Chapter Text
Prologue
‘Promise me this mon petit…never let anyone steal your smile…’
‘I’m going to make it big someday mama! You’ll see!’
‘Shut up you half breed! You should’ve never been born!’
‘I’ll take us both away from here…once I’m known all over the French Quarter I’ll get us a big house and I’ll play piano and sing everyday for you mama…and we’ll be happy and rid of him…’
‘Alan stop! Leave him alone!’
‘Keep your trap shut bitch! You should’ve drowned that thing in the bayou when you had the chance! But instead you kept it and ruined both our lives!’
´NO STOP! DON’T HURT HER! LET HER GO!’
‘I should’ve never even touched a thing like you…I’ll send you back to hell where you came from witch…I’ll even make you pretty when you meet the devil…
…the fuck you smiling at you little freak?
…you better put that down…put it down…THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!’
‘hmmha…haheha…HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!’
‘STOP! GET OFF ME! NO STOP, STOP, ST-AHHHHHHH!’
They say your life flashes before your eyes before you die…you witness the best moments you had lived but also relive all the worst…the times you laughed, the times you cried, the losses you suffered and all that you had gained. The people that simply passed by and those that made a difference, whether for good…or for worse…we see our bad days and we see the good even if they were far and few…the memories home cooked meals or dancing through the streets with a song on your lips or a spring in your step…the songs that floated through the house while your mother cooked in the kitchen…the kindness that very few showed you and the pain that so many others inflicted upon you…and then you remember that one day…that one moment where something inside you just broke, like a spring that had been pulled to its absolute limit before someone finally put it out of it’s misery, snipping it with pillars and snap apart…
…you stop feeling anything…
…the joy…the sorrow…the pain…
…the fear...
It all just goes away…and replaced with rage…unbridled rage…you stop feeling afraid and you let go…you grab the knife he had used just moments ago to carve open her cheeks to leave behind a haunting bloody smile on the face of the only person that ever loved you…the only person that cared about, that didn’t look down on you for being who you were…for being what you were…the person who cleaned your face and patched up your scrapes and bruises from getting into a scuffle with the other children that stole what little money you made that day for her...the person that held you as she sang to you, told you stories and encouraged you to never stop sharing your smile with the world…
You take that knife as you hold him down, you see the fear in his eyes as a strength you had never known fills your system as you curl your fingers around his throat, raising the blade over him as your mouth strains, the edges pull tight to the point that it feels like your face is going to tear apart…you laughter over takes his screams as you plunge the knife into his chest…over…and over…and over and over and over and over and over AND OVER AGAIN! His blood splatters across your face, some of it getting into your mouth as you taste the life leave his body each time you pull the blade out….you are careful enough to miss his heart, not wanting this to be over too quickly, wishing to make him suffer for all the years he hit her…for all the times he beat her…for every moment he made her cry…for all the slurs and curses he called her…for every indignity and humiliation he inflicted upon her…for treating her less than a human being…
For not admiring her kindness, for treating her better and appreciating everything she did for him…for the love the she felt for him despite the pain and damage he caused…for her loving heart she shared with all she encountered…
Yes he would make this thing pay for taking her away from him…he would make him suffer for stealing his mother’s life and leaving her mutilated and broken…he would pay…he would suffer…he would—
You stop…you realize he was gone…the life gone from his eyes as he had stopped breathing, the knife stuck in his chest where his blackened heart was supposed to be…his chest and torso torn apart, a beautiful art work of blood, flesh and viscera…you had even felt his ribs snapping from the force of your blows…his blood soaking into the creaking floorboards of the shack you and your mother had been forced to share with this thing that lay dead beneath you…all of you outcasts…your mother for the colour of her skin…your father for being a white man that dared to lie with a woman like her…and you…
…a thing that wasn’t meant to exist…an abomination…
…a demon…
You lick his blood from your lips, the coppery taste coating your tongue as your revel in it…in that moment you felt…power…you felt strong…you felt invincible…
And yet it was not enough…you wanted your father to suffer…to make him pay for every indiscretion he forced upon your mother…to see that fear in his eyes again, to relish it for longer, to savour it and let it simmer till he was nothing more than a broken man…to make him feel as terrified and hurt as he had made her feel everyday…
His death was too quick for your liking…the blood you spilled wasn’t enough…it would never be enough…
…but he was gone…taken to his eternal demise for all the suffering he caused…
Your mother taught you about faith…about praying…about heaven and hell…about believing that you’re good deeds would bring you peace when you passed…that you needed to be kind and caring to those around you…no matter how much their souls were a festering cesspool of muck and scum…that the holy one above was always watching over you…and yet his mother had suffered and died at the hands of a curl man…where was ‘He’ when she needed ‘Him’? Where was ‘He’ when they needed him?
You looked down at the corpse beneath you and a terrible thought comes to mind as the smile on your face grew even wider…
…if there was a heaven and hell you would never see the pearly white gates…you would never find peace along the golden aisles…
…no…
…your place…was in hell…after all you were a demon like your father called you…you would end up in the burning pits below and you would find the wretch who stole her from you…and you would be the one to make him suffer for the rest of eternity…but you needed power…you needed to become the worst of the worst…the darkest most depraved person to ever exist…you would find a way to become the strongest in all of hell even if it meant taking out the devil himself…we would become the strongest sinner in hell and find your father and continue your fun in tormenting him…broadcast his screams for all to hear and feast on his flesh again and again…and even then when there is nothing left…you would keep going…you would decimate every soul and creature that looks at you with disdain or disgust…you would be at the top…you will never feel terror or tremble beneath anyone again…you would be the one in control…
You would never be afraid again…
Never…never…
But never is not as long as you think.
Alastor felt his power disappear the moment Adam sliced through the demon’s staff…he only had a few moments to reacting before the angel hit attacked again, slicing open his chest in a blow that Alastor felt deep in whatever remained of his soul…sending him flying back and hitting a wall…the pain flood his system like his blood seeped from the wound and soaked his already red clothes…
For the first time since his death so many years ago he had taken a massive blow…he had been invincible for so long…nobody could even come close to touching him let along damage him…only one person had ever come close and he did not want to think about that square headed buffoon now…not when he was bleeding out and weakened (even though he was fully aware that the picture boxes annoying little drones were flying around filming the battle with the angels like the voyeuristic coward that he was).
A lingering feeling started to make itself known…a feeling that he swore he would never experience again…a tremor starting at the tips of his fingers as he could feel the smug feathered mongrel stalk towards him…he glanced up for a moment and the world goes static for a moment…Adam’s face replaced with…’his’ for a second before shifting back to the glowing yellow smirk and menacing matching eyes…
Alastor wasn’t a man that backway or ran from a fight…not after that day…not after he was forced to watch as…
Why was that memory surfacing here? Why now? He hadn’t thought of his human life since he arrived here…it was all just a blur and it hurt to think of it…when he arrived in hell the first person he encountered was dear Rosie…he knew of the deal he had made with her…and he remembered some snippets of his life before his untimely death…but the rest of just gone…the cannibal overlord had explained that amnesia was a common occurrence to new arrivals in this forsaken place…but they all eventually remembered…
That was not the case for Alastor…as the years rolled by he gained a few snippets here and there but nothing fully returned…most likely due to the fact he had received a bullet through the head when he died…the red ‘X’ on his forehead reminded him of that…
What he did know however was that there was another reason he made the deal with Rosie…that there was something or rather someone he needed to find down here…someone he hated…someone that deserved to more pain and suffering than anyone else Alastor ever came across…even more so than his old pal…
And there was a face…a gentle calm face…a warm voice and soft smile…a woman…someone that was important…someone that made his heart ache…that made his soul scream with the pain of loss…he couldn’t see her face, her eyes shrouded in darkness…but her smile…her smile was something that was always clear in his mind…but it made the pain he felt worse…and the permanent smile that was stitched on his ached something fierce…
The radio demon had been lost in his head for too long by the time Adam had gotten close enough, Alastor shadow visibly panicking as it tried to grab onto its master to help him escape his fate…but before it could make a move, the angel slammed his weapon into the shadows chest, barely missing Alastor, “And where do you think you’re going bitch!?” Adam laughed as the dark creature writhed in place, its shrieks echoing violently in the air as a violent blood coated gasp passes his lips, feeling the agony that was inflicted upon his companion…the shadow trapped beneath angelic steel…both of them prevented from escaping…
Alastor wanted to reach out to try and help but everything goes static again…the roof disappears and is replaced with an old and worn living room…he is lying on the floor…his face hurts as if he had been hit repeatedly…in front of him were two shadowy figures…a larger on holding down the smaller one…
He is pulled from the vision as Adam grabbed the demon by his face and slammed him into the wall, his nails digging into his cheeks. Alastor doesn’t have a moment to react as he struggles beneath the angels grip as the other sneers down at him…his glowing yellow face flickering between Adam’s and ‘his’...
“You know I’ve killed a lot of your worthless shits over the last few years and yet you have been the biggest pain in my ass so far! Though not as much as Lucifer’s cunt of a daughter.” The man laughs, his grip tightening. A growl leaves Alastor throat, laced with static and a low hiss as he manages to open his mouth and tries to bite down on the hand of the man that dared touch him…his sharp yellow teeth barely pierces the angels flesh but it pisses the freak off enough for his grip to tighten…the tips of his fingers finding their way into the demons mouth, his nails piercing his gums...
Alastor may have been handsy with others but he hated other people touching him without his consent or control…it made his skin crawl and resulted in the end of whoever tried to place their hands upon his person…well except one…
And this holier than though creature dared to hold him so intimately made him want to vomit violently but it brought forth another feeling…the world going back to that place…the shadows clearer revealing a man and woman…’he’ had his hands around her throat as she struggled beneath him…the woman that had haunted Alastor for so many years…
He is back on the roof of the hotel in Adam’s clutches…a tremor hitting his core as the Adam pulls out a dagger and holds it in front of Alastor’s face, “Normally killing your sorry red ass would be enough to get me off but since you’ve caused me so much trouble…”
Alastor sees his eyes reflected in the angelic steel blade…only…its not his face…its not his eyes…they were hers...
…his mothers…
…filled with fear…filled with dread and deep seated terror as tears welled up in her eyes…
Like a tidal wave memories come flooding back into the radio demons mind…flashes of his mother…of his father…of the day she was taken from him when he was only 10 years old…
“…I’m gonna have a little fun with you before going to deal with Lilith’s little hottie.” Adam smirks as he laughs…
Alastor doesn’t move…he can’t as his mind is trying to comprehend the present and the past…his senses overwhelmed as he feels like a deer in head lights…panic setting in as he stares up at Adam…
His empty yellow eyes…the sickly golden smile…the condescending laugh that reminds him too much of that thing that took away the only person that ever loved him…
He couldn’t fight back, not with his powers weakened and his shadow pinned down…
The feeling of weakness…of helplessness…of fear…a feeling that he vowed he would never feel again after that day…after seeing her lifeless eyes…her broken body lying in a pool of her own blood as it crept closer and closer to him…that thing just laughing…
Was this…was this what she felt at the end of her life? As she was faced with the man she thought she love…as he hit her over and over again till a cold blade hit her throat…before ‘he’ dragged the knife along her cheeks to cut a permanent smile into her corpse…
Images that haunted him while he was alive now once again flooded his head as Adam’s laughter grew louder as he moves the dagger closer to Alastor mouth, the demon’s breath quickening as he tried to pull away, to kick and punch to do anything but it was no use as Adam forces his mouth open even wider…the green stitches that held it to the demons form snapping, “Now say ah bitch…”
SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH
A broadcast floods all of hell just like they used to 7 years ago…a horrible gut wrenching sound, worse than anyone had ever heard before echoes throughout the pentagram…several sinner covering their heads as the noise pierces their ears…windows shatter, electronic devices go explode…the sound traveling through the Vees tower in the entertainment district…the drones surround the hotel are destroyed, cutting off the feed as Charlie and the others are shocked by the sound…
None of them aware of what was happening on the roof…