Strings of Fate

Chapter 5: Bloody Piano

Y/n's POV:

I woke up this hellish morning before the sun and with the memory of what happened yesterday. Hanging out with Alastor was a fun time, sure, but this memory was something else. I never had those before. Was it normal to have them here? Should I talk to Rosie about this? Or should I wait until I have more?

I sigh and got out of bed, my feet dragging on the floor, my wings folded back as I took the first clothes that touched the tip of my pointing finger and lazily put them on. I'll think of this later. For now, I have to go claim Rosie's stock for her Emporium...

I went outside as the sky only now began to be lighter as the streets will soon begin to be full of every type of demons, all more strange and deranged than the one before them. The rests of the sinner who died only a few hours ago was still present, few began to take their nose out the porn clubs and whatever store it was. Well...

Let the slaughter begin...

Alastor's POV:

As I did my usual morning walk in the streets of Hell, a great time for how calm it is in general. And by the faint sound of somewhere near, it won't be this morning.

As I walked nonchalently in this sound's direction I could notice thick trails of blood  leading the way to a wheelbarrow and a sinner with black clothing. She seemed to try to put the dead corpse in it.

-Can I help you, dear?

I asked as they did it to put the corpse inside and cover the bodies with a thin fabric.

-No thank you- Oh Alastor, I didn't recognized you at first!

-Ah, Y/n, good to see you again my dear, even with those conditions. Taking some stock for the Emporium I see?

I declared as I noticed it was them.

-Oh yes. Would you want to follow me there? We could chat a little.

I didn't mind it as we talked for that long that I can now not remember. I'm pretty sure they killed those sinners in the wheelbarrow. Those are very clean kills they made. I wonder if it is from their human life...

As we arrive at Rosie's Emporium as they gone inside and came back with nothing in their hands.

-So... Would you like some tea or coffee? At my house?

They asked kindly to stop the silence between us both as I gladly accept their offer for a coffee as we marched to the Victorian Era style house they own. They opened the door and I came inside to see a beautiful living room with a lovely... piano?

Y/n's POV:

As I opened the door for Alastor and close it behind me, he stops in his track and look at my piano in curiosity easily read in his face.

-I never knew you were a pianist, my dear.

I nodded.

-Would you like a song?

-Well, I won't refuse if you do play some melody, my dear.

I sat on the small pitch black bench as I  touched the notes and let my fingers run on them, nostalgia immediately flowing and taking my mind.

Five men, or more like a man and what was obviously his four sons were coming in the house, all holding and lifting a corner of what seems like a giant instrument. A piano.

-Come on boys, we're almost there!

The dad exclamed as they finally installed it. It looks bigger in her mind than now.

But from all the 5 siblings they had, they were the only one who seemed to have an interest on it. They tried to play as their father came to teach them. To make himself their teacher. Time went fast in this memory to a taller Y/n playing the piano as their father sang the whole song, but the outro resonnated in their mind.

-And if you ask me to, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird

-I'ma give you the world

I was so shocked that Alastor started singing in his radio voice that I almost missed a note. I continue to play as I also started singing with him

-I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you

-I'll do anything for you to see you smile, I sang.

-And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine

-I'ma break that birdie's neck

-I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya

-And make him eat every carat, don't fuck with dad

I ended the song, still shocked he started to sing along. My fingers went to my lap as Alastor clear his throat and replied:

-You have a real talent for music, my dear.

I felt flustered as my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I'm sure it's because I never really played when someone was near. Particularly in Hell, I only sang a few times, whereas, never an instrument.

-Thanks Alastor. You're not too bad at singing too.

For some reason, I wished it never ended. That was one of the best moment I had with friends in so long.

Yes, friends.

I guess we're friends after all.