Alastor x reader

*redone* pt 1 the past cuts deep

"number 465382"
You hear your number begin called you get up and walk over to a angel standing in front of a gold pillar with a large book infront of him
"(Y/n) (l/n)? We have reviewed your book of life and your sentence is hell"

"this is completely insane! I don't belong in hell! What did I do!?" you say tears dripping down your face
Looking up at the pure white angelic being standing in front of you

"I do apologize (y/n) but it says here that you sold your soul back in 1933 in order to kill a radio host the deed was done and he was killed at...hmm let me see here" the angelic being says looking through a large book

"It was a passing thought! I didn't actually mean to sell my soul!" You say beginning to recall every horrible moment of that day.

(FLASHBACK BEGINS)
You hiding in fear behind some bushes covering your mouth attempting to silence your breath as you watch from the cracks in the leaves as the popular local radio host stabs your lover to death then stands up and turns to look in your direction
"Well now...it seems there will be alittle more entertainment than expected" the radio host says licking the blood of your loved one off the knife while stepping closer to your hiding spot
You instantly get up and start running away from him as fast as you can
"Please God help me!" You silently pray while you run
After what seems like forever you get to the deepest area in the forest you begin to look behind you to see if you are still being chased, you don't see or hear him so you begin to slow your pace but just as you slow down your leg gives out and you fall to the group "shit...no! please get up" you say to yourself trying to stand back up to no avaid
You look around for a stick or something to help you stand up. you reach for a fallen tree branch and you begin to struggle to stand up with the assistance of the branch you're finally up right but instead of feeling relieved you are instantly met with a knife handle pointing at you, your eyes scan upward and fear rushes over you as you see the radio host handing you the knife
"What?" You say looking at the blood stained knife
"Take it" the radio host says moving the knife closer to you
"Why?" You say confused reaching for the handle but then hesitating just before your hand makes contact with it
"While I was watching your rather pathetic yet entertaining display of weakness I thought to myself it would be more enjoyable if i watched you kill yourself" he says placing the knife in your hand

"Are you insane?!" You say gripping the knife tightly looking at him
You watch as he lifts his hand and bends his thumb and pointer finger close together "only slightly" he says giving a unsettling smile
"You see in this dule world there is really nothing that amuses me I really dislike being bored so I create my own entertainment" he says moving his hand down
"You call killing people entertainment! You're sick!" you say raising your voice
"Perhaps..but if watching you kill yourself proves more enjoyable then I might never have to kill again, I'll let others do half the work for me" he says bending down to your level and looking you in the eyes with a wicked smile
"You might be the cure for this sickness" he continues to say while moving your stray hairs away from your eyes
"It's a shame you really are quite pretty" he says chuckling
"Then...please...let me go...I swear I won't tell anyone about this..you have my word" you say looking at him while tears begin to fall down your face
" Hmm this is my favorite part I rather enjoy the bargaining for life bit do carry on" he says with a satisfied smile

You feel absolutely disgusted knowing you are only satisfying his lust for enjoyment
You grip the knife tight with Anger
"How about you beg for your life!" You say lunging at him with the knife
The radio host quicky grabs your hand and handle of the knife turns it towards you and stabs it right through your chest
The pain hits you and before you can say anything you cough up blood into his face he wipes it off with his other hand and begins to chuckle "funny i really enjoyed the part where you tried to fight for your life" he says digging the knife deeper in to you
You collapse onto the ground bleeding out "B-bastard" you say as blood starts leaking out of your mouth and chest
"Call me what you will my dear...to be you will always be known as my most enjoyable kill" he says dropping the knife at your feet then walks away

You turn onto your back and watch him walk away as your eyes begin to become blurry, you look up to the sky "please.. whoever is listening...I will sell my soul to anyone who kills that asshole first" you say closing your eyes
Just then you hear a gun shot and you look back at the radio host who is now collapsing to the ground lifeless
You turn and look back to the sky "thank you" you say as breath your last breath
(FLASH BACK ENDS)

"(Y/n)....(y/n)"
"Yes?" You say looking at the angelic being "It's time to go" he says
" Wait...Before I go... How long was I waiting for...what year it is?" You ask knowing you where in purgatory for years
"The year now is 2016" he says looking at him flip calender
"2016! I died in 1933!!" You exclaim
"Purgatory is set up so ones with serious offenses get sentenced early and naturally we send the people going to heaven in first so you where set aside for a few years" he says smiling at you
"But..." You try to say before the angel pushes the button
"I'm sorry but I do have alot of souls waiting behind you enjoy your afterlife" he says looking down at your feet
You look down and see a hole forming at your feet inside the whole you can see a red and black city you drop down and being to fall screaming the whole way

Author notes
Heya i have decided to re-write this whole story most things will stay the same....but it will be alittle different
I realized that the story was alittle well...hard to read...and follow...and I hated the closet scene and the ex boyfriend side plot...this whole story needs a facelift......
Thank you for understanding
❤️ Author

Stay tuned for part 2's touch up