𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝙃.𝘽, 𝙃.𝙃

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘

Y/n awoke with a sharp sensation piercing her shoulder and simultaneously piercing her heart. She gasped and staggered to her feet, promptly dragging a talon across her chest, discovering a deep wound that soon sealed, leaving behind nothing but a faint scar against her pallid, gray abdomen. She gazed at it intently.

"My, my, that is a first," uttered a crackling voice, causing Y/n to gaze upwards in trepidation. However, her instincts swiftly took over, prompting her to snarl with her wings extended and tail thrashing. The unfamiliar voice ruled out the possibility of a dragon, and from the shadows emerged a crimson, towering figure with ears resembling those of a deer, if Y/n remembered correctly. Small horns protruded from his brow. He appeared... well enough, but an aura of anger emanated from him, detectable even by Y/n's senses.

"Why, pray tell, have you just descended into my garden, or rather, my humble abode?" inquired the demon, as Y/n surveyed their surroundings, her (eye color) eyes shimmering as she observed that they were in a murky swamp. A colossal deceased deer lay upon the table, its ribs exposed. Y/n huddled, her talons twitching as she struggled to find an explanation. "I... I am uncertain," she breathed out wearily, before slumping down with drooping wings.

The man inclined his head. "Oh, do not be despondent, my dear. I am convinced that you find yourself in this place for a purpose," he remarked, twirling a cane that had previously escaped Y/n's notice. Gently urging her chin upward to meet his gaze once more, he grappled with the physical disparity between them, her towering stature posing a challenge, compounded by the weightiness of a dragon's head.

"Ah, there you are," he grinned, his sharp teeth briefly revealed, before delicately using his claw to brush away her tears. "There, that's improved. Do not shed tears for those individuals above; you find yourself in the depths of hell now, isn't that splendid?"

Y/n blinked, causing her wings to unfurl, revealing a celestial display of stars. The man's ear twitched as his eyes flashed in astonishment. "Wow," he gasped, though his astonishment was perhaps not entirely genuine. Clearing his throat and straightening his posture, he placed his cane before him and offered a smile, this time radiating genuine warmth, rather than a forced grin.

"I am Alastor, at your service," he bowed graciously. Y/n stifled a laugh, replying, "Y/N L/n, at your disposal, kind sir." She then wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Did you mention that I am in hell?" she inquired. Alastor nodded enthusiastically, proclaiming, "Indeed! Isn't it delightful?"

Y/n snorted before straightening and rising to her full height, causing even Alastor, who was rather tall himself, to tilt his chin upward in order to continue gazing at her captivating visage.

 Uncertain of her nature, but undeniably entranced by her beauty, Alastor mused to himself that she was certainly alluring enough to be a captivating diversion. However, a flicker of apprehension crept through his mind, as he contemplated the potential repercussions of indulging too deeply in this enticing game. A shiver raced down his spine, his pupils dilating momentarily, before he cocked his head. Yet, then again, wouldn't that risk and thrill make it all the more exhilarating?

"Would you like me to show you around?" he inquired after a moment's pause. Y/n turned to face him, her eyes twinkling with anticipation as she nodded, her ears perking up. Swiftly, she summoned a large, unsightly bird, and with a snap of her teeth, blood splattered across the scene. Alastor, taken aback, found himself staring at the gory spectacle on his pale face, wiping it away with a mixture of shock and admiration. "Well, you certainly know how to bring the thrill!" he chuckled heartily. With a flourish, he twirled his cane and turned on his heel, beckoning her, "Now then, come along!"