Alastor x Reader Imagines❤ ✔[COMPLETED]

Imagine 12: The Art Of Dance✨ (Pt. 2/Finale)

When you reach outside and step onto Hell's dirt ridden/drug laced sidewalks, your eyes widen when you see a limo waiting at the club's entrance, it's back door open, as one well-dressed driver waits for you to step inside the limo before he'll close the door behind you.

He sent a limo for you...how classy of him indeed.

You slowly climb into the back of the limo, the door shutting behind you as you watch the quite large demon open the driver's door and sits, hands on the steering wheel as he begins to drive away from the tiny club owned by Mimzy, and towards the mansion where your fan Alastor awaits.

You glance out the window, eyes following the demons who walk the sidewalks. Some demons causing mayhem, others simply trying to avoid it, and there being a select few who lean against a building...taking drugs.

You shudder. Such a disgusting place to be in. Though you yourself were a sinner in your human years, you can't help but wonder if it's possible for you to receive redemption and leave this hopeless place.

Ten minutes pass, and the limo stops in front of two large metal gates, its stone stairway leading up to the five-story high mansion with two peaking towers. You stare up at it, your jaw dropped. Such a huge home for one single man...it's almost as if it's a palace from a children's story book.

You giggle. Alastor does think highly of himself...much like a king does. So of course, this is expected of Alastor to have the grandest home in Hell. Possibly even grander than Lucier's home.

When the limo door opens and you are led up the stairway, your eyes glance at the rows of roses growing on the railing, its beautiful red flower heads reaching for the light of Hell. You are such a fan of roses...for they are the flowers that are always involved with romance and love. Admit it to yourself, you are a hopeless romantic.

The doors to Alastor's house are opened by two small demons, not as well dressed as the limo driver, but still in respectable clothes. The demon to your left clasps his hands behind his back, flicking a look towards the right side of the main part of the house.

"Alastor is waiting for you in the dining room."

You gulp. He's already waiting for you? How long has he been waiting for you, is the main question.

The demon leads you through a crimson painted hallway with black trimming and a polished wooden floor, until the hallway opens up into a large dining room, where a stone mantle fireplace sits in the corner, and a grand oak table fit for ten demons stand in the middle.

Your eyes take in all your surroundings, feeling as if you're walking through a scene in a fantasy story. There is red carpeting beneath the table's feet, and hanging on the fireplace stone mantle is the head of a male deer, it's horns large and reaching towards the sky as its taxidermized eyes stare lifeless into space.

You suddenly see Alastor, sitting on the chair to your left, his hands clasped on the smooth table as he stares down at a glass of wine beside him.

The demon bows. "She has arrived."

Alastor looks at you, his eyes seeming to fill with that same hungry stare he always gives you. Though this time...you also see a little excitement within his crimson gaze.

"Y/N darling! How wonderful it is to see you here!" Alastor rises to his feet, taking your hand to lead you to the chair beside him. He pulls the chair out for you to sit, and when you sit, he pushes it in. One of the many gentlemen codes Alastor has.