My Darling | Chalastor ✔

Chapter 1: Greetings and Meetings

"As most of you know, I was born here in hell. And, growing up, I always tried to see the good in everything around me. Hell is my home as you are my people! We just went through another extermination. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year. And no one is ever given a chance! I can't stand idly while the place I live is subjected to such violence!" The television spoke, making my ears twitch. I turn my vision and observe the creatures around the television. I approach and notice a young girl yelling her heart and soul.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitas sinners!" She yelled even more, making more demons surround the television. By the amount of demons and creatures, I was pushed away.

I walked down the streets of hell when I encounter a strangely odd spider.

"Watch where your going, prick!" He yelled without hesitation. I smiled widely and gave him my hand. He looked up at me with confusion and smacked my hand away.

"Why hello there young fellow, I didn't see you there. My name is Alastor and I am pleased to make your acquaintance!" I grin at him, while I twirled my staff. He gives an unforgettable expression.

"The name is TBA, but everyone calls me Angle Dust" He said with a unpleasant look on his face. Even though the situation was uncomfortable, I didn't stop grinning.

"How about I buy you a drink sir. You seem like a nice fellow!" I grinned even wider then before. He rolled his eyes and agreed. As we walked down the streets, we passed a vending machine. Angle Dust ran up to it, without me realizing, and punched in his nickname. Also known as drug.

"Look man, everyone has there own stuff. You have the grin, I have the drugs" He snickered. He opened the bag and shoved his face into the powder, only to sniff it. He acted just like a dog. I laughed twice before I smiled again.

"So Dust, do you have a clue about the fiasco happening? The hotel appearance in hell?" I asked without removing the grin off my face. Angel Dust threw his head back with pink and white stuff all around his mouth and nose.

"Yeah yeah. One of my friends friend, is the princess of hell. That demon on the television was the princess named Charlotte. They call her Charlie for short." He replies, only then to stuff his face back into the bag.

We finally approach the bar. Dust had already finished his appetizer and now he was ready for some drinks. The bar was across the soon to be "hotel", which gave the bar a higher chance of getting double payed.

We sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to approach.

"Two cups of your finest red wine good sir!" I tell the bartender with a huge grin on my face. Angel dust began to scratch on the woods bar table with a hint of unsureness.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" I asked him with a slight laugh at the end. The wine arrived and as soon as I took a sip of it, Dust had already chugged it down.

"Hit me with a shot of the fucking good ass tequila!" Dust yelled at the bartender. I cross my front leg and place it on top of the left leg and observe his body language.

"Dust, What's on your mind?" I asked him, placing the glass of wine back on the wooden counter. He threw his first two arms in the back of his head, the second arms he crossed and the last two were dangling from the stool.

"None of your fucking business, strawberry pimp!" He yells as he receives the bloody tequila. He chugged that one as well and placed it hardly on the counter. He huffed and puffed before his eyes where shot open.