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Six months.
Alastor had been free from his deal with Rosie for six months.
He thought that once he was free and out of that damned deal, he’d be happier. There are no strings on him to force him to be someone’s puppet. No one can tell him what to do or what to say, or how to act. He could kill and terrorize as much as he wanted now. Sinners respected him again, running whenever they see him to cower in fear.
Alastor the ruthless radio demon.
The most powerful sinner in Hell.
Just like he wanted.
So why does it feel like something was missing?
It’s driving him mad thinking about it.
“If it isn’t the bellhop.” Lucifer said as he popped into the lobby where Alastor was greeting new sinners for redemption. “Hardly working as usual, I see.”
“You’re still here?” Alastor asks, his eyes narrowed and smile wide. He hates him. Oh, how he hates him. A useless idiot with limited power. To think that he had tried to impress this so-called king when they first met makes him want to laugh. He respects power. Not this tiny man and his silly, garish hat. “Why not go back home? It’s not like you contribute anything at the hotel.”
“And you do?” He quirks a brow. “All you do is stand around with that creepy smile. You’re scaring everyone off.”
“That’s rich coming from you. Half the sinners in hell won’t step foot in this hotel because they know you’re disgusted by them.” Alastor laughs, brushing him off. “See, I may be scary, but who wants to be around someone who-“
The hotel shook, rubble and dust falling around them. The air shifted, heat filling the room as a magic circle formed on the ceiling. Blood trickled from its edges, dripping onto the newly cleaned floors Nifty had spent hours working on. The circle grew larger, more and more blood pouring onto the ground. Then all of hell went silent as a violent vibration sent everyone and everything tumbling to the ground.
The magic circle opened up with an ear piercing crack and formed a red, misty portal. Everyone stared in fear and awe at the sight of a girl slowly seeping through until she crashed onto the floor with a thud. On the other side of the portal, Alastor could hear yelling, men barking orders that didn’t make sense to him.
“Don’t let her go!”
“Get in there before the damn thing closes!”
“Weapons! Have them ready!”
“Who the fuck let her out?!”
A hand- no, not just any hand- a HUMAN hand reached through the circle.
For the first time in over a century, Alastor had no idea what to do. He watched, frozen with intrigue, as a living, breathing man tried to crawl his way into hell. And for a girl at that. Alastor glanced her way, his brows furrowed and smiled strained as she weakly sat up. He saw her say something, her eyes a void of red as the circle closed. It cut the man in two, spraying his innards and blood on the nearby guests.
The girl visibly relaxed, her shoulders sagging. A tattered, bloodied hospital gown adorned her body, ripped and nearly shredded to ribbons. Iron chains encircled her ankles and wrists, with hints of bruising and dried blood beneath them. At first, she appeared to be human. That was until everything about her morphed into something more expected out of hell.
She fell back with a huff, her eyes fluttering closed before her face contorted in pain. Her head turned weakly towards the corpse next to her, her hands trembling as she reached into his shirt pocket. From here he can’t see what it was she grabbed. He knew it was shiny, small as she clutched the object in her hand close to her heart. She laid herself back again, sweat coating her face and her eyes screwing shut.
Alastor could see her more clearly now. He must admit that despite her disheveled appearance, she was quite pretty. An ethereal beauty he would never have guessed could exist in hell.
Actually, now that he’s looking at her, she kind of looks like-
“No way…” Lucifer whispered, his eyes wide and lips parted. His wings unfurled and pushed him towards the girl, who was now curling up into a ball. He skidded to his knees and gently cradled the strange girl in his arms. It was shocking, to say the least. “Sweetheart, what happened to you?!”
Sweetheart?
“Dad?!” Charlie yelled as she burst into the lobby with her girlfriend, Vaggi, trailing behind her. “What’s going on? What was that?!”
Lucifer stiffens and tries to shield the girl away from Charlie.
Now that’s interesting.
Instead of answering her, Lucifer disappears out of the room with the girl clutched close to his chest. The hotel falls silent while Charlie gapes at the spot where her father had just been.
“Alastor, what the hell happened?” Vaggi asked.
He doesn’t reply, his mind reeling as he replayed what transpired over in his head. The amount of power that washed over him the second that circle appeared had him fearing for his soul. It was palpable. The taste of it had him salivating. That was no ordinary sinner that much he knew for certain.
“Alastor, what was that?!” Charlie nearly cried. “Who- that girl… why was my dad-“
“He called her sweetheart, if that means anything to you.” Alastor replies, Charlie blinks.
“Sweetheart?”
“Yes. That’s what he called her.” Alastor meets her gaze. “She appeared from a portal. Not to mention that.” He points his staff at the severed human body in the middle of the floor. “A human man tried coming in after her. Quite a sight.”
Quite a sight indeed…
“I don’t understand.” Charlie glanced around the mess of blood covering the lobby, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“Your father seemed rather worried about her.” Alastor pointed out as he waved a hand to tidy up the bloodshed. The lobby was cleaned in an instant, the severed body now sitting comfortably in his room where he will treat himself to a meal later. “Would you like me to investigate?”
“No. No, I’ll go.” She mumbled as she headed for her father’s bedroom. “Thank you for cleaning the mess.”
“It’s what I’m here for.” He bows and watches her rush out of the room with Vaggi right on her heels. Alastor waits a few moments, humming a jaunty tune to himself before he follows her in the shadows.
There was no way he was missing out on this.
When Charlie arrived at her father’s room, she, Vaggi and Alastor were shocked to see the three of the seven deadly sins gathered by his door.
“Is it really her?” Asmodeus whispered, his hulking frame shrunk down to fit into the hall. Alastor had seen him a few times on that noisy picture box everyone in the hotel insists on having. He knows that the sin of lust is usually a large, vibrantly colored, burly demon. His true stature is intimidating, to say the least. “I mean, it had to be right? You felt that?”
“How could I not?” Another sin, Beelzebub, replies. Beelzebub was a tall, slim fox like demon with a rather shapely body, her fur a light yellow with fushia stripes. She too is usually a giant creature, but like Asmodeus, she’s shrunk herself to fit into the hallway. “I mean my skin was literally crawling at the shift.” Her wings, which oddly resemble an insect’s, fluttered behind her as she used her two pairs of arms to hold herself. “It totally ruined the vibe at my party.”
“Where has she been?” Belphegor yawned, her eyes closed and her head resting against the doorframe. A sheep like llama demon with four arms and long, puffy lavender wool, with a melting black candle on her head that burned a pink flame. It was a fitting design for the sin of sloth. “It’s been what? Seven hundred years now?”
Seven hundred years? Just who is that girl that she earned the presence of the strongest demons in hell?
“Do you three know who’s in there with my father?” Charlie asked, her gaze jumping between each sin. They share a look before averting their gazes to the floor.
“She uh-“ Beelzebub sighs, her brows furrowed. “It’s not for us to say, princess.”
A blood curdling screaming echoed through the halls, the walls shaking and windows shattering. Charlie’s eyes widen, her chest heaving as she tried to advance forward. The sins stepped in front of her, blocking her path into the room.
“You don’t want to go in there.” Asmodeus warns, his tone light and soothing. “It’s not pretty.”
“I am the princess of Hell!” She snaps, but as usual with Charlie, there wasn’t much bite. “Move out of my way!”
They don’t budge. Their pitying gazes inform Alastor of all he needs to know.
They don’t take orders from her…
Charlie deflates at their defiance, her eyes watering. Vaggi comes up behind her and wraps her up in her arms.
“Let’s sit down over here, babe.” She coos and guides her to the closest chair. “It’ll be okay. We’ll get this figured out.”
Another scream, then the pleasant sound of cracking bones echoed into the air.
Instead of waiting outside with the rest, Alastor decided to sneak into the chaos.
Inside, Alastor is met with a hideous display of rubber ducks. Atrocious and tacky and-
“How much longer?” Lucifer’s voice filters from the back of the room. Alastor slithers further in, the stench of antiseptic and blood guiding him where to go. A hospital room, no doubt made from the King of Hell's magic, was where the bathroom once was. Another sin, Satan, was hovering over the girl’s body, her chest cracked open to reveal three missing rib bones. The rest were branded with some type of symbols Alastor couldn’t place.
“I’m going as fast as I can,” Satan growled, a muscular dragon demon who Alastor heard had been running most of hell in Lucifer’s absence. His skin was different shades of red, two sets of different horns on his head, and his wings tucked close to his back as he gripped another rib from the girl’s chest and snapped the piece with the strange symbol on it. She screamed, tears streaking down her face as he continued to break more and more. “It would be easier if you kept her sedated.”
“I’m try-“
“No, you’re not!” Satan snapped. “You’re letting your emotions distract you!”
“Can you blame me?! It- Satan, it’s HER…” Lucifer grips her hand, a soft light glowing from his palm as the girl’s face went slack. “I haven’t seen her in so long.” He continued to pull and crack, her body healing a few minutes later after every extraction. Alastor watched with intrigue, his curiosity growing more and more with each passing second. “She’s gone for all these years and when she finally comes home she’s-“ His voice cracks. “She’s barely clinging to life.”
“I thought you were keeping tabs on her?”
“When she left, I tried, but… I guess I let her slip through my fingers.”
“That’s not the only thing you’ve let slip.” His gaze flicks over to Lucifer in disappointment. Lucifer ignores him, his attention only on the strange girl on the bed. “Last one.” One last crack and once again all of hell trembled underneath everyone’s feet. Heat surged through the room, that same power from earlier suffocating him from the shadows. “Fuck, that’s intense.”
“I know.” Lucifer cradles the girl’s hand close to his face. “Thank you for coming.”
“It’s the first time I’ve heard from you in years. Of course I’d come.” He runs a hand down his face. “Plus, I’ve never been able to say no to you, have I?”
“No, I guess not.” Lucifer glances at the door where the other sins and Charlie are still waiting. “What am I gonna tell Charlie?”
The room goes silent.
After a few minutes, Satan sighs.
“Tell her the truth.” He heads to the door, and Alastor’s ear perks up. “Tell her that her sister is home.”