Hell's Angel (Alastor×Reader)

Christmas Eve

**Alastor's POV**

I wake up first.
I had forgotten the fantastic sensation of sleeping over the past years.
Not knowing the time, I get up and sit down. I touch that... yes, that thing...

Phone... idiot.

Thanks.

T/n's phone lights up suddenly, blinding me in five seconds. I check the time and realize it's quite early.
I leave the room and go down to the lobby.

A: "What a surprise to see you here in this state already!"

H: "Fuck you."

A: "Charlie expressly told you to-"

H: "Do I look like I care about what the princess says?!"

A: "Don't use that tone with me!"
I see him roll his eyes.
I look around and notice no one, except for little Nifty who's already cleaning frantically. Even the decorations on the tree shine with their own light.

I decide to go out, just to pass some time.
I walk for a long stretch of road until I arrive in front of Valentino's studio, still half-destroyed, but I must say the succubi are working hard to fix it.
Too bad, I could have skipped another overlord meeting. Honestly, I'm not quite sure why it has to be held in that filthy place.
I sigh resignedly at the thought of another boring meeting.

After confirming there's no one to kill and that the infernal theater isn't one of the best places to go, I head back to the hotel.
(An hour has passed back and forth)

I enter the lobby, and as expected, Charlie is yelling.
I approach the others.

C: "This will be the best day of your death!"
She says singing happily.

An: "And the best night..."
He says looking at Husk as usual.
This time I won't comment on his behavior, I don't feel like saying it again.
Instead, I choose to ignore him and sigh.

A: "Charlie, are there any more forms or documents in my office?"

C: "No, and even if there were, today is a free day!"
Perfect, I have nothing to do...
On the 26th, I have to go to the meeting... how boring.

At least Rosie will be there.

For once, I agree with you.

"Al, do you want to read?"
She says handing me the book.

A: "Of course!"
I say taking it.
We head to the sofa.
I light the fireplace with a snap of my fingers.

"Tonight there's a party, Vox will be there too..."

"Don't start fighting... just try to ignore him."

A: "I'll try."
I say looking up at her.

C: "Oh guys, one more thing!"
What does she want???

C: "Remember the dress code."
She says addressing Angel.

A: "The dress what?!"
I say turning to her from the sofa.

"Basically, how you should dress."

A: "Ahhh okay."

An: "Hey! Don't just look at me!"

V: "Let's say you're the one who dresses the least."
I start laughing through the microphone.
He glares at me, and I smile even more.

An: "Instead of worrying about how I dress... tell Alastor not to destroy the hotel fighting with Vox."

"Alastor can control himself, he's not a rabid animal!"
I smile at that statement.

Damn, admit it, you like her a little!
I ignore it.