Alastor's Vs

Chapter 18

Alastor's POV

We get down to Hell again and into Cannibal Town. Rosie thanks Zestial, who quickly leaves after the green light. He does a small bow to Lilith and a few words before officially leaving. I chuckle as he disappears from sight. Rosie takes us to her house.

Apparently now I'm dragged into a girl's sleepover type thing. I feel like the gay man friend now. Lilith and Rosie do my hair, even though there's not much to really work with. They put these curler things in my hair as they talk. First, us three had a conversation about Heaven's unfair rules. Lilith first talks about her time in Eden and the asshole Adam. Her words, not mine. He sounds like an asshole though. Then on the topic of bad relationships, Rosie talks about Franklin. I never liked that man. Glad she ate him. I got his arm too. He didn't taste bad, but he wasn't the best. I've had better.

After they do my hair, I'm suddenly pulled into a different chair. The girls keep talking as a bunch of things I'm not too sure of the name are applied onto my face. I know what eyeshadow is, that's about it really. And lipstick. About everything else is witchcraft to me. I don't say a word. Lilith and Rosie continue to, as Rosie would say it, doll me up as they talk and talk.

Apparently no one knows where Eve went after she ate the apple. Not even God knows, from what Lilith's saying. Weird she disappeared like that, especially if God doesn't know her location. Weird.

"Well don't you look pretty, darling," Rosie says, spinning the chair to face a large mirror. I practically look like a female. Lilith uses her magic to change me into a dress. I look at them annoyed as they giggle. The dress is nice, I'll admit. This will be a one time thing. I won't wear it outside of this room. That's for sure.

"This is a good look for you," Lilith comments. Rosie nods, agreeing with her girlfriend.

"Sad we'll take it all off when it's time to sleep," Rosie adds.

"Indeed." I cross my arms. I'm done. "Let's do something more...colorful." Rosie oooo's and I raise an eyebrow. I'm pulled back into the chair and they start talking while removing the makeup, then adding more. Different makeup.

Let's just say they did this all night.

When I was finally let go from becoming a barbie doll, Rosie set the guest room for me. I don't really have a place. When I first arrived in Hell, I would just stay deep in the forest. Then when I came back after my seven year absence, I stayed at the hotel. Then I stayed at the V's tower for a bit. Now I'm here. I've never really had a place to call home since I've arrived in Hell. I lay on the bed and quickly fall into slumber.

I walk in an empty void. Or somewhere. It's dark everywhere. I'm human again, barefoot, wearing Vox's larger clothing. The floor has a thin layer of water. Cold water. I walk slowly in one direction, no idea where I'm going. The cold water numbing my human toes as I continue to walk. Such an odd place to be. How'd I get here?

"Come back, Alastor," Vox's voice rings everywhere.

"Where are you? I...I can't see you. Vox!" I yell out. I look around myself hopelessly. I can't even figure out where his voice is coming from. It's everywhere.

I take a step, but fall into the water. I land in a place similar to Val's studio. Different demons all over me. Licking me, kissing me, touching me. I feel someone pull me out by my shirt but I'm only pulled into a wall. The wall tilts and falls down. Everyone disappears.

Lucifer stands in front of me. He squats down and gives an evil smile.

"Aw, it's the unloved deer demon. Used and now hiding." I clench my fists. "Vox and Val are doing better without you." I try to protest but I can't make anything out. Lucifer holds up my head and I'm suddenly tied down to a chair. "See."

A picture box plays in front of me. Val and Vox are on it, flirting with each other. Looking happier than ever. Kissing. Being together. Without me.

Tears start forming in my eyes and I'm forced to watch. A force keeping my eyes open, as much as I want to shut them. It's not real. It's not real.

I shoot up from slumber. It's all a dream. I'm panting. My heart is racing my chest. Like it's trying to find a way to escape.

I need to go.