His lovely demon belle

CHAPTER 1: introduction

You had never actually met Alastor before, so the invitation from charlie seemed a bit odd. He was hosting a small get-together at charlies hotel, and she wanted us to meet since apparently the years we died were somewhat close together. Him, 1933, and me, 1950. and honestly I was kinda excited to.

"come on (y/n)!, finish getting ready, we'll be late!" Charlie was a lot more excited to introduce you to Alastor than you were, but you didn't mind her enthusiasm, as it lit any room in this dark place. and you often thought that if she were once human, that she'd be in heaven rather than hell, and that she didn't deserve this. but Charlie was your only friend here, and glad that you had her.

 after being snapped back into reality, you slipped on your classy 30's style dress it was your favorite color for it matched well with your soft, (skin color) skin.  you put on a bit of make up, but not much because your mother told that only whores wear a lot to cover up their insecurities and self-hate. you put on a bit of blush before charlie pretty much pushes you out of the door.  

you and charlie walked down the small flight of stairs to the main room of the hotel where there were close to 20-30 people, all dressed somewhat well, except a grumpy cat who was bar tending, and a white spider-like demon, who wore a striped suit and tiny shorts. Once you reached the main floor, charlie led you to a tall red demon. "Hiya Alastor!" charlie had the biggest grin on her face. The tall red demon turned around to see you and charlie standing there. your height barely reached his chest. And he was quite intimidating, he looked down at charlie with the biggest smile you had ever seen before, in life, and death. "Hello- my darling, are you enjoying my party?" his voice sounded like the radio you listened to while baking. "well- we actually just got here-" charlie had an awkward smile on her face.  Alastor now fixated his eyes on you. "you look lovely" his eyes were glued to your dress. You forgot that he must recognize the style of it. "oh, yes, do you like it?" Alastor didn't realize he was staring and quickly looked up. "right, yes, i do, it reminds me of my time in the living. I do apologize for my rude behavior darling, it's just been ages since I've seen a dress in that particular style."  

Charlie interrupted the conversation without hesitation. "Alastor, this my friend (y/n), she's the one i wanted to introduce you to!" you do a little curtsy to show politeness "nice to me you Alastor"  Alastors smile manages to become even bigger than it was before (which you thought was impossible).  As soon as Alastor opens his mouth to speak, someone in the crowd yells for charlie. "CHARLIE!! I NEED YOUR HELP, ANGEL AND HUSKER ARE AT IT AGAIN" charlie sighs. "i gotta deal with something, you guys can continue" charlie walks into the busy crowd with a frown on her face. after a few seconds go by, Alastor decides to push you away from the loud crowd, and takes you to an unoccupied part of the room and sits down on a small sofa. "come, sit my dear!" he pats on the empty side of the sofa signaling for you to sit with him.  you sit down on the sofa, with your hands neatly placed on your lap, with your legs angled toward him. "so my darling, what year did you pass?" he clearly was very interested in the decade you were from. "1950" you replied with a soft smile on your face. "so, why is a delicate thing like you in the depths of hell?" he said with his head a tad tilted. "It's a long story" you said with a sigh. "well my dear, my party won't end for a long while" he was very curious now. 

"well, my daddy was never a good man, he abused my mama and I. but my mama never did anything  to stop him, she often sided with him, now, my mama wasn't good either. If my daddy wasn't there to hit me. she was." Alastor gave you a somewhat sad look, well, as sad as someone with a giant grin on their face can get. but he waited patiently for you to continue. "Anyway, when i turned 16, i decided i was gonna kill them, before they could kill me. i waited the night until they where home, and in bed asleep, and i butchered them with a butchers knife. And it felt good. i felt no regret or remorse for what i had done. and so, until i turned 21, i killed anyone who wronged me, my sweet and innocent look helped disguise my inner serial killer. until i was caught, and put on death trial at 22. so, i deserve to be here."  Alastor was indeed very impressed with your story, but he could tell that you felt somewhat sad for what you had done, and put his hand on yours. "cheer up my dear, there is no reason you should feel bad for what you did, we all are monsters, even those in heaven, we are just the ones who decide to take action!" You look into his eyes and chuckle, "thank you Alastor, that really helped" he stood up from hi seat and offered his hand to help you up, "call me Al sweetheart"