Alastor x Reader

Astilbe

4 months later

It was currently morning in Hell, how could anyone tell? Internal clocks, it's literally the only way to know if it's day or not since the sky is constantly red. Despite Heaven appearing in the sky signaling it was nighttime, the sky was a constant red color.

Anastasia was curled up in a ball with the blankets on the bed. Valentino walks in and looks at Anastasia giving her a confused look. "Doll, it's 9 in the morning, you usually never sleep in." Anastasia's voice was barely above a whisper, but Valentino just manages to hear her voice. "I'm not feeling good and I just wanna stay in bed." She wrapped the blankets around her, almost like a burrito. "What seems to be wrong, doll?" He walked over to his lover and sat down on his side of the bed. Anastasia groans in discomfort as she turns on her back and points to her stomach, which currently houses a growing infant. "Is the baby kicking?" Valentino places a hand on her stomach just incase the baby had indeed kicked. "No..." Anastasia groans again in obvious pain, "It hurts, Val..." Worry takes over Valentino as he leans closer to Anastasia, holding her hand. "How bad does it hurt?" Anastasia's face starts contorting into pain, "A lot."

In pure panic and worry, Valentino scoops her up in his arms and carries her through a bunch of hallways before reaching a door within the studio. At that moment in front of the door, Valentino hesitated, he didn't know if this was a very good call, but he had to choose now. Take Anastasia through the door, or leave her here in pain to deal with this, and frankly, he chose the door.

Upon opening the door and walking through it, Anastasia saw a vast array of colors, colors of which didn't compliment each other or make sense together, all of them just seemed to be smashed together, and yet there was a form of order to it, before she could anything deeper into the strange colors, a large white light takes over her vision as she sees some sort of figure's silhouette. Anastasia could barely see due to the intensity of the light, all she sees is a dark figure reaching out in her direction, above her Valentino's hand crosses over her head grabbing the figure's hand to which she herself and Valentino are hoisted through the opening.

9 hours later

Anastasia was laying on her side looking at her daughter, the small blue skinned infant was sleeping on the bed peacefully after crying it's little heart out. She gently placed her hand on her daughter's head feeling the soft red hair that was placed on her daughter's small head. Anastasia and Valentino had named their little girl, Astilbe Dahlia Crevan. Anastasia's right index finger was being held by the small sleeping infant. Anastasia smiled fondly down at the child before something within her wasn't settling, something was wrong. She started to slightly gasp for breath, unintentionally waking up her baby girl beside her. Astilbe looks up to her mother with her squinted magenta eyes not knowing what is happening, Anastasia looks down at the little girl as she feels her heart seemingly slow down, each word she spoke seemed to be a single breath of her heart.

First beat.
"I...."
Second beat.
"Love....."
Third beat.
"You....."
Fourth beat.
"My....."
Summoning as much strength as she could she spoke two words together. "... little flower...." Anastasia began gasping loudly until she felt her heart stop, with that she looked one last time at her daughter beside her, Astilbe was watching her mother in confusion, her small, innocent mind not able to comprehend that this would be the last time she would ever see her birth mother in person. Anastasia gave out one last shaky breath before she stopped moving all together, her arms went limp and dangled off the side of the bed, the color from her face drained, her eyes became dull and lifeless. The strength she had from speaking those final words in accordance to her hearts final beats ceased, all there was left, was silence.