Alastor x reader

Chapter 1

You are in a waiting room type place. The colors are are dark. You had felt different places on your body you had not before. Not bothered to investigate the strange feeling, you look around the room.

You look and see a desk with two coyote-looking grey ears pointing out the top. By closer investigation, you see a small.. animal? The coyote thing looks up and says:

"Oh my! I didn't know you would be here yet."

"Where am I; what happened to me?"

The small creature sighed. Its voice sounded old, and like a woman that you would find at a nursing home. She thumbed through a few pages of things, until she found a certain sheet.

"You are dead and, well dear... you are supposed to be in purgatory, but you died in a cult. The demon you were sacrificed to held onto your soul, and prevented your chance of getting into heaven."

"So I'm in Hell?"

"Yes."

The coyote creature was what You realized was a demon. You started to cry, but felt no tears run down your cheeks.  The demon lady let out a sigh and said that she should explain the works of Hell, considering You don't really belong here.

She explained things like turf wars, and how dangerous they are. She also warned you about a current extremely powerful demon that had just arrived here. Alastor, or in other words, The radio demon.

You thanked her and left.

Once You got outside you immediately heard explosions and gun shots. It was a crimson-red sky and there were many buildings with broken windows. There were beer bottles, blood, broken glass, you name it.

You hadn't realized to look at your appearance. Seeing you wouldn't be normal; as all the demons walking around were obviously once people. You ran into the nearest bar; one of many. When you get into the ladies room you see yourself. You now have extremely pale skin- almost white. Your hair has turned from its original color to very dark red. There were a few black streaks in it. Your face now has black stripes from the bottom of your eyes, to just above your neck. Your eyes are now red and your pupils are slits. On the top of you head you feel your horns about the length of your foot. They were black and a little curved.

You are wearing a white button up shirt with a black tie and puffy shirt sleeves. The shirt makes your breasts stick out, which makes you smirk. You have a red skirt with a black belt at the top of it. You have tights on and white heels. You have black fingerless gloves and a spiked wristband. These were similar, yet much different than the clothes you were used to. You also saw how your nails were painted black.

When you turn around in the mirror you see a scaly black tail with three red spikes on the back of it. It flicked around which you eventually were able to control.

Once you exited the bar, you ducked into an alley, fearful of what would come next. A small demon that was clearly on drugs loudly burped and said:

"Heheheh, hey biitch why don't you come to my place and we can have some fun"

Getting pissed, you seethe the words:

"Get the fuck away from me"

When the demon doesn't back off, you felt your anger growing. You don't care that you were overreacting. You were in hell, crap doesn't even matter anymore. You felt your eyes have a black mist following them, you began to grow. Your bones felt tingly as you shifted into a gigantic black dragon. Your eyes glow a crimson red, and you had many spikes. You flap your wings and see the small demon running away. Gunshots and explosions can now be heard outside the alleyway. You blast the demon with a black-looking fire. When you look back at the alleyway there are bricks on the ground from where you burst.

Ducking back into the alleyway, you transformed down into your normal form. You smiled, killing gave you such a rush; the dripping blood, crunch of bones. This makes you feel truly alive.

"Guess I am going to get turf."

You stalk around more alleyways until you find an old map that is in the trash. It looks relative and it shows what turf is where on the pentagram. You see much of it is taken by Alastor, the lady told you to be weary of him. You decide it's best to stay out of his territory, confident, but still alert not knowing his power. You run out of the alley, skirt flying behind you.
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