Alastor x Reader Oneshots *Slow Updates*

Soul Part 1

A/N: Hey, took a while, but I finally found the motivation, would y'all like a Nosferatu inspired chapter next or nah? I might do it anyway. This takes place post angel attack on the hotel. Fem reader I imagine in my head because dommy mommy :3 (No smut tho just hate, but I could do some smut? Maybe I know he's ace, but I also know it's not black and white but a spectrum, so what do y'all think?) Anyway, warning Y/N is mean to Alastor a little, I just wanted to be mean to a man/j.

A sharp knock at the heavy, ornate door echoed through the dimly lit hallway, breaking the stillness like a crack of thunder. The unexpected sound rippled through the air, stirring a whisper of intrigue among the hotel's shadows. Visits to this place-this haven built to rehabilitate the damned. Alastor, the ever-grinning radio demon, tilted his head slightly, his perpetual toothy smirk unwavering as he strode toward the door with his signature flourish. Answering the door as the others were decidingly busy at the moment. Yet when he swung it open, the sight of you-the very one who held the very contract for his soul-hit him like a jolt of static. For the briefest flicker of a moment, his grin faltered, his crimson eyes narrowing before the practiced façade snapped back into place before his Cheshire grin returned

He'd kill you if he could. And you knew it. He knew it. He thought it. You smiled as if you could read his thoughts, and maybe you could, he was never really sure about that.

"Alastor, Darling, I did not expect to find you in a place like this, Turning a new leaf?" You said in a mocking tone. Your voice honeyed, sickly sweet. To hell with you, he hated it. He hated you. However, despite his hate, and the venom he could spew out at you, he kept his composure as always.

First and foremost, he was a gentleman. And second, you owned his soul, and he knew enough from his own relationships and dynamics with the souls he collected not to offend you.

Alastor forced a laugh, and it came out smooth--or as smooth as the sound crackling unevenly through his static voice--as if he was not bothered in the slightest over your sudden arrival. Was he fooling you? Was he fooling himself? Beneath the polished veneer, his mind churned-a tempest of irritation, insecurity, and something darker he refused to name.

""Hello there, my dear," he greeted, the yellow toothy grin gleaming, returned to his face, although his eyes narrowed every so slightly. "I suppose you could say that I'm simply having a little fun."

"Oh, Fun, you say? You never could quite pass up an opportunity for entertainment, could you, Pet?" You chuckled, the way the pet name left your tongue was demeaning, and you meant it to be. Oh, how beautifully cruel you were. Alastor would admire it if he was not on the receiving end of it. There was an elegance to your cruelty, a perfection in the way you dismantled him piece by piece, and despite the sting, a part of him marveled at it. Admiring it like the edge of a flawless blade glinting in the sunlight.

Another thing, he hated your pet names. Another thing, he hated your pet names. A shiver rippled across his skin, a strange sensation that twisted and coiled like unseen tendrils, leaving him uncertain whether it was fear, revulsion, or something far more elusive.

"Now, how could one simply pass up an opportunity for fun?" he replied, his voice remaining polite but the edge in his tone becoming all the more apparent. "Now, pray tell, darling, why are you here? I assume you haven't come to simply make some jabs at me."

"Oh pet, you wound me" You said, a smirk curling at the edges of your lips like smoke lifting from a snuffed candle, and it was the truth for the most part, but you could never give up an opportunity such as mess with him. "No I am here, because as much as you hate it we are the same, and I'd like some quality entertainment too." Though unlike Alastor she was not here to see the hotel guest fail, she was here to observe Alastor and what wacky situations he might get himself into as he "aided" the princess of hell in her endeavors. She found Alastor to be amusing and entertaining, and she was curious to see what he would do next. She was determined to stay and observe, no matter what the princess of hell had to say.

He shook his head, still grinning. "It's quite amusing, really, but far from realistic. But yes, she does believe so."

"How... Charming" You chuckle, "I admire her dedication, at the very least."

"I'm surprised with you Alastor, I did hear all about the fight with those angels. How you stuck around and fought, how altruistic of you, Pet. You aren't going soft are you

His head tilted back, exposing the curve of his throat as his amusement spilled out, raw and unguarded, The irony twisted his smile "Oh my dear, that couldn't be father from the truth" Despite his hate, if things were different he could see you being a close friend-that is if things were different you owned his soul, and you could be just as cruel as him. He almost recognized it as some sort of Karma, but his pride wouldn't accept that as any form of truth.