𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

(✡SPECIAL BONUS CHAPTER #5/FINALE✡)

THE DREAM STATE ATMOSPHERE...IT DOESN'T seem all that familiar like it does in Alastor's other dreams.

Alastor finds himself standing in the library of his grand Victorian styled mansion, the black and red curtains drawn back to let in Hell's sunlight, the smell of pungent coffee and spices wafting in the air with decorative trophy heads of deer hanging on the stone walls around him.

Yes, everything is not out of the ordinary. Except...sitting in the corner of the library is the rather dashing, modestly dressed Radio Demon, Alastor himself.

He's not wearing his usual 1920s themed suit, but instead he wears a loose white shirt with cuff links and suspenders while it remains tucked in his black, dust free pants.

A thick book rests on his lap while an ancient radio plays an old timey tune one can find themselves humming under there breath, despite not knowing or knowing the song.

Though something seems a little off about this version of the Radio Demon.

His smile on his face seems genuine--which is something that the REAL Alastor lacks.
His face almost appears aged, and his entire demeanor screams  with satisfaction...with what?

What could this dream version of Alastor possibly be happy about?
Besides being an absolute feared monster in all of Hell, and claiming the souls of thousands. Perhaps that's what this dream is about? Alastor's biggest, darkest wish coming to fruition?

Let him check and see.

Alastor curiously glances left and right in this dream searching for any bloodied bodies or Hell's gleaming crown that may sit as a trophy in the corner, but finds nothing.

Instead, he HEARS something.

The laughter of a small little girl echoes through the hallway, catching Alastor immediately off guard, his eyes widening upon seeing the actual CHILD appear before him.

Two fluffy deer ears stick out of the top of her royal maroon hair, her sclera a bloody red color with violet iris, while two fangs barely the length of a pinky nail sticks out her top row of gleaming white teeth that are revealed by the bright wide smile on her face.

Alastor's smile...

The lavender colored dress this girl wears bounces with every step she takes, her thick sleeves extravagant and made of silk, though possessing the evident hand sewn look.
She looks rather adorable, yet the image seems a little...too sweet.

Alastor witnesses this child boldly run up to the dream version of himself, eagerly climbing up on his chair without waiting for permission as she happily speaks in his face.

"Papa! Papa I learned a new dance!"

A dance?
PAPA?!

"A dance you say, hm? You must show me!" He sets the girl down, standing up from his comfortable chair to watch with curious and excited eyes as this girl positions her feet to perform this so-called dance she's learned.

Since when did this come to be? A strange yet almost familiar child in Alastor's dreams? AND WHY DOES THIS DREAM VERSION OF ALASTOR SEEM SO EAGER TO BE AROUND THIS GIRL?!

It doesn't seem right.

Then again, dreams always have the tendency to be a medley of oddities.

But for some reason, this specific dream doesn't exactly feel like a figment of a person's imagination.
It...almost seems like a window to possible...a future? No, don't be silly.