The man didn't miss a beat, "Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute, boredom! I lacked inspiration for decades. My work became mundane; lacking focus." He set his elbow over Vaggie's head, either not realizing or not caring enough to tell she was glaring daggers at him. "Aimless!" In one swift motion, he toppled the girl onto the floor like a ragdoll. "I've come to crave a new form of entertainment! Ha, ha, ha!"
"Uh, does getting in a fistfight with a reporter count as entertainment?" Charlie pitched. At this point, she was probably pulling on strings to get this idea of hers off the ground.
"Ha, ha, ha! It's the purest kind, my dear. Reality! True passion!" he applauded before uttering the phrase you'd heard so many times in the past, "After all, the world is a stage, and the stage is a world of entertainment," he mused.
"You always find everything so funny, don't you?" you didn't mean to say it. The words practically jumped from your lips, but it had the same reaction nonetheless.
"Why of course, my dear! We wouldn't want to miss out on the world, now would we?" he asked, throwing a dangerous grin in your direction. He watched tentatively as your lips parted to speak once more just for nothing to leave your mouth.
'Did he forget about me?', you found yourself wondering. There was no way. It had only been... seven years. Seven whole years since...
You decided to join Vaggie and Angel on the couch and tune out as much of that demon's nonsense as possible. The last thing you needed was bitter memories resurfacing. Each time you reminisced on them, you'd find it more painful than the last. There were only so many stabs in the heart you could take before the wound was too considerably damaged to even attempt to be repaired.
You didn't need to listen to his ramblings to know his stance on the topic of Hell's residents. 'Scum of the Earth, those mangy mutts!' he'd say, but it was obvious dogs weren't what he was referring to.
"Uh, so, uh, what the deal with smiles?" Angel asked lazily, gesturing to Alastor who was dragging Charlie around in an attempt to gain her favor.
"Wait, you've never heard of him before?" Vaggie asked. "You've been here longer than me!"
Angel just shrugged. You muttered under your breath in a daze, "Alastor... the radio demon... he is the beginning of ends... he is the silent killer... the wolf in deer's clothing..."
"Uh, the who what now?" Angel asked, also in a daze, but not one matching your nostalgia-driven dream state.
"You've really never heard of him?" Vaggie asked once more.
"Meh, not big on politics," Angel shrugged, leaning back.
After one last groan, Vaggie explained, "Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell seemingly overnight. He began to topple overlords who had been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he'd broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell just so everyone could witness his ability." Gruesome images flashed across your mind. Deaths that you'd taken part in. You tried to grapple with the memories of slaughter that you had vowed never to repeat in the hands of your new friends.
Luckily though, your train of thought was broken by the simple remark, "He looks like a strawberry pimp." You chuckled at Angel's simple assumption. Maybe you could find respite with the cocky pornstar after all.
"Believe me, the last thing you'd want to get tangled up in is this "radio demon" nonsense," you spat. At that, Vaggie left in an attempt to convince Charlie not to take part in any deal.
"So, you gotta history with this guy?" Angel asked lazily, pointing at Alastor with a popsicle stick.
"What? No," you answered, but it was glaringly obvious that you did. The panic attack you'd had earlier spoke for itself.
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To Expect the Unexpected || Alastor x Reader
Fanfiction"You were the last person he'd kill, and the last one he did." You lived a fair life, longing for nothing more than to put a smile on at least one person's face whenever you had the chance. You'd been known as the calm, caring, and sensible part of...
