My husband is a demon! (Alastor x reader)

Chapter 33

The next morning, I woke up to Alastor gone. I frowned. He must've went to the hotel early. Probably to have breakfast.

I groaned as I sat up. I don't think Alastor and I have spent a day together since we got married. He pretty much forced himself into that hotel.

I know it has something to do with his leash. He still hasn't told me anything about who he made a deal with and why he's being forced to work at this tacky hotel. He tells me all about it.

He has husk and nifty working there. I knew both of them a little bit but nothing too crazy.

Charlie apparently looked like a living ventriloquist doll. Her girlfriend vaggie is apparently like another Susan to him.

Angel dust is a porn star that works for one of the Vees. I've seen his photos during my adventures in hell. Never watched his videos though. Alastor refuses to have any technology in his home and definitely refuses me to have any fancy technology as well. I've accepted it. Most of the time I just play some records while reading.

Well looks like Alastor left me an outfit to wear. It's a black dress with red upside down crosses around the collar. There was also little red accents on the bottom of the dress. He really wanted to match to some degree.

I frowned, sliding the dress on then pairing it with black flats. I'm surprised he didn't go for something a little more 1920s style. He really seems into that era. Probably because he died around that time. Whatever. I placed on the gold locket and wore my hair down.

"I should get a hair cut soon" I said to myself, twisting my wedding ring. Alastor plans on treating me like a stranger. I don't know how I feel about that but I do understand why.

He left me a flyer of the place. It's poorly drawn but I can always appreciate honest work. I've seen Charlie on the news one day while shopping for some groceries. She really does look like a ventriloquist dummy. By how Alastor describes her, the look fits is all I will say.

He told me heaven intends on coming down every 6 months instead of once a year. He warned me about how Charlie will most likely attempt to protect hell by any means possible which could lead to a battle of some kind in the next three months.

He had requested that I don't try to fight with them. He wants me at home, safe underground. I don't know how that will all work out but I'll give it a shot.

I stepped out our home and manifested my black wings. They've gotten more tattered. With the crazy people in hell trying to rip them off, it's taken forever for them to heal up properly.

I flew about 50 feet in the air and sped my way to the hotel.

I'm fast as fuck boi.