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【 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 】
"While I know this may not be the best time, I have an announcement to make," Alastor began with a jaunty chuckle as he gestured to (Y/N) beside him, everyone casting their weary gazes his way. "I would like to introduce you to (Y/N)."
With that, he snapped his fingers, and all watched with wide eyes as the cat before them slowly shifted to that of a human-like figure swathed in the familiar green and red traces of Alastor's magic. (Y/N) blinked, having not expected Alastor to actually concede to her request of being introduced to the others in the hotel. In fact, as she gave an awkward wave to the residents who were now staring at her with dropped jaws, she wondered if he did this so suddenly on purpose out of spite.
"I'm sorry, what?" Charlie gasped as she leaned forward from where she was sitting, looking as if everything she knew was a lie. "Your cat... is a human? Wait, no... humans can't come down here... so is she a sinner demon?"
"Correct!" Alastor pointed a finger at her, monopoly sounds erupting from his microphone.
"Can someone explain what the hell is going on?" Angel raised a brow, puzzled since he was just introduced to (Y/N) as a cat.
"Isn't it obvious?" Vaggie rolled her eyes.
"No," Angel crossed both sets of his arms, unamused. "It's not, vagina."
Vaggie scowled at the spider demon.
"Sorry to suddenly... interrupt, hi..." (Y/N) waved her hand to get everyone's attention, slightly unnerved from how everyone was looking at her expectantly—save for Husk who looked impassive to everything as usual. "But I died up above, so I am a resident of Hell. As for why I came down here as an actual cat... I don't really know. Alastor so far is the only one I know who can help me."
"Help you... not be a cat?" Charlie enunciated.
(Y/N) nodded with a bashful smile.
"Is that why you wouldn't let her out of your room?" Vaggie questioned towards Alastor as she narrowed her eyes. "I had to listen to Charlie worrying about your cat incessantly since, let's be honest, it's pretty fucking obvious an Overlord like you doesn't know the first thing about how to take care of an animal."
"Aren't I always full of surprises?" Alastor chuckled before glancing down at (Y/N) with a smirk. "It's nice keeping the people on their toes, isn't that right, my dear?"
"I didn't purposefully keep my real form a secret, it was Alastor's decision," she merely grumbled.
Everyone deadpanned at Alastor.
His smile merely grew larger if possible.
"Well..." Charlie clapped her hands together, gaining everyone's attention as she did so. "If that's the case... then that means you can be our second patron, (Y/N)! Alastor is the only one who can help you maintain your non-feline form, right? You'll have to stay here! Of course... that's only if you're willing. You are willing... right?" Charlie looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, then adding on, "I mean, if you check-out to Heaven, you won't take on the form of a cat, doesn't that count for something?"
"I'm fine with that..." (Y/N) agreed as she glanced at Alastor from the corner of her eye. "After all, you're right that I can't leave Alastor..."
"That's wonderful!" Charlie cheered, eagerly pulling the other girl in for a hug.
Not even a moment later, Alastor grabbed (Y/N) by the collar of her shirt and yanked her back towards him, successfully breaking Charlie's hold of her. His expression didn't shift from his normal grin even as Charlie blinked up at him in mild surprise, then feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rising from the way he stared down at her.
It was odd.
Such a reaction never happened.
"Sorry to interrupt your guys' little love fest, but did you forget about the shitstorm heading our way?" Angel declared as he began scrolling through his phone, both Husk and Niffty disappearing after looking over his shoulder and towards his phone. "I mean, look at what's happening in the Doomsday District."
Angel turned the screen to face them, news stations covering fires raging out of control and frantic citizens.
"Let's go, my dear," Alastor wrapped an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulder to lead her away from the main room, instantly able to tell how she stiffened from the sudden contact—an amusing reaction, if anything. "Such talk is wacky and nonsensical, is it not? Far too depressing for our spirits. Let's enjoy a cup of coffee out on the balcony."
"Okay..." (Y/N) shrugged. "Ah, but I don't like my coffee black. Can it be a bit sweeter?"
Alastor stared down at her, his expression and smile equating surprise.
(Y/N)'s own expression froze.
Oh, I fucked up.
How am I supposed to know what he likes!?
"That's my preference," she then further explained, trying to hide any and all sense of bewilderment as she hurried to smoothen out her mistake. "I don't like black coffee, but I don't like too sweet coffee. Only just a bit."
"Of course!" Alastor seemed to have collected himself as well as he continued to move her along. "Anything for my dear companion!"
(Y/N) let out a silent sigh of relief.
Oh, thank God.
Looks like I passed that hurdle.
He probably would've killed me if he found out that I was lying to him about my origins. But it's not like I can just say 'Hey, you're from a TV show!'
He'd probably just think I'm crazy.
Pushing her thoughts to the corners of her mind as she sat down at the circular table upon the balcony, (Y/N) watched as Alastor then conjured a cup of coffee before doing the same for her. Carefully placing the mug to her lips and drinking a tiny sip, she couldn't believe how perfect it tasted—more so, as if this cup of coffee was made specifically for her with her spoken preferences in mind.
"This is amazing!" She voiced her thoughts as she took another sip. "Thank you!"
"You're very welcome," Alastor let out a chuckle, looking as entertained as usual from her reactions to what he could do.
He couldn't help but laugh out loud not even a second later when a beam of light shot through the wall of the hotel only a few feet from them, effectively startling (Y/N) and making her jump almost ten feet in the air. Although she was a cat, Alastor couldn't help but be reminded of a bunny—a fluffy and adorable bunny who seemed to be scared of everything and anything, jumping at even the slightest of noises.
"There, there," he crooned down at (Y/N) almost mockingly so as he patted her head. "No need to be afraid. I'll take care of this problem."