(DISCONTINUED) What a Performance! (SINGER!READER X ALASTOR)

First Day in REAL Hell

Hell wasn't bad, in your opinion. It was more of a reward for being bad. However, the Happy Hotel? That was real Hell. 

The way the living described it. 

Currently, you were ignoring the porn actor Angel Dust. Yeah, he likes guys more, but damn did he take a liking to your body. 

"You know, I can send you to heaven with my skills~"

"I don't like heaven. I like Hell," you growled. 

"Ooo~! Feisty! I like it~" he purred, leaning in closer to your face.

You slapped him. 

"Oww! My flawless face!"

You snickered. His face was anything but flawless.

Alastor spun into the room. "Hello, Loves!" He eyed you as he said 'Loves'. Great. Now he's just fucking with me. 

He hummed and went towards the couch you were on. He sat down next to you, and you immediately stood up, but he snatched your arm and pulled you back down, so close to him that your thighs were touching.

Not gonna lie, it gave you butterflies. 

And so you cover it with anger.

"What the fuck?  You think just because you're oh, so powerful that you can treat me like your property?!"

His smile dropped to a slightly curved line. Yes, he was still smiling. But yes, it fazed him. Quite a bit.

He seemed... devastated. But that wouldn't make sense. He's the almighty Radio Demon!

You sighed. He was already gone to his room. You assumed he could teleport.

Everyone stared. "You just pissed off the Radio Demon!" Angel began. "You're screwed!"

"Ha, whatever, screw him."

Husk chuckled and mumbled, "You wish."

You ignored him. Instead you announced you were going to your room. But, you didn't. You knocked on Alastor's door. "Go away!"

"Are you upset?" You asked him. 

"I'm not upset! You're upset!" 

You rolled your eyes. "I'm coming in."

"No, don't!" It was too late. You were closing the door behind you and turned to see Alastor lying in bed. 

"Hey, I'm not gonna judge you for laying in bed!"

"It's not that.." He muttered.

"What IS it then?"

He removed the blanket from his torso. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He wasn't extremely muscular, yet there was a faint outline, as well as a scar stretching across his upper stomach. 

You forced your eyes back to his face, and said, "Were you worried about the scar?"

Alastor's POV

She was staring at me. It made me feel warm and fuzzy. It was a feeling I haven't felt since my early human years. Maybe around 16 or 17?

Anyway, she looked to my face suddenly, and I felt myself jump slightly. It appeared as if she did not notice.

"Were you worried about the scar?" It was, indeed, what I was worried about. I didn't want her to see it, because I always saw it as a sign of weakness.

I hesitated before speaking. "Yes."

"Oh, it isn't bad!"

"Yeah, I suppose it isn't bad. It's a shameful mark."

"What do you mean?" She asked, not quite understanding.

"It happened in a fight. About a year ago. No one seemed to notice, but my reign is growing weaker. Has been since that very day."

"How did it happen?" Her voice was drenched in concern. 

"Someone was after my powers.. They heard a rumor that it was all stored at the heart. They were wrong. It's source was my heart, but it actually goes through my bloodstream. I lost a lot of blood that day. No one seemed to gain my power. I was in the hospital in secrecy, so that no one would think of me as weak. They cleaned up the blood and stitched me up. I would assume they disposed of it."

"Why couldn't they just give it back to you?" She asked, clearly loving the story.

"They didn't say."

"Oh," she smiled. "That's okay."

We sat in silence for a couple minutes.

"Do you want a hug?" She asked. It was really surprising, considering how mad at me she was just like 10 minutes before.

"Sure.." I smirked. I had an idea.

Narrator's POV

You walked closer to the bed and Alastor sat up. You wrapped your arms around his torso, and he gripped yours. He leaned backward, and before you knew it, you were laying on top of him, your face on his chest.

You were tempted to scream at him, but the situation was... well... you were comfortable. And you felt protected, despite being with the most dangerous demon in Hell.

It just seemed... right.

Then he tilted your head up and planted a kiss on your lips. It lasted a while, and you couldn't move. It was as if he had you frozen.

There was a knock a split second before the door swung open.

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!" Vaggie yelled. 
"Told ya she wanted to fuck him," chuckled Husk.

You struggled even harder, but no one noticed except for Alastor. 

He tightened his telekinetic grip on you. You let out a scream of pain, and he released you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.."

After you had caught your breath you yelled at him.  "Yeah, fucking right! You've tortured so many souls! Why would I be any different?"

"I...Uh...I-"

"That's exactly it! You don't KNOW!"

You were so furious you walked out of the room without another word.

You pushed through Charlie and Vaggie and went straight to your room a couple doors down. You slammed the door so hard that the walls shook.

You may have liked Alastor before, but now... Now you despised him. 

You growled and decided to shower to calm your nerves.

The hot water drizzled down your back. You could feel and hear every little drop hitting your body. Weird. That hasn't happened before.

You finished your shower after about 45 minutes, when the water grew cold. 

Damn. The water heater sucks ass. 

You got dressed and looked at the clock, shocked to see the time. It was already past midnight. 

Once you saw the time, you realized how tired you were.

You decided that it was about time to sleep.

(A/N: Heya, guys! Sorry these chapters may not be the best. Right now the reader hates Alastor, but Alastor has a plan~! Ace and Nala weren't in this chapter, but they will be in the next~!)