweetie, my memory is not what it used to be, I am afraid I don't." The woman gently stepped away from Alastor, her gaze sweet and warm, but there was no recognition there. No motherly love or understanding. Saint Peter was running up the pair and you followed suit, the feeling in your stomach becoming a large dark pit.