"Oh c'mon Class, you KNOW you like him."
"No I don't!" Classy laughed at Angel's remark, grabbing another bottle of booze. "I barely know the guy! To be honest, he would even be a frenemy!"
"Whatever! Give me one good reason you 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 like him...
One: Okay, PLEASE don't read this unless if you're ABSOLUTELY curious or unless if you're my cousin.
Two:I know Alastor is canonally ace, you don't need to tell me that.
Three: You can criticize, but only to an extent to where it's not HATING.
Four: If you don't like stuff like this, don't read it.
Five: Classy is MY character, do NOT steal him. I will report you if you do so
Six: Yes, the cover was made by me.
Seven: This is only a fanfiction.
Whew! Now that that's done, here's what you need to know about Classy:
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•He looks like the photos above. Yes these were both made by me.
•Died in the 1870's
•He babysat Charlie as a child only until she became 16, and as a 'Thank you/Get the fuck outta here you failed to raise my child (Even though it wasn't his fault)' from Lucifer he got the power to teleport to the overworld (Earth) and hadn't really been in hell since until recently
•He hunts humans during the night usually, (and that's what he usually did during the time period of being in the forest in the overworld after he babysat Charlie), and usually eats the bodies after. (But this is only because he had gotten used to the taste when he was living, and plus he eats a lot of this because one of his main sins was gluttony and murder/violence)
