As awkward as it felt, Alastor, Jordan, and I sat down while I outline the situation. I explained my driving desire for revenge and to send a message to all the other scum bags like him.
"You know this is Hell, right?" Alastor asked though he looked thoroughly amused, "You would be sending a message to a lot of people. Though I assume you already know that, correct?"
He was right. I would be sending a clear message to a part portion of Hell's population. One part of me was screaming this wasn't logical and I should just dispose of Fred discreetly. However, the less rational part of me was just saying fuck it, I'll deal with the consequences later.
"How exactly do you plan on gaining your target's trust?" Alastor asked, watching me with those crimson eyes.
I shrugged, "Pose as one of a million girls looking for a sugar daddy. That's his thing, snag them while they're young and dumb. He gets their trust before turning getting them to turn tricks."
Alastor took in my appearance, from my ratty Chuck Taylors to my oversized hoodie, "If that's the case, we will have to work on your appearance. Let me call in a favor."
"I don't want to bring in more people than necessary," I protested.
Alastor chuckled, waving away my worry, "You need coaching to come off as a passible lady of the evening. And I have just the effininate fellow for the job."
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Raise A Little Hell | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series
RomanceRevenge is a dish best serves in the most messed up manner possible. And when you find yourself deeper in your revenge plot than you ever thought possible, you come across unlikely allies. From the creator of Black Wedding, The Demon Geisha, and mo...
