Second Chances | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

The Stranger in the Red Suit

Sometimes life ends up like a bad country song, or in my case, hell ends up like a bad country song. I couldn't help but think this over and over as I cleared plates from empty tables while praying customers left me a semi-decent tip. Three more hours of this before I could go home. 

My cynical train of thought was derailed as the diner bell chimed overhead.

"Welcome, hun," I said, grabbing a menu, "Grab a seat and I'll be right with you." The customer sat down in a corner booth, unfolding a newspaper and quietly began to read. 

"Can I get you started with anything to drink?" I asked, setting the menu down beside him. The demon set down his paper, turn a crimson gaze towards me.

"Just a sweet tea," He gave me a insane Cheshire grin. I gave him a small smile back before retreating to fill his drink order. 

Half hidden behind a pie stand, I got a better look at him as I poured his tea. The demon was tall and lean, dressed well in a red suit that never went out of style. A monocle completed the look, giving him an air of someone who would be more comfortable in a ritzy restaurant rather than a hole in the wall diner. Oh well, to each their own.

Three Hours Later...

Door locked. Check. Alarm Set. Check. I shoved my diner key into my pocket as I turned towards home. It was dark out, and I desperately wished I had saved to purchase that gun on sale rather than attempt to fix my crappy car. It hadn't worked. 

I tried to make myself look as small as possible as I walked down the streets of Hell. There were all sorts of evil out at night, and the last thing I wanted was to run into one. 

"Pretty lady." A nasally voice said in a sing song way, "Oh pretty lady." I turned to find a half decayed demon reaching out with one skeletal hand. Panicked, I turned to run, but the demon grabbed me by the collar of my jacket, yanking me backwards. 

My scream was knocked out of me as I landed on the sidewalk. The demon leered over me, bloated tongue lulling grotesquely. 

"Pity to end your fun," A voice said, stepping from the shadows, "But the lady is claimed." The decaying demon looked up and blanched. With a hiss, it slunk off back down the alley, out of sight. I turned to find the tall customer from earlier, Cheshire grin gleaming in the faint red nighttime glow. 

Offering me a hand, his smile widened as he said to me, "Come, my dear, let's get you home."