See My Heart, Not My Body {Alastor x Female Reader}

New Arrivals

[H/C]- Your Hair Color                                                                                                                                                 [E/C]- Your Eye Color                                                                                                                                                        >>TRIGGER WARNING: DEPICTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE, PAIN AND SUFFERING, ATTEMPTED RAPE, AND PEDOPHILIA<<

"Where in the Hell have you been Alastor?! We had 6 new arrivals and needed help to make them calm! Come on, since Charlie insists on your help you need to help us set up the activities." You felt her hand on you arm, gentle despite her irritation with the tall demon. "[Y/N], since you are a guest, you will wait in the main room with the others. Do you think you can get there and handle it?"

You closed your eyes, then looked up and gave Vaggie a winning smile. "Yep! Ready to start this whole redemption thing. Still not even sure why I'm here really."

Vaggie's hand tensed on your arm. "You don't..? How? Do you even know how you died?"

A man's screams filled your head, like a distant memory. Your limbs felt red hot, and you felt the inky tattoos slinking over your skin. 

"...nope. Nothing. Guess I'll be going then, Alastor, try not to get killed please."

He gave a small laugh. "The day I die will be the same day I get Angelic wings my dear. Now, let's go make the arrangements for our guests dear Vagatha!" You felt him walk away and heard Vaggie's grumbles and growls as she too walked away.

You tilted your head down and opened your eyes, watching where you were walking that way and going towards the main event room. Vaggie had shown you this room in the beginning, saying it would be the room you would be spending the most time in.

You opened the door, hearing various demons who had been speaking shushed upon your entry. From what you had heard before they quieted, they were mostly male. Or very growl-y.

You walked in and walked to where you knew your favorite chair was. It was a plush beanbag-esque thing. Just a big cushion really, dark red fabric. You walked to it, not sensing anyone being there, and you sat down. Your eyes closed and you sighed some, leaning back.

You hadn't realized just how tired you were until you knew you were asleep. You also didn't know how much Vaggie's question had dredged up until you heard him yelling in your nightmares.

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You were on the ground, cowering. Your hair wasn't what you had gotten used to. It was [H/C].

You were aware of your surroundings, you could feel everything, including a deep, gut wrenching fear. And worse, the pain was there.  

Oh that pain. There were bruises on your arms, where your tattoos were. They hurt so much. And he was still screaming. 

"YOU FUCKING BITCH, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?!"

You felt him hit you on your head, and you instinctively cried out. You could feel the words exiting your mouth, but you had absolutely no control over them. Just like when you were talking to Vaggie. Just saying what you need to so you don't get hurt...

"I-I'm sorry Daniel! I promise, I-I promise I won't-"

He threw the cup down, shattering it. All your hard work, wasted. The worried looks, the lies, the squandered friendships, all for nothing.