Trapped (Alastor x reader)

This Is (NOT) The End

Not an April Fools joke, this is real ENJOY!

Verosica should have known something was off the moment she had seen that f*cking black van driving past the alleyway she had been hiding in. Unfortunately, she needed a quick 'pick me up' (aka liquid courage after sucking a pig d*ck to get it for free) before she risked leaving the area with her stash. That had been her first mistake, because not long after that, when she had left the little hole in the wall, the van appeared again from behind her, and she fell to the ground after something had pricked her skin.

All this because she couldn't shift into her human disguise, which had occurred many months ago, along with her 'friends', thanks to the whole fiasco, they had constantly been on the run until they could find a way to get back home.

She should have known that, just like her relationship with a certain imp, her luck would eventually run dry and she would suffer heavy consequences for this whole thing.

And considering the fact that she and her 'friends' were now in cages too small for their figures, wings and arms tied up in a completely not fun way and impossible to get out of, tails included, her species charm not working on any of the humans, and having a shock collar around her neck, she knew that she would die in this place. Other demons included.

Along with a few certain imps with their little, and very shaved and de-clawed wolf.

She would give anything to go back home. To bask in the ring of Lust, to be in the presence of her Lord Asmodeus. The irony wasn't lost on her with that statement.

"Rise and shine, you filthy demons"

Verosica had to hold back the growl that threatened to come out not this loud mouth sh*t for brains again

"Get these things rolled into the main area, the purification will commence there"

Purification? Something was telling her that things were about to get royally f*cked hard and fast. In a bad way.

"Place this one with that demon claiming to be a Princess"

It took everything in Verosica not to react to that statement. Claiming to be a Princess? It could not be the Princess and daughter to King Lucifer. Please. For the love of all sins, please let it not be her.

Because she did not dare to think of the outcome should Lord Asmodeus or the king finding out she was here and, most likely, harmed or near death.

Angel thought he had seen everything, but now he was beginning to understand that, that was never the case. And for the first time in his afterlife, he almost wished that he was back at the hotel, or even at the studio under Val's watchful gaze. Heh, funny.

Now here he was, collared like an animal that also held a 'shocking' experience for him, naked of fur except for his 'good stuff', curled up with only half a leg and one operating arm left after the, monsters, tore out the other limbs, that also included his third set, and his mask was slowly breaking from all the torture he was going through. Seriously, Val's methods were never this bad. At this point, they almost seemed humane.

Ironic how the living were torturing him far worse than what Val ever did to him. And that. Was saying a lot. Hell, look at them all now. Alastor still had a loss of limbs, a collar just like everyone else, his ears having been cut off and cauterized, and like Nifty, bald, and were somehow still unconscious but alive without so much as a twitch in their faces, along with muzzles like they were f*cking animals that needed to be retrained. Husk was completely fur-free, de-clawed, covered in needle and burn marks, and currently shivering in his little cage.