The Melody Demon (Alastor x Overlord!reader)

Chapter 7

Husk and Angel were walking through the streets of the city on their way back to the hotel. After having their own little moment with each other, Husker decided to take Angel down the scenic route back to their shared home. They were walking side by side down the street telling each other stories about their bosses and other funny stories.

"Hey, Whiskers?" Angel asked glancing down at the former overlord. "Don't call me that." Husker replied only for Angel to roll his eyes.

"How'd you know all that stuff about me?" Angel asked in a serious tone. Husker raised a brow at the man before letting out a sigh.

"You're not gonna like it." Husk responded and Angel let out a tsk. "Try me, Whiskers."

"(Y/n) and you are actually pretty similar." Husk answered with a shrug of his shoulders. Angel stared at him with an unbelieving glare making him roll his eyes.

"I know you don't like her, but trust me. She means well. You two have more in common than you'd think." That comment made Angel start to think about the woman. "Self destructively and all." Husk said making Angel tilt his head to the side confused. "The fuck's that supposed to mean?" Angel said making Husk roll his eyes with a soft smile as he thought about one of the times he was able to get a good look at what went on inside his old friend's head.

Flashback (btw husk is gonna look like how he did in the pilot aka no pants 😂😂😂)

Husk was walking through the streets of Hell heading towards an all too familiar smaller building. An annoyed scowl present on his features as he glanced up at the outdated flickering sign. Placing his paw on one of the double doors, it let out a loud creak as it opened.

"We're closed." A rough and slurred voice called out. Husk rolled his eyes as he opened the door all the way. The floor of the club was covered in an all too familiar electric blue and it fled into the street from the now open door. Walking inside with the door closing loudly behind him, Husker was met with a low growl.

"I said we're closed!" The drunk voice yelled as a bottle was thrown towards his head. The man easily ducked avoiding the empty liquor bottle. The glass shattered against the wall and fell to the floor.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Husker asked the powerful woman that was slumped over her own bar with a cigarette in hand. The woman glanced up at the man with a glare somewhat hidden behind pieces of her hair that fell into her face. With a deep breath, the woman brushed her hair back with her free hand before offering him an amused smirk.

"Husker! We do have to stop meeting like this, don't you think?" (Y/n) asked before grabbing one of the various bottles from the bar she was behind and taking a drink. Once she swallowed her drink, with a shaky breath, she took a long drag from the cigarette between her fingers letting the bright blue gas fall onto the counter.

"I just got wind of what the fuck you've been doing. Do you have a death wish?!" Husker yelled as he approached the woman. As he walked through the smoke, it parted for him slightly. The floor was covered in various shards of glass from bottles and cups, and was sticky from some of the liquids that had been left there.

"Since when do you care so much about what I do? Last time I checked you didn't own my soul, Furball. Drink?" (Y/n) didn't even wait for a response as she poured him one. Husker placed both his hands on the bar as he glared at the woman.

"What happened to never picking a fight with the Vee's?! Did your brain get replaced by a load of bullshit?!" Husker yelled at her. (Y/n) didn't even flinch at his tone as she raised a brow at him with a smirk.

"I see you heard about my so called deal with Vox then." (Y/n) said nonchalantly as she took another hit. Husker's eyes widened before it was replaced with another hard glare.