Look Like an Angel {Alive Alastor X fem reader}

"Alastor! I wish I could say it's a pleasure to see you once again, but we both know that's a white lie!"

"The feeling is mutual, darling! Might I say that dress looks absolutely radiant on you today! Oh, I apologise dear, I mistook you for my mother."

You clenched your fists and smiled your sickeningly sweet grin. This little game you had fallen into with the darling of New Orleans, would be won by yours truly.

You would show this over-confident bastard that you weren't just some lovely dame who lets herself get fucked over.

Alastor, of course, found it amusing.

He kept playing, unknowingly, right into your hands.

He believed that once you got tired, he would simply murder you and move onto another source of entertainment.

Oh he couldn't be more wrong if he tried.