𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝙃.𝘽, 𝙃.𝙃

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟮𝟵

As the first light of dawn pierced the dense canopy of the lush green clearing, Y/N gracefully emerged from her secluded sanctuary, the morning dew glistening on her scales as she spread her majestic wings. The stark contrast between the vibrant foliage below and the desolate, charred forest that lay ahead served as a stark reminder of the tumultuous events that had unfolded. With a gentle flap of her wings, she ascended into the crisp air and hovered above the grim landscape, searching for any signs of life amidst the ashen ruins. Her gaze eventually fell upon the once opulent hotel that now bore the scars of the fiery battle.

Upon landing delicately on the marble stairs leading to the hotel's grand entrance, Y/N felt a sudden shift in the very fabric of her being. The powerful magic within her surged as she transformed back into her human guise, leaving behind the fiery essence of her true form. Her footsteps echoed softly through the empty corridors, a poignant reminder of the chaos that had once reigned supreme in this place.

It was in this moment that she was greeted by the ever-dapper Alastor, his sharp eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief as he took in her disheveled appearance. He offered her a courteous bow, extending his hand with a flourish that seemed almost out of place amidst the destruction.

"Ah, my dear," Alastor began, his voice a smooth blend of concern and amusement. "You've arrived just in time to join me for a cup of tea."

Without missing a beat, Y/N accepted his invitation, her curiosity piqued by the unexpected gesture of hospitality. "I'd be delighted, Alastor."

He led her through the hotel's grand lobby, his grip on her hand firm yet gentle. The warmth of his touch was comforting, a stark contrast to the cold, lifeless corridors they traversed. As they approached his chamber, the faint sound of laughter and conversation grew louder, hinting at the presence of others within.

Pushing open the ornate doors, they were met with the sight of Angel Dust and Charlie, engrossed in a lively exchange. The atmosphere was filled with an undeniable sense of camaraderie, a stark juxtaposition to the tension that had previously suffocated the air.

Charlie's eyes lit up at the sight of the Dragon Queen, a wide smile spreading across her face as she jumped to her feet. "Y/N, my dear! You're back!"

Their reunion was a heartfelt one, with Charlie wrapping her arms around the stoic figure in a warm embrace. Y/N felt a flicker of warmth in her cold heart, the gesture of affection a stark reminder of the alliances she had forged in this bizarre world. However, the tender moment was abruptly interrupted by Alastor, who insisted on stealing her away for their private rendezvous.

"Now, now, Charlie," he chided playfully, his eyes gleaming. "I must borrow our lovely guest for a brief soiree. You shall see her again tonight, I assure you."

With that, he guided Y/N into his opulent suite, where a table laden with a fine selection of teas and delicate pastries awaited them. The room's walls were adorned with velvet drapes that swayed gently in the breeze from the open windows, allowing the faint scent of the surrounding destruction to mingle with the more pleasant aromas of their impromptu tea party.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," Alastor urged, gesturing to a plush chair opposite his own.

Y/N complied, her serpentine tail coiled elegantly over her lap as she picked up her delicate teacup with a trembling hand. The warm liquid soothed her parched throat as she took a tentative sip, her eyes never leaving Alastor's enigmatic gaze.

Before long, the sound of their laughter and the clinking of porcelain could be heard throughout the otherwise desolate hotel, the echoes bouncing off the walls in a harmonious symphony of companionship. The tension that had once filled the air had dissipated, replaced by an easy camaraderie that belied the horrors they had all recently faced.