Time In The Limelight (Alastor x Reader)

Who Are You?

 Y/N sat quietly in the large white limo. Her arms were crossed and she was looking out the window, watching the dreary world go past. She listened in on the bickering of her friends to pass the time. Angel Dust, Y/N's best friend, was sitting beside her. Angel was not like other people. No one down here was.

This was Hell. The place that every single sinner goes when they die. When you came down here, everything you knew goes straight out the window. Even what you thought you looked like. Everyone's appearance changed drastically when they arrive in hell. Angel was a fluffy white spider and a pornstar. He wore a white outfit that showed off the large amount of fluff on his chest. His gloves were a vibrant pink and covered his four hands. He wore dark shorts and dark thigh highs to match. He was in the process of being bitched at by Vaggie, a Spanish demon.

Vaggie had grey skin and exceptionally long white hair that covered where one of her eyes should be. In its place was a large pink X. Vaggie's eye had a pastel pink sclera and a light yellow iris. She had a large pink bow in her hair as well. She had on a white dress with two dark grey x's on the chest. One sleeve fell down her shoulder and exposed a grey shirt underneath the dress. She finished the outfit all off with long grey gloves and mix-match thigh highs. Vaggie was here because of Charlie.

Charlie was the Princess of Hell. She had a white shirt covered by a red suit. Her black pants complemented the style greatly. Her pale white skin was accented with her rosy cheeks. Her blonde hair perfectly matched the colour of her eyes. Charlie was trying to fix the overpopulation problem that Hell has. She was opening a place called the Happy Hotel, a place to rehabilitate sinners. That was where Y/N and Angel came in.

Angel had decided to help one of his friends with a turf war. Something that happens yearly after each extermination. Charlie and Vaggie had been at a news station advertising the hotel and talking about how well Angel and Y/N had been doing when they got the report that Angel had been helping with the turf war. Y/N, on the other hand, was busy trying to help Angel with some of his customers. Obviously, the interview was ruined and Angel was being scolded for it by Vaggie.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING?!" Vaggie screamed, pulling some of her own white locks out of her head.

"What? I owed my girl buddy a solid, isn't that a redeeming quality? Helping friends with stuff," Angel said in an unenthusiastic tone.

"Not with turf wars that result in mass genocide!!" Vaggie retorted back. Angel continued to bicker with her as Y/N got lost in thought. She played with some of her H/L, H/C locks. The ears on her head twitched. They were the same colour as her hair. Her long, fluffy white tail flicked every once in a while. Y/N was a wolf demon. A powerful one too. Though she preferred physical fights, she was capable of using extreme magical powers as well.

No one liked to make her angry.

She stared out the window until they finally reached their destination. They had arrived at the old run-down building that was Charlie's Happy Hotel. They walked in without a word. Vaggie sat on the couch and grumbled to herself, Charlie went and sat on some nearby boxes, Angel grabbed a popsicle and started licking it, and Y/N leaned against the wall by the check-in booth. She always preferred to watch rather than do anything remotely social.

Angel walked over to her and sat down on the booth's small counter. They all said nothing. Y/N watched as Charlie grabbed her phone and walked outside. A few seconds later she came back and slumped against the door. Y/N felt a pang of sympathy for the Princess though she didn't show it.

A knock resounded on the door. This certainly peaked Y/N's interest. Charlie got off of the door and looked at it as the knocking continued. After some hesitation, she opened the door. A tall man stood in the doorway. His skin was a sickly grey. He wore all red attire that looked like it came from the 1920's or 30's. He held a long pink cane that held a microphone at the end. His hair was poofy and very red with black along the tips. Two tufts of hair, that Y/N could only assume to be ears, pointed upwards and were black-tipped like his hair. His face was the intriguing thing to Y/N. He had very sharp yellow teeth in a wide smile. His eyes were three different shades of red and looked like they could see through anything. A red-tinted monocle was placed on his left eye. He looked down at Charlie past his pointed nose.