Never Gone (AlastorXOC)

CHAPTER SEVEN - WELCOME TO HEAVEN!

After checking on my territory, I went to visit Rosie in Cannibal Town. I was well acquainted with her, due to her and I's shared tendencies of, y'know, cannibalism.

It was a habit I adapted when I was still on Earth, which probably didn't help my situation with him, I'm looking back now and realising.

Anyways, exposition time! It was harsh winter in 1926, which was surprising considering we were in the deep south of the United States in Louisiana, but anyways, it was harsh. I was a dressmaker in life, (with a side job of being a serial killer and necromancer at the same time! Cool, right?) and while it paid okay, running a business all alone as a woman in those was hard, to say the least. Hell, I couldn't even vote! Pushing that aside, I was low on food. It was enough to keep me alive, but I wasn't exactly thriving. Needless to say, you can probably guess what happened next. Killed a victim, got a little curious, tried it, decided, "Hey! This'll do!" and that's how I became a cannibal, in simple terms.

But, back to Rosie. We also connected over our love of dressmaking and the like. She knew of my situation with Alastor, but not the other one.

She found the boyish rivalry between the literal King of Hell, fallen archangel, son of God, and the Radio Demon, a human soul who took charge of his own fate amusing. To be fair, I did as well, but I found most things amusing.

When I had returned to the hotel, I had a nice chat with Husker and Angel Dust over a couple of glasses, and I maaaaay have gotten a little tipsy. Apparently Angel Dust had somehow convinced me to play 'Truth or Dare,' which, although I was aware of the existence of, I had never played myself. I was never a social child, and my being different often shunned me from society.

Luckily, Angel Dust was just respectful enough to refrain from inquiring about my personal life or my sex life, which was honestly surprising, coming from him, but it was mostly dull stuff like when I died, how, where I lived, how old I was, etcetera, etcetera.

But anyways, another day had passed and it was the day that Charlotte, Vaggie, Alastor, and I went up to Heaven for the meeting. Charlie informed Alastor and I that we wouldn't be allowed outside of our rooms unless her or Vaggie or an angelic higher up or something were with us, 'precautions,' Heaven had said. I don't blame them, honestly. I mean, they were probably pissed off enough, having to allow the Princess of Hell and her girlfriend up into Heaven and in the Heavenly Court, but they were virtuous enough so it wasn't that big a deal.

However, Alastor and I? We were probably considered the worst of the worst. We're both Overlords in Hell, having mercilessly murdered thousands upon thousands of human souls, maybe even millions. I didn't get butt-hurt over the regulations, they were justified, after all. I would be respectful enough up there, I had manners. Alastor, however? I wasn't sure about him. His ego would probably make him get over his head and make him think Charlotte could protect him from anything he did if he was allowed to roam Heaven freely.

Plus, we weren't even supposed to be there. We committed heinous sins in life, and had no desire for redemption, so the fact that we get to see the Pearly Gates at all is surprising, to say the least.

Alastor and I were waiting downstairs for Vaggie and Charlie to come down. No doubt Charlie was frantically reviewing the things she planned to bring and rambling to Vaggie. I almost felt bad for the poor girl.

Finally, the girls came down and talked to the residents of the hotel one last time to make sure they knew the rules for when we were gone before we jumped into the portal. I, of course, as the gracious lady I was, shoved Alastor into the portal and curtsying to the girls as they passed me into the portal, and after they went through I threatened the residents, waved goodbye and left.

Now we stood at the gates, Alastor getting up off the ground after I shoved him. He gave me a nasty glare and flattened his ears, conveying all his emotions as Charlie talked to the angel at the gates, who I could only assume was Saint Peter. I wasn't a religious person when I was alive, I'm still not really one, but I at least was aware of basic Christian knowledge.

"Oh, fuck! Heheh... yikes, right...? Are you sure you're in the right place?" Saint Peter chuckled nervously when Charlie told him who got her the meeting and who her father was.

(that's probably not his actual voice line but i don't wanna go back and see that twink ass bitch. btw this is also in no way supposed to be episode six. this isn't in the original hazbin universe so... yah)

The sound of feathers cutting through the clean, pristine atmosphere drew my attention to above us. I witnessed two animalistic creatures, even more animalistic than most of the sinners I've seen, flying down towards us and transforming to a more 'friendly' appearance.

"Don't worry, Saint Peter," My assumptions were correct! Yippee. "We'll take it from here." The larger seraphim spoke, her voice commanding, but in no haughty.

"Greetings, Daughter of the Morningstar, sinners, you are blessed to be here." She said, her and the smaller seraphim touching down to the floor.

"Hi! I'm Emily, but you can call me Em, Emmy, E, anything!" The littler one piped up, putting her hands together happily. "Welcome to Heaven!"

(I AM NOT PUTTING THAT NASTY, DASTARDLY SONG IN HERE.)

As we got a tour from the seraphim, mostly Emily, I noticed how out of place we looked, mainly Alastor and I, what with our conflicting colour palettes and out-of-date clothing style. I also noticed how quiet Alastor had been, aside from the occasional question to keep the conversation rolling. He was usually a chatterbox and wouldn't shut his mouth, which I found odd considering his now almost dazed state. He was almost paranoid, his ears flicking to every little sound he heard, his eyes flitting from angel to angel, almost like he was trying to avoid a person.

I brushed it off. He was always odd.

Charlie seemed the most excited out of all of this. She probably knew this was most likely her last chance to see Heaven, because there was little chance she could be redeemed. If she could, she definitely would've been already.

I felt someone's eyes on me, and I looked up towards the other seraphim, whose name I learned from Emily and her incessant yapping. She was almost like Charlie if she was heaven-born. Sera, the other seraphim, was looking at me with quite the curious look in her eyes, as well as a flicker of recognition, which I felt was odd because there was no way she knew of me or my reputation. I severely doubted Heaven kept up with Hell's politics and who was in power or not. With my long-standing place in power and the surprising amount of power I held, and also being acquainted with Lucifer and Lilith themselves, there was a sliver of possibility she had heard at least one story about me, however.

By the time we reached the place we would all be staying for the day we were there, I was about ready to tear my ears off. Emily and Charlie talked the whole way there about some useless bullshit I couldn't care less about. I needed a break, really.

The four of us were split up into three rooms: one for me, one for Alastor, and the other for the girls.

For security, there was to be an Exorcist on guard at all of our doors at all times, with special watch on Alastor and I's. Again, I didn't blame them.

As soon as I entered my room I about near collapsed on the bed. From my ears on the verge of bleeding, the overwhelmingly bright atmosphere of Heaven, and the non-stop good vibes from the place, I felt sick. There was absolutely no evil to be detected anywhere, no dark places, no shadows, and way, way, waaaaaaay too many eyes everywhere.

I buried my face in the covers in the okay bed, I suppose. I far preferred my room in the hotel, but it would do for a day. I let the dark of the sheets against my tuckered out eyes sooth my nerves and allow me some asylum and to mediate the urge to purge half of Hell as soon as we returned home.

I didn't dare risk taking off my skull. Knowing how apprehensive Heaven was about Alastor and I, they probably had a camera planted in both our rooms.

The meeting wasn't for another few hours, so I allowed myself to calm down. I needed it.

• A/N •

thank you for reading this chapter <3 i'm kinda happy with how it turned out, and it was a lot longer than the other chapters, surprisingly. 1558 words