My Sweet Demon Bell (Alastor x daughter reader)

Chapter 22

"Get to the point, Darling," he urges, a bit impatient.

"Just think about it. The incident I caused on Cannibal Street already gave them quite a scare. I'm not the type of person you want to mess with, after all. I learned from the expert," I proudly state.

"You really are my daughter, as stubborn as I am," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"So, what do you think?" I tease.

"Fine," he concedes.

"Yes!" I celebrate, doing a victory dance in the room.

"Don't let this get to you because I'm still watching you," he warns, walking back to his table. He really know how to ruin the mood isn't he.

"Ugh, fine," I say, rolling my eyes dramatically,landing on the couch with a theatrical sigh.

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The following morning dawned with a sense of newfound energy at the Happy Hotel. The staff was bustling with excitement, eager to share the morning cheer with everyone. As they moved around the lobby, Vaggie and Husk exchanged greetings. Niffty was cleaning, while I, in the kitchen, was cooking breakfast for everyone. As I listened to the radio, Charlie, being the morning person, approached me with a beaming smile.

"Good morning, Y/n! What do we have for breakfast today?" I couldn't help but mirror her enthusiasm.

"Morning, Charlie! We've got the classic combo – bacon and eggs. You know, the breakfast of champions." Charlie chuckled, appreciating the simplicity.

"Excellent choice! I'm sure everyone will love it. Where's Alastor, by the way?" I glanced around the dining room, and with a shrug, I replied, "He's probably in his office, doing his morning broadcast as always. You know how he likes to start the day."

"Ah, got it. I suppose I'll just go ahead and check with everyone to see if they've spotted him. Once they do, they'll know it's time for breakfast," Charlie said with a cheerful nod, continuing with her morning routine.

The dining room was abuzz with the clinking of cutlery and the aroma of sizzling bacon as everyone settled in for the first meal of the day. As I took a seat, I overheard snippets of conversations – the staff discussing their peculiar past lives and the peculiarities in Hell. The atmosphere was lively, filled with a sense of camaraderie that had grown stronger with each passing day. In the Hotel, the staff carried out their daily routines, making it feel like home. The dining room echoed with the clatter of dishes and the hum of conversations, creating an atmosphere of familiarity and camaraderie.

Meanwhile, in the secluded sanctuary of his office, Alastor stood before an intricately designed microphone, his crimson eyes alight with a mischievous glint. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and with a flourish, he began his grand announcement to the entire hell with a smirk on his face.

"Good morning, dear citizens of Hell! I trust you find yourselves in good spirits on this fine day," Alastor's resonant voice cascaded through the realms, captivating the attention of demons far and wide.

He continued, "Here I am broadcasting to address the whispers, the hushed conversations that have woven a tapestry of speculation about a certain demoness resembling yours truly. You've heard the murmurs—the possibility of kinship, a familial connection. Well, my friends, I am here to confirm those rumors." The air crackled with otherworldly energy as Alastor unfurled the details of the enigma that had shrouded him.