Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x Reader x Alastor

Chapter Nineteen

Flashback ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Well fuck. I think to myself as I look around and realize I definitely didn't end up in heaven. As I begin to walk I glance around and everything around me. I jump slightly as I see my reflection in one of the many store windows. The first thing I notice are fins in place of my ears. My skin has a bluish green tint to it as well as many scales all over my upper arms going onto my shoulders.

Huh. I guess everyone's appearance depends on how they died? I then glance down at my outfit and let out a huff. "Great." I mutter. Can't avoid skimpy clothes even after death. "Not what I would have chosen, but I guess it suits my appearance." I say while looking myself over again.

My outfit is a similar color to my scales. The top is similar to a bathing suit top while my skirt is a very short beach wrap. Am I supposed to be a fucking mermaid or something?

I glance away from my reflection as I pinch the bridge of my nose. "What exactly am I supposed to do?" I start walking again, trying to get to a more open area away from all of these small alleyways.

My nose scrunches up as I begin to get catcalled from multiple different demons throughout my walk. I glance at them as I walk by and roll my eyes slightly. "Can't keep their hands to themselves in life or death can they." I mutter to myself.

A shiver goes up my spine at the thought making me quicken my pace. I see a radio tower in the distance and let out a curious hum. "Interesting." I then let out a small sigh as I began to approach a more open area. I continue to walk until something catches my attention. It was the sound of footsteps that definitely weren't mine. I'm immediately on high alert as I look around me.

Nothing seemed to be around, but the feeling that someone was watching me was still very much present. I stand up a bit straighter as I continue to walk. Just a little bit further and I'll be out of these alleyways.

The presence that was following me felt as if it was closing in on me, almost as if it was circling me like a predator. I let out a low huff as I try to keep my temper from flaring. I've dealt with this before. I silently remind myself. Men would harass me all the time and I always took care of myself. I'll be fine. I continue to reassure myself as I keep my eyes focused straight ahead.

That's when I feel something grab my shoulder and spin me around to face the individual who has been trailing me. "Fuck off you-" They cut me off as they shove me in one of the side alleys, pushing me up against the wall.

"Well well well...what's a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in these dangerous alleys?" The demon asks as he closes the space between our bodies. "Get your filthy hands off of me." I growl out as my voice changes slightly, surprising me.

The demon lets out a snicker. "So feisty. I like that in a woman. Makes it much more fun, if you know what I mean." He winks at me as one of his hands goes down to try to grab at my chest. "Sirens are rare to see in pride." He chuckles happily.

A siren? My eyes widen slightly at this new fact. Don't they have the ability to control people with their voice? My eyes narrow as I swat his hand away as I try to focus on my words. "Get your hands off of me." This time my voice comes out with more of a lull to it making his expression shift. His face starts to go slack and the usual smirk on his face gets replaced with an almost dazed look.

Just as he begins to fall under my trance a noise, something like a record scratch, catches both of the demon's and I's attention as a hand digs its long red claws deep into the demon's shoulder, yanking him away from me.

He lets out a surprised yell as he gets slammed into the opposite wall and his body slides down, leaving him hunched over on the ground in a daze. "Did no one ever tell you to not put your hands on women without their consent?" The mysterious demon snarls.