Never Gone (AlastorXOC)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - UNWELCOME SURPRISE

When I made my way downstairs after a few hours' fitful rest, I witnessed Charlie and Vaggie talking and laughing like Vaggie's biggest secret hadn't been revealed the day before. Couple goals, not going to lie.

Angel had already left for work, which was unfortunate. Husk was passed out at the bar, unsurprisingly. Pentious was chasing his Egg Boiz around, and Niffty was no where to be found. Alastor was also missing in action.

I walked over to the kitchen and dug around in the freezer for a moment before sighing and resigning to visiting Rosie later. I could already feel the hunger biting at my stomach. Curse Hell for making me have these cravings. I mean, I was already a cannibal when I was alive, but who cares?

"What're you searching for, darling?" Alastor's voice startled me, causing me to stand and turn around, my wings emerging on instinct as I pushed him against the wall. I quickly realised my mistake and chuckled nervously, stepping back.

"Sorry." I apologised half-heartedly, my wings folding back into my back.

His eyes narrowed as he glared up at me. "Quite alright, darling. I know you've been on edge lately." He said smugly.

I hummed in response, sashaying out of the kitchen. I heard him follow me.

Soon as I exited the kitchen, there was a rhythmic knock at the door. Charlie's head swiftly turned towards it and damn near teleported to it.

I hissed softly as I felt my brand hurt. Why the fuck would it hurt now? No way that bastard made it into Hell.

Charlie opened the door, having to raise her head to stare at the new arrival.

HIM AGAIN?? How the fuck did he get down here? Why is he here? Fuck him.

"Oh, hello!" Charlie squealed, pulling him into the hotel. "What's your name?"

"Azrael. You must be my niece, Charlotte! Oh, how nice it is to finally meet you." He responded joyfully, bending at the waist to give her hand a polite, platonic smooch. He was always so proper.

"I actually prefer Charlie..." She corrected quietly, suddenly seeming a bit more nervous. I mean, if you ran a hotel all about rehabilitation and the archangel of death appeared at your doorway, wouldn't you be a little worried as well?

Azrael's eyes darted around the room before they eventually landed on me. He stared at me for a second before returning his gaze to Charlie. "Of course, my mistake." He straightened back up. "Anyways, the Heavenly Court reviewed your hotel, blah blah, all that nonsense, and decided to send me! For some reason." He added the last part under his breath.

Charlie gasped, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, oh! That's amazing! This is what I needed!!" She smiled before Vaggie pulled her away for a moment so she didn't get too excited. She soon returned, a bit more calm now. "Would you like a tour and to meet our residents?" She asked, putting on a posh accent, for some odd reason.

"I'd be delighted to, Princess." He said kindly.

"Oh, please, just call me Charlie. I don't like all that... formality stuff. Makes me feel like I'm different from other people down here." She chuckled nervously as she lead him towards Vaggie.

Vaggie glared at Azrael. No way she had ever met him before. From what he'd told me, he wasn't very active in Heaven because of his demanding job, and that included the Exterminations. "Thiiis is my girlfriend, Vaggie!" Charlie stated, still grinning.

"Nice to meet you, Vaggie." He nodded towards her.

Charlie eventually introduced him to everyone except Alastor and I. Little did she know, Azrael and I didn't need any introduction, but she didn't need to know that.

"And thiiis is Hecate and Alastor! They're Overlords down here and help me manage the hotel!" She put a hand on my shoulder and almost did the same for Alastor before pulling away.

"Pleasure to meet the both of you." He reached out and took my hand, pressing his lips to the back of my hand before shaking Alastor's hand, surprisingly. Even more shocking, Alastor didn't wipe his hand on his coat.

"Pleased to meet you, as well!" Alastor grinned, his ears flicking slightly. I merely nodded at him.

"Well, I'd best be off. I need to visit a friend of mine, and need to buy food more to my taste. Au revoir, my greasy compadres!" I waved goodbye as I hastily left the hotel.

I speed-walked to Cannibal Town, not bothering to teleport. Sinners scrambled out of my path. I didn't blame them. I probably looked terrifying to the average sinner traversing the street.

I continued on my journey until I reached Cannibal Town, ignoring the countless cannibals feasting on random sinners that were unfortunate to stumble upon the town.

For the town being ran and filled by cannibals, it was remarkably clean, setting aside the aforementioned corpses lying on the ground.

It had more of a 1910s structure to it, which no doubt was a reason why Alastor and I were drawn to it. It reminded me of my childhood, really. And with most of the residents being familiar to me and also friendly as all get-out, except for Susan, it was one of my favourite spots in Hell.

Of course, there also was Rosie. She was the one who ran the whole town, as well as an Overlord and a dear friend of mine. She wasn't as aware of all of my problems as Lucifer, Vox, or Husk was, but she knew the problem with Alastor and I. Not only is she a good friend, but she also supplies the best human... demon meat in all Rings of Hell. And with my pangs of hunger, I needed it desperately.

Hopefully Rosie would serve as a distraction with Azrael's arrival to the hotel and all of the other batshit crazy developments in my undead, already deceased life. Here's to the Fuckening!

• A/N •

hellllloooo. i might be losing inspiration for this story ruh roh 💔💔 anyways while scrolling on pinterest i found this??? oh and my alastor board has reached 500 pins. and while checking how many pins there were the fucking wood showed up again. that's alotta wood. 1048 words. PATHETIC.