Chocolate in hell | Alastor x oc x Lucifer

Chapter 7

Wade Wilson

"Wait, wait, you mean the assassin hero guy?" Velvet questions, her eyes wide with shock as she stares at Crystal. The idea of an assassin as a father to someone as bubbly and sweet as Crystal is almost too much to comprehend.

"Yeah, that's my dad," Crystal says, a happy smile spreading across her face as she gulps down another glass of wine. Her eyes glaze over slightly, lost in thought. "He makes the best chimichangas ever," she adds, her voice filled with a dreamy quality as she imagines the delicious food.

"Well, I tracked him down because I'm fucking awesome," Vox says, his voice filled with pride as he adjusts his bow tie. "It says he's at that little stupid hotel," he finishes, muttering a few choice curses under his breath.

"Oh, I know that place!" Crystal exclaims, excitement bubbling up inside of her. She leaps to her feet, planting a quick kiss on Vox's cheek. "Thanks, Vox!" she calls out over her shoulder as she hurries towards the elevator.

"Anytime, doll!" Vox calls back, winking at her as he watches her go.

"You so want to bone her," Valentino coos, raising an eyebrow in a suggestive way as he puffs out a cloud of pink smoke.
"Shut up!" Vox responds, his voice cracking slightly as he glares at Valentino.

Crystal bursts through the doors of the hotel, her heart pounding with excitement. She looks around, trying to get her bearings before making a beeline for the elevator. But before she can reach it, she's knocked off her feet.

"Darling, are you alright? What did we say about running?" Alastor asks, offering his hand to help her up. His voice is smooth as silk, but there's a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Oh, Alastor, maybe you can help me," Crystal says, her voice breathless as her hand lingers on the top of his bicep. "Has a new person entered the hotel at all?"

"Hmmm, what's in it for me, darling?" Alastor responds, leaning down slightly so that his blood-red eyes meet hers. His tall figure looms over her, leaving barely any space between them.

"Anything you want," she whispers, her manicured fingers trailing down his arm in a flirtatious touch.

"Anything, little gem?" Alastor asks, a low hum of amusement in his throat. He steps back slightly, a wide smile spreading across his face. He holds out his hand, as if to seal their deal with a handshake, but instead Crystal gives him a quick peck on the nose.

"Now the deal is sealed," Crystal giggles, as a light dusting of glitter appears on Alastor's cheek. He clears his throat, trying to maintain his usual dignity despite the sparkly mark.

"Yes, well, there was this rather odd man who came in with a red suit and a sword stuck in his head," Alastor starts, leaning heavily on his cane with one leg crossed over the other as he chuckles to himself. "Vagatha and Charlie are trying to get it out as we speak. Odd that he's still alive, but quite entertaining."

"Wanna show me the room he's in, babe?" Crystal asks, her voice filled with excitement as Alastor wraps his arm around her waist.

"Of course, darling," he responds, leading her down the hallway.
Crystal doesn't know why she's nervous. Maybe it's because she misses him so much. She finally gets to see him after being dead for quite a few months. But she had so many questions, which was very uncommon for her. Like how did he die when he can't? How did she die when she can't? Who caused this and are they already dead?

"We are here, darling," Alastor states, unwrapping his long arm from around her. "As curious as I am, I'm afraid I'll have to leave." He says, swirling his cane down in front of him as he heads back the way they came.

"Oh, and if you need help, darling, please don't hesitate to call my name," Alastor calls out over his shoulder, his voice filled with a dark chuckle before he disappears into the shadows.

"Creepy as fuck, but hot as shit," Crystal says, her voice filled with a dreamy quality as she stares at the spot where Alastor just was. "He's gonna get head from me one day," she adds, a sly smile spreading across her face.

But those thoughts are pushed aside as she reaches the door to her father's room. She takes a deep breath, smoothing down her skirt before raising her hand to knock.