Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

2. Another

*** Your POV ***

You leaned onto the tiny sink in your bathroom. Another fucking transfer. At least this time it promised to be to a relatively nice set up - the Hazbin Hotel ran by Lucifers very own daughter.

It was he who - kind of - got you into this mess to begin with, centuries ago. You couldn't resent him for it, mostly because it was all so long ago, but also because it really didn't seem like a bad idea at the time. Hell was a different place then. Almost thriving with the influence of Lilith, especially when compared to the towering dystopia it was now.

You had dropped into hell with an ability that made you a target, but with very little actual way of defending yourself. As a result you spent much time on the run. Every single demon hellborn or sinner wanted you on their side either by favor, or by force.

There weren't quite as many sinners here then though, and as such you had accidentally met Lucifer one day. He was a sweet bumbling dork of a man, accompanied by his beautiful and much more stoic wife. It was then that he suggested making a soul deal in exchange for your protection with one of the first overlords that arose in the pride ring of Hell, Percival. At first it felt like peace, finally you could stop running and looking over your shoulder, all the lavishness of royalty at your disposal. But then - the overlord got themselves in over their head and exchanged their life, for yours. The next master was not as kind, locking you in their dungeon for over a decade, constantly forgetting about you and your very particular diet enforced on you by your demonic form - blood.

You looked up at the mirror. In your afterlife you looked a lot like when you were alive, but your dietary and other life choices caused you to become part bat. Granting you a much smaller stature than most demons. Little black ears pocked out of the top of your head and velvety black tail swished back and forth from from your lower back. You had wings, you could either hide away, or extend them until they were large enough to carry you. Not that you ever flew nowadays. The only real change to your face was your eyes being more rounded, and turning almost completely black with only a tint of your original eye color left.

It was fortunate you liked black, so much of your attire and decorations matched. You felt the color was soothing, making any space feel enclosed and cozy.

You had to admit you were happy to change scenery, this was one of your worst stays. Although you had a room to yourself, you had very little leave to do anything. You were bored out of your mind most of the time - which was better than when you weren't. Currently you were back at the employ of Paimon, one of the Goetia kings. He was cruel and uncaring, with a mean streak when he got angry. He couldn't kill you, but almost anything else was fair game. An oversight from the original contract you had made with Perceval.

Paimon did make a mistake a few weeks back - during one of the many parties and balls he held he had you act as some arm candy for one of his spoilt brat sons. More importantly it happened to be the one rare occasion Lucifer himself showed up.

*** You'r POV A few weeks back. ***

"Y/n! Its been such a long time! Where have you been?" He had bounded up to you, going in for a hug.

"Hello your majesty." You replied curtly, giving him a little curtsy.

"Why all the formality? Come on, bring it in!" He put his arms around you, causing you to wince. Just the day before when Paimon dropped the bombshell of you having to show up here - and this gaudy pink dress - and you gave him lip. Which he didn't appreciate and so he refused to give your supply of blood - leaving you deprived of the mandated essence you needed to keep your strength and use your abilities. Then he proceeded to give you multiple wounds with an angelic steel dagger. "Y/n?" Lucifer jumped back immediately noticing your pained expression.

"I'm alright, not to worry." You lied waving him off, but between the freshly aggravated injury on your side and a sudden hunger pain in your abdomen you couldn't hold the neutral expression for a split second and Lucifer's eyes grew wide in shock.

"What... Where... WHY?" Lucifer whisper growled. Not at you, but kind of in general. The switch in tone scared your little escort - a squat pigeon looking prince - so much so he bolted off somewhere.

"Shouldn't you know? You're the king." You folded your arms, sure you were in pain but frankly that was par for the course at this point. It wasn't something that made your attitude skip a beat anymore. And, really? Did he really not know your soul has basically been part of the royals ever ongoing game of ego hot potato all these centuries?

"No! I! I had no idea, I thought..." The king looked truly shocked. You realized that he really had no idea where you were all this time. You kind of figured he just didn't care since at this point you were probably no more than some demoness his wife used to be friends with. It warmed your heart a bit that once he started realizing your state he clearly felt awful. "I thought you just preferred the solitude somewhere. I didn't think..." Lucifer shook his head putting a palm on his hat. The realization that his suggestion all those ears back did not, infact, leave you living a leisurely life like he had hoped upsetting him greatly.

You just watched him freak out, your expression back to neutral now that the pain subsided a bit. It is not like he could do much about it now, right? But suddenly he jumped up with a much brighter expression on his face. "I know! Hold on! Who is your.... employer, now?" He asked.

"Paimon...?" You replied hesitantly, not even sure if you should say.

Immediately the king ran off leaving you standing there. With an uncertain sigh you went to look for the scaredy cat prince.

*** Your POV, back to present ***

It was this morning, a couple of days after the cancelled extermination day that Paimon sent a messenger, notifying that you were being moved to the Hazbin Hotel at Lucifers request. Making it clear no one was to know who you really are or what your powers are. So, here you were, now packing up your belongings into little boxes.

You got finished just in time for a couple of imps and hellhounds to come to your room and take the boxes away, one of the imps leading you to a limousine downstairs.