Strings of Fate

Chapter 19: Poisonous Revelation

Y/n's POV:

 

Every evening, a new show was held. And everyday, more sinners came to witness the songs I sang more confidently everytime. Yes, of course I was still a bit stressed the afternoon before, but it started to be one of excitement. Excited to show my vocals to everyone.

And how could I not thank the Spiders, they were all so kind to me! It was like no contract was between us, only a whole new friendship. We visited Rosie and I still helped her with the merchandise for her Emporium during the day, and she has come to one of my night stage performances.

Alexander, that he now let us call Alex, was a pinch more open to ideas and changes instead of what his ego wanted.

Arabelle still held her fiery temper, but was now better with me teasing her with it and sometimes even chuckles at it when she thinks I'm not looking.

Andrew seemed to hold back a bit more on letting himself go with his emotions, but he was always making me laugh at his horrible jokes and made me feel at ease.

Ghost was the more childish of them all. Nevertheless, his actions like being around me at near always and giving me little flowers and seashells were adorable. He never talked, but his child-like height and his gestures made me feel like I became a parent figure to him.

Aphrodite, well... Let's just say she always sees kinks and porn ideas everywhere. However, her flirty self did helped me a few times to get out of situations with haters and angry Amber's fans that tries to stop the show.

Tonight wasn't any different. It was another stage night for me, one where Alex had already made the dress and made me promised to not change anything. "Expensive fabric", he responded when I asked.

And here I am now, dressed up in in the roaring 1920 dress he created.

-Here you go, all set and tell me what you think.

The dress was quite similar to the one my mother made me wear at my wedding years ago. Instead of a ivory, almost pink, color, it was a more snowy, near silver, tone. Instead of a length stopping at my ankles, the fabric ended at my knees. And the heels were at a good height, foot measurement and color, because those heels back then were a literal pain itself.

I thought for some time, thinking of the best answer for that dress. But only one would be the thing to say.

-Perfect.

Alastor's POV:

 

It's been days since Y/n's father gave me his benediction to... How could I say it? Court them? Anyways, that is not the time to search a propre term.

All of those days were mostly in my Radio Tower, trying to change my mind from this event. However, it didn't work.

The way he accepted me if Y/n and I start a relationship, even though I was a mass killer, was quite the eye opening. Either by the fact he was saying that while behind drunk and drugged, either because it is most likely possible that they never looked at me like one before.

Nonetheless, I decided today to change the routine and go on another walk in Hell's streets. Those sinners' terror faces and burning themselves at my view only was all I needed, without forgetting it is quite the entertainment.