Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

65. Cheeky

*** Vox POV ***

I was not happy. Decidedly and obstinately not happy. Velvette informed me that the Hazbin Hotel was playing host to a big party that was apparently for the daughter of one of Goetia family princesses. Why they were doing so, I was not sure, but the point was that due to the huge Valentino fiasco we were under major fire, doubly so because we were supposed to be subordinates of the hotel, it all was terrible PR. Alastor did not do us any favors with his broadcast afterwards either. It made them look like the righteous defenders of a poor little hotel employee and us the horrible monsters that attacked her. The result? We had to attend this little party and be civil, in order to make it look like the whole thing has been smoothed out and resolved.

So here I was. Putting on my best suit and tie while Velvette was in my shower, taking way too long and making way too much steam as per usual. Getting ready to go to attend a party at which I had to be on my best behavior. Not only were two previous love interests in attendance, together, but one of them killed my lover on live radio and I still couldn't hate them because ultimately I couldn't blame either. Fuck. My. Life.

Velvette was my only saving grace in this, and she promised not to stray far from me the whole time and that we could leave as soon as we spent enough time there to appear believable. And I was promised a reward for good behavior, which I was determined do get.

I wore my light blue suit with coral accents to match Velvette's coral dress. I noticed she wore some of Valentino's old rings around her neck on a necklace which was a subtle but nice touch. Then, arm in arm I teleported us through wirings of Pentagram City to the entrance of the hotel which was already buzzing with various teenage royalty and its residents. We made our way inside and to the largest entertainment area, following the signs written in purple on black.

The first thing my eyes landed on was Alastor in the back of the venue sitting at a bar with what looked like a lanky grey owl, they were both leaning on the counter their bodies facing towards the main floor with a drink in hand. They appeared to be having a friendly chat, the owl waving his hand flamboyantly around and then the two of them laughed together, bending over slightly in unison until the owl leaned back up whipping a tear of his face. Then both of their eyes turned to look at a point in the same direction which funneled my eyes towards you. A smaller owl wearing a black and purple dress was by your side, and it looked like she was introducing you to some boy demon resembling a cockatiel who she was holding hands with. You looked stunning as always in all black. I could already tell, this was going to be miserable. The worst part is I needed to go towards Alastor and the bird to get my self any much needed drinks.

"That's the birthday girl, Octavia" Velvette pointed at the girl owl next to you, "And I think that's her dad, Stolas. He is the Guardian of the Stars, the next in line if something where to happen to Paimon." She pointed at the owl next to Alastor. "Let's go say hello to him."

"And why the fuck would we do that?" I asked.

"Because its polite, and he is paying for all this." She explained, more PR stuff. Damn it. I followed her arm in arm until we reached the pair still casting glances at you and Octavia. We walked up to the side where Stolas was on, and I let Velvette do the talking. "Hello! We are the V's this is Vox and I'm Velvette, wonderful party sir!" She said all polite. I knew it hurt her pride to be all cutesy with anyone, never mind a Goetia but we were in deep shit right now and couldn't afford the drama.

"The Vs?" The owl turned to us, his four red eyes coming together in thought, then he pointed a finger off of his drink at Alastor. Who's eyes never left your figure, but the bird seem to pay that no mind, "Wasn't there a third?"

"That's the one that joined me on broadcast a while back." Alastor responded, still not so much as glancing in a our direction, which quickly became irritating.