Hellbound | Alastor x reader

The extermination

You'd spent many years in heaven as an angel. Over the years you were even recruited as an exterminator. An angel who goes down to hell during the exterminations to wipe out a few demons. Every year you'd make your way down to that little dump and kill a few demons along with a few of your angel friends.

"I'm a good person, I swear I haven't done anything wrong, please spare me!", they'd scream.

But you'd take their lives anyway and think how they'd lied so shamelessly.

This year was the same too.

You and a fleet of angels dived down to hell and massacred many demons. In the process you took many souls and bloodied your whole self with the blood of your victims. You were disgusted at the pleas of mercy from the demons.

As you took down many demons and struck your spear through the bodies of many, one demon waved its claws at your wings in retaliation and an effort to escape. They left a deep wound in your right wing, rendering it immobile. Of course you finished off the demon but you were injured badly and couldn't take flight. You panicked and looked around you for any other angels. Not a single one in sight.

I must have gotten separated from them. You think to yourself, no worries I'll just go look for them elsewhere.

You walk down a road covered with corpses of dead demons on either side. All you see is a bunch of demons looting the corpses in the distance, no angels. You notice its starting to get dark and you still haven't found anyone who might be able to help you. It dawns upon you that you don't have any way of contacting anyone for help and how dangerous it is for an angel to be out alone, wandering the streets of hell.

You take cover in a nearby alley and sit down to take a little rest. It's getting dark and yet no one has come to get you.

You realize that they'd forgotten you, maybe they thought you were killed by a demon or they just didn't care. The dark truth made its way into your conscience as buried your face in your knees. Your eyes began to well up with tears but you try to hold them back, with no avail they Burt out and hot tears roll down your pale cheeks. The reality of things made you weep as you felt left alone.

Of course, they'd forget me. No one ever cared for me. I was just a total nobody. Not even my own family cared for me.

The hurtful thoughts kept making their way into your mind and more tears flooded out your eyes, falling on your knees.

Your (h/c) hair covered your face from the outside world, not that anyone was there to watch you weep, or so you thought.

"Watcha doin' there doll?", said a voice, and before you could retaliate a hand grabs at your hair and pulls you up.

A dark thickset demon with dark fur covering most of his body stands before you. He has wolf-like features and big sharp teeth set in a wide grin. He looks you up and down.

"Well well, who'd a thought I'd find myself an angel down in these dumps. Gotta admit your quite a hottie, slut.", he says to you but you don't hear him because you're trying to loosen his grip on your hair.

He's fairly taller than you and you stand on your tippy-toes to reduce the tension on your hair. Your vision is blurred by the tears in your eyes. At this point you're struggling to get free. You don't really give a damn about what happens anymore as you realize you might never get back to heaven.

So you summon your spear and stab the creature through the heart, the instantly drops to the floor, his evil eyes now lifeless.

You pick yourself up and dust your self off.

"Well well, quite interesting indeed.", you hear a voice say behind you but turn around to find no one. You shrug it off saying it must've been the wind.

Enough is enough if they're not gonna come for me, I'm gonna make my own living. You think to yourself as you make your way out the alley.

On the way out you use a spell to hide your injured wings. When you walk out into the street you realize your heavenly dress stands out. So you make your way into a nearby store and get yourself a new one. Its a sleeveless navy dress that goes down to below your knees with a 1920's flare to it. It reminds you of your old dresses from when you were alive. You also get a little hat to match the dress. You make your way to the counter to pay for it and overhear a demon talking about a hotel.

"The princess plans on rehabilitating us at her little 'Happy Hotel'. As if that's ever happening.", the demon scoffs.

You slightly cock an eyebrow at the word rehabilitate. But you shake it off and get out of there.

So first things first, I need to find myself a place to stay.

You barely notice but its already daytime, you'd spent the night in that alley weeping but didn't realize it. Thank god you'd survived. But from now on you didn't give a damn about whether you were nice because you knew you weren't going back and to be honest, it felt good.