You Won't Get Away Twice (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 19: You're getting redeemed someday, my friend.

I'm still perplexed at Alastor's behavior. He's truly trying to find any way he can to make Lucifer upset. He's praising Charlie almost as if he was a proud father himself. Did he just say that we were all very proud of her? What a dad-ish thing to say. I can see the anger in Lucifer's face as he pushes Alastor away and encourages Charlie to introduce him to her other friends. Alastor, meanwhile, is wiping his arm like the contact from Lucifer dirtied his coat.

I love the nervousness that Charlie and Vaggie both have when Vaggie is being introduced to her dad. Not so much because I like the discomfort, but because it's cute to see her introducing her girlfriend to her dad. As nerve racking as this moment must be for the girls, I bet its nerve racking for Lucifer as well. This is his daughter after all. I wonder what a dad must feel when their daughter brings a significant other to them.

"Put 'er there, Maggie!" I hear Lucifer say as he pulls Vaggie into a hug. Oof, big oof. Vaggie's too nervous to correct him too. Oh, this is kind of adorable.

"And this is Sir Pentious and Angel Dust, our guests!" Charlie introduces them proudly to her dad. Sir Pentious seems like he's just had a minor panic attack before face planting into the cookies and I can't tell if Angel is trying to get himself a new sugar daddy or trying to see how uncomfortable he can make Lucifer. Either way, it doesn't seem to work. Though, now I'm not going to be able to look at Lucifer without thinking of him as a Short King.

"Husk is our bartender, (y/n) is our recruiter, and Niffty is our housekeeper." Charlie introduces the rest of us. Husk and I both just give a small wave while Niffty runs up Lucifer... literally... informing him that she cleans. What exactly is her deal?

"Heya, (y/n). Can I talk to you for a minute?" Angel asks as he motions for me to follow him down the hallway. This is a bit surprising. I look at Husk, wondering if he may have an idea why Angel might be asking for me, but Husk just shrugs.

"Y-yeah." I stutter as I follow him. I don't want Angel to think I'm nervous of him. This just seems a little out of character. I walk next to him down the hallway, away from the commotion I hear in the lobby. "Everything okay?" I question. "Did you lose Fat Nuggets?" I continue.

Angel shakes his head. "No, not that. Fat Nuggets is fine." He sighs as he makes it to his hotel room and leans against his door. His arms are crossed as he looks down at me. I don't know how to describe the look he's giving me. He looks stern, but not mad exactly.

"Last night. Did you drink it?" Angel vaguely asks. He patiently waits for my response, not budging from his spot.

"Last night..." I mutter, trying to figure out how he could know. The only time I saw him last night was when he walked by the dining room and talked to Alastor for a few seconds. Angel did have a strange look on his face before he left. He seemed uncomfortable. I do remember that.

Satan... if I remember all these little facts, what was the point in drinking so much last night?!

"You mean the wine?" I try to clarify by questioning.

"Yeah, the wine!" Angel basically yells, getting a bit more animated. "(y/n), I can tell when someone spikes a drink. I do this all the fucking time." He explains, putting his lower set of arms on his hips. "Did Alastor spike your drink?"

What a pointed question. I can lie and deny it, but how would I follow up the lie? Or I could tell Angel the truth, which would be easier. But what would the consequences of that be? Can Angel even do anything?

Angel sighs, putting one of his hands between his eyes and pinching his face like he's trying to get rid of a headache. "He did. Otherwise, you would've just answered right away." He sounds disappointed.

Oh shoot, I took too long to respond. "Good point." I agree. Angel's pretty perceptive.

"But why?!" Angel seems frustrated again. He puts his hands on my arms, leaning down to my level. "Did he hurt you?" Angel continues his questioning.

I can't help but smile at Angel's concern. It's very sweet. "Angel..." I start, putting one of my hands over his. "You realize we're in Hell...?" I begin, trying to distract him from directly answering his question. "That means I'm no saint. You understand that, right?" He seems surprised at my statement.

"(y/n)... Sure but-" I cut Angel off.

"Alastor owns my soul, Angel." I state blankly. "That shouldn't be a surprise to you. He's the reason that Husk, Niffty, and I are even at this hotel." I try to put some of his confusion into perspective.

"I don't know about you, Angel." I continue, looking straight into his eyes with a determined smile. "But I will do whatever it takes to survive my situation. I'm not giving up just yet." I shrug and look away for a little bit. "I don't think I'll ever get redeemed..." I look back at Angel. "...but maybe there will be a day where I can get my soul back." When I say it out loud, I do wonder if that's a possibility.

This seems to put Angel more at ease. He's smiling and he moves his hands from my arms to one hand on my back, walking back down the hallway with me. Good, I didn't have to directly answer his question. "Good to hear, toots." He sounds more perky too. "I'll survive too." He chimes in. "And heck, maybe I'll get my soul back!" He laughs. I don't think he truly believes his own words, but his spirits are high.

I shake my head in disagreement. "Nah! You're getting redeemed someday, my friend." I playfully and lightly punch his arm. That statement seems to surprise him. The small smile I get from him after my sentence though is pure gold. That smile could sustain me for the rest of my afterlife! I'm glad to see him believe in himself more than he did when I first met him.

Once we get back into the lobby my eyes focus on someone that I haven't seen in quite some time. She parades around like she owns the hotel, throwing confetti at everyone, including Angel and me.

When she jumps from the balcony yelling her name, I think she expected more than silence in response. I hope the confused, "who?" by Lucifer can suffice.

"Mimzy!" Alastor says in a very excited tone, holding his arms out for a hug. What are all these emotions he's displaying today? Since when does he welcome hugs?

"Alastor! Sweetie! Doll face! So good to see you! How ya been? Good? Good." Mimzy greets Alastor as the two hug. I think I might get sick again.

I do my best to back away from this situation and go behind Husk's bar for retreat. I really don't feel like interacting with a woman that I was in the same circles with when I was alive.