A Deal Worth A Lifetime [ Alastor x Reader ]

Chapter 2: Guardian Sent From Below

Blood.

Its bright hue was eye-catching, distracting even. Anyone's attention would be called to it immediately had it not been the same colour plastering almost every damn place in Hell. The streets themselves were a dark red, almost black like dried blood. In the sky held clouds that almost looked as if they were cotton soaked in the warm liquid, with the sky being something a tad more vibrant.

Needless to say, the colour was everywhere, more prominently so after the Cleanse maybe a week or so ago. You would stay in the Palace as Angels dressed in grey wearing LED masks would cascade from the Heavens gracefully. Once you asked why Angels never ventured to the castle, or to the Ninth Circle, to begin with, you never had when you were an Angel simply because you were never assigned to this circle of Hell before. Lucifer had laughed at your question as though you were a naive child. In retrospect, you were a child to him. Still innocent in his eyes despite the tasks you carried out for him.

Despite the almost clear skies, a constant rain was falling, it was icy and left a slush on the ground. A chill could be felt in the air as you wiped off what you could from your dress, you supposed that it didn't matter how messy things got, you were used to it by now. You would clean up once you got home anyways, summoning a small bell you made it chime, the notes light and almost hard to hear.

With the constant onslaught of turf wars lately, and more sinners coming to Hell more than ever, it seemed you always had a target. Fortunately, the demon you had just eliminated was easy to track down.

Unfortunately, he caught on quick to your intentions and began to flee. You had to trail him for hours before finally giving up and just summoning your weapon and shooting him down in the middle of the street, at close range no less. Chunks of flesh and blood leaving from the impact of your bullet, it had been another perfect shot.

Right between the eyes.

The body had fallen with a classic sounding thud, the dark liquid that accompanied the demon on the ground pooling around his body. The smell alone made your stomach grumble and it was then that you realized what type of demon he was. A deer. It must have been the fact that this was the third circle of Hell, the entire nature of it playing a part in your hunger. You stepped over the body, getting into the limo that had pulled up not long after the chiming of the bell. Casting away the bell, you decided that once finished cleaning up, a light lunch would be nice.

Normally you were more careful, by doing your research before going in for the kill. Making sure to keep you and your target isolated from any audience that might grow. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to do so this time. You were exhausted, Lucifer had kept the list long as of late and it never seemed to end. It was as if he was getting rid of souls just because he could.

Perhaps he was. You would never know his true motives behind it. As the victims never seemed to have any connection to him whatsoever.

It wasn't long before you found yourself back at the Palace, thanking the demon that had helped you out. Lucifer's home was alone and isolated from the rest of Hell, a barren cold landscape that was unexpected for a place such as Hell, yet the burning of ice seemed much harsher than that of fire.