A Sinner's Forgiveness (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 6: The Fluff Heist

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"Mmmnhh..." You groaned from sleeping on your side the entire night. Just as you were stretching you felt a blanket slip off you. You picked up the cloth confused since you didn't remember taking one with you. The base was a silky red velvet with a pattern of brown deer heads designed on the top.

Heh, cute. Wait, did Alastor leave this?

You awkwardly sniffed the blanket wondering if it had any scent. Various spices flooded your nostrils, along with a lingering scent of morning mildew. It was the earthy scent of someone who lived in the woods. Now that you thought about it, you've never heard or seen where Alastor lived. He said he was a hunter in his human life... so maybe he lived in a similar environment in hell? During your stay with Lucifer, you remember reading about the pentagram's terrain. In one of the districts is a dense forest that supposedly extends into infinity; a haunted terrain thick with a mysterious fog. Lucifer said the only way to navigate it is if you understood how the fog shifts. He said the forest is constantly moving like tectonic plates which was dependent on the direction of the fog. You weren't exactly sure how to interpret that, so he promised to show you one day. However, neither of you had the time to explore it because of your duties.

You made a mental note to thank Alastor and return his blanket. You went back to your room half expecting to find a sleeping deer man there. To your relief, the room was empty; all tidy too! It's been a few days now since your arrival. Everything was going a lot more smoothly than you thought. Well, despite the occasional angry demons trying to take advantage of Charlie's kindness. She was an innocent gal, but certainly not ignorant.

While dressing yourself with the new servant suit Alastor got you, you remembered the dress he snuck into your room. Your heart skipped a beat as you pulled out a (insert your dream/ favorite dress design) with colors that complimented your (e/c) eyes. The dress was stunning, a style you've always dreamed of wearing. You inspected the fabrics a little more concluding that it would fit perfectly snug against your body. Remembering that he also left a note, you frantically rummaged through the bag in hopes of finding out how he managed to find something that perfectly sated your tastes.

A small note inked with script-styled writing read:

Dear (Y/n),

Ophidian's generous thanks for the events that occurred. He asked me to pick something you'd like, free of charge, so I designed something only a fine lady like yourself should wear. I assume you didn't posses anything extremely fancy in your wardrobe, so wear this during special occasions.

-Alastor

Wait, did he just imply that I'm a filthy casual? You thought to yourseslf.

Insulting or not, now you really needed to buy this deer man a special gift or your conscious wouldn't allow you to sleep ever again. You hanged all your new outfits in the dresser provided by the hotel and pondered what the man would even like. Has he ever received a gift from someone before? It was going to take a lot of recon to figure out the perfect gift to give him... maybe you'll ask him some subtle questions throughout the time you spend with him to get an idea.

The floorboards creaked underneath your weight, alerting everyone at the nearby dinner table that you were awake. Alastor was in the middle of bringing out homemade pancakes for everyone and spotted you rubbing your eyes.

"Good morning (y/n)! I hope you slept well last night."

You let out a little yawn, "Good morning Alastor. I slept alright, woke up feeling pretty refreshed! Thank you for asking!"