How To Make A Demon

Unintentional

Author Note

Hi! Just wanted to clarify a few things before you (hopefully) get stuck in 😊

Firstly, this story interprets Alastor with a female, so just a warning if you're not into that. The last thing I want to be is disrespectful and this is just my own imagination. If it offends you, you're welcome to move on.

Secondly, while I love reading fan fiction, one thing I despise is the whole Y/N element. So I have created my own characters with their own names and backstories. You're free to interpret them however you like! Again, this is just my own way of expressing creativity.

⚠️- this indicates when it gets a bit smutty.
And this is book one of three. This one focuses on Alastor's human life.

Anyway, if you decide to read on I hope you enjoy!

Thanks!
Soph 💚

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New Orleans- January 1920

"Yeah, well, I don't need your stupid ass job anyway!" I screeched as I was shoved outside and onto the street. The glass door was thrown shut behind me, shimmering with the force of the slam, and my now ex boss turned his back to me. His hands were still flailing and he was still shouting like a maniac, but I could no longer distinguish what he was saying. Probably for the best- I'd also been known to have a temper, which is why I'd lost the job in the first place. Except this time, it was justified. I won't stand for a drunken idiot groping me... the hard slap I gave him in return wasn't enough.

I blinked through the angry tears and started to walk away, concentrating on happy thoughts and breathing deeply. Luckily I had managed to grab my bag on the way out, which contained my tips for the evening. I highly doubt I would be getting paid anything else. As if I'd be able to force myself into that building again.

I ran my fingers through my hair, a nervous habit I'd picked up from my mother. God, she was going to be furious with me. Even the dirtiest, cheapest bar in the city didn't want to keep me in work.

With a sigh, I wrapped my arms around myself, wondering who I'd upset in a past life to receive so much bad fortune. Someone in heaven must be laughing at me right now. Or someone from hell.

Me and my mother lived alone in a small and run down house on the corner of town, as we had done for the past few years. We made things work, helping each other out and sharing the bills.

Before all that, when my father was still on the scene, we'd lived in a large stately home complete with servants, gardens and loneliness. Father held a high up banking job, and had invested in various ammunition companies during the Great War, which had provided us with a comfortable lifestyle. I'd rarely left the house- everything was provided for me there.

Except one day Father's arrogance got the better of him and mother discovered him to be unfaithful. He held little resentment, barely scraping together an apology, so my mother and I left him to it. Mother was a proud woman and I was practically grown up at this point, so we found our little house and decided we'd work our own way through life, no matter how hard it would be.

Except, I couldn't seem to hold a job down for more than a few weeks. I sighed and folded my arms across my chest, tugging my cardigan tighter against me as I walked.

It was dark now, but the streets were lively so I felt safe enough to be alone. Usually, my best friend would meet me after my shift and we would stroll home together. But he would still be working right now.

I had only been at this job for a week. The previous one, I had lasted a month. Before that, countless bars, clubs and restaurants had hired me and fired me. I should be grateful to be hired at all- a career was not something most 20 year old women searched for, but mother worked her own fingers to the bone so I had to contribute my keep somehow.