It took you a while to come to peace with your new hellish appearance. You didn't like it, but eventually, you learned to live with it. But sometimes, insecurities got to you, making you overanalyze every single insignificant detail.
Your relationship with Alastor surely didn't help either. It wasn't his fault that his endless chain of compliments would easily be overlooked by you when you'd see how many demons wanted him. You knew he used to be a handsome man, ladies always trying to get with him. And Hell didn't change this too much - every time you went for a stroll with him in the Cannibal City, women would go out of their way to talk to him, completely ignoring your angry glares.
Alastor rejecting them every time was a temporary relief for your sanity, but his attempts to make you understand that he had eyes for no other got quickly destroyed when you met Mimzy.
You weren't exactly jealous of Alastor's female friends. Rosie was a sweetheart, always on your side whenever you two would fight, trying her best to console you whenever Alastor would cross the line. She had her fair share of relationships in her lifetime, so you trusted every piece of advice that came out of her.
Nifty quickly became your shadow, because if Alastor liked someone that much, it meant they're a good person, right? She never left your side, always a few steps behind so she can make sure no harm will come your way. You quickly got the title "Queen Roach" from her, which you absolutely adored.
But Mimzy was... a different case.
Alastor was so excited when you two finally got to meet, and at first, you were too. Alastor took you to one of her shows and you absolutely loved her singing. She greeted you with smiles and compliments, but as soon as Alastor left to talk to some of his associates, her whole façade crumbled to pieces.
It wasn't hard to understand that she hated you, her snarky comments slowly getting to you.
You weren't really the kind to get into arguments, especially when she and your lover were such good friends, so you would just listen to her horrible remarks about you.
You didn't tell Alastor for a while and, frankly, didn't plan on doing it. It wasn't that often you and Mimzy would meet anyway, so you could just deal with it for the time being.
But one night, after another concert of Mimzy and another row of injuries to your ego, you couldn't help it. You rushed straight to the bathroom, letting the water muffle your cries.
You kept your head in your hands, trying your best not to be heard by Alastor, who was just a door away. Mimzy's words replayed in your head: every single defect she brought up, every time she told you Alastor would be better off with someone else bit at you, making your soul hurt. Lost in your thoughts, you failed to hear the door open. You didn't notice the slow footsteps that approached, and you were taken by surprise when slender fingers started caressing your cheek. You quickly looked up, your mascara smeared on your cheeks, and met Alastor's gaze with your red, puffy eyes.
"Darling... What is wrong?"
Your eyes were wide as you tried to find your words, but failed miserably. You tried to look away, but his hand kept your head in place. "Nothing... I just... Had a fight with Angel Dust and..." You tried to lie, not daring to look into his eyes.
Alastor's eyes narrowed slightly as he heard your words, clearly not falling for your excuse. He knew you too well to believe that. "Don't lie to me, dear." He said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle and serious at the same time. "I know it's not just that. Tell me the truth."
You sighed. "I... I look awful..."
Alastor's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his hand pausing as he caressed your cheek. He tilted his head slightly to the side as if trying to determine whether you were serious or not.
