You were just like any human, you had your mistakes. Apparently, they were enough to make you go to hell. You wasn't surprised, but you were at the same time. You had a rough life, and I mean rough, abusive boyfriend who was a druggie and rapist. Ya...
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Male:
You had a (favorite color) Victorian style suit. 'It is outstanding!' It was a wonderous (favorite color) suit with (favorite flower) accents on it (imagine it on there, or leave the suit as is!). You put the suit and put on shoes to match and opened the other box. The box contained (favorite color) silk-like gloves, and a nice (favorite color) tie (or bowtie) also with (favorite flower, or no flower) accents. You fixed your hair up a bit and admired yourself in the mirror.
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Regular POV:
Once you were done, you walked to your closet, grabbed Alastor's gift, went to your bedroom door, opened it and left. You walked down the hall, looking at the beautiful paintings along the way. You got to the fancy stairs (below) and stood, holding onto the top railing. You looked down and saw that Alastor sitting on his sofa with his head down. You smiled, and figured that he was reading. You cleared your throat, and watched as he whipped his head around. His eyes widened and his smile was small. You smiled more. You knew that he didn't like allowing his smile to fade. It made you happy that he trusted you enough to just let go. You started to descend from the top of the stairs when he stood up and waited at the last stair for you.
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Alastor's POV:
I was just reading a book as I waited for them to get ready. I wasn't about to go up there and rush them. As I was about done with the 10th chapter, I heard someone clear their throat. I turned around and saw (Y/N). They looked so wonderful! I felt my heart speed up as I walked to the end of the staircase. I watched as their face turned bright red as they locked eyes with me. I felt my face heat up as well. This feeling has been haunting me since they came to hell. It seems just like yesterday they came here (In reality, it has only been like a week, maybe two. I was just lazy and forgot to show the time skips). Once they got to the bottom stair, I hesitated, but very slowly reached my hand out to them. They looked to my hand, to my eye, and then grabbed my hand softly, still keeping eye contact. We walked to the front door, not saying a word the whole way. I slipped my coat on my shoulders quickly, then grabbed their coat off the rack and held it open for them. They smiled at me, and turned around. I helped them into their jacket and opened the door. We walked to the hotel in a comfortable silence. I was about to say something to break the silence when a scream tore across the red drenched sky. We both stopped dead in our tracks, turning our heads to see if we could find the source. I felt my ear twitch to the left, which was an pitch black alley way (like my soul! Carry on). I pulled (Y/n) back behind me as I turned and face the alley. "Alastor? W-what is g-" they were cut off by a flash of purple being thrown toward us. I pulled (Y/n) with me back. We fell down and heard another collision. I looked to (Y/n), they were looking to their right, so I followed suit since they looked stunned. When I looked up to the right, I saw a sight that I never thought I would see, or at least want to see.
Lavender laying against the wall, with an athame in her chest.
