「 Hell On Wheels! 」Alastor x Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter III

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One second I'm talking to a pastel goth witch demon, then next thing you know I'm being high-key abducted by said pastel goth witch demon.

I inhale deeply as I remain calm, leaning against the cushioned seat to relax for the rather bumpy ride. One side is the girl from earlier, Baggie, I believe. Rather interesting name for a demon. I'm joking, her name is Vaggie. If she had the name that described sandwich bags, then I'd understand why she's in Hell. She'd probably harpoon all her bullies in a heartbeat.

Beside rubber baggie however, was an alabaster blonde with rose red ovals painted over her cheeks and wide, anatomically incorrect eyes. She seemed incredibly awkward and antisocial so far with how she stayed in a heap beside the grey baggie. She was dressed nicely though, in a red tux and black dress pants so I had to give the girl some credit for not wearing a dress. Charlie, I think was her name. Either that or Charlotte.

And then you have Mr. Whoopdeedo himself, Angel Dust. The parents must have been high to name him after a drug. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a sibling named Ecstasy. He was just playing around with the window and not causing any trouble miraculously. Turns out he's a gay spider prostitute so that's uh, neat. I don't shame him for being a hooker or anything, because it's Hell for crying out loud. He already died so let him live the life he wants to down here.

And then you have the one who sticks out like a sore thumb in the group. Take a shot if you know who I'm thinking about.

"So. You mentioned back there when Angel tried to threaten you.." Vajay-jay trailed, her gaze flickering over to me. I blink at her, deciding to play dumb. I remain quiet, expecting her to continue with her statement with an intense staring contest. She just merely stared back. Seems she expected me to continue her as if I'm the epitome of politeness.

I blink at her.

She blinks back.

Then, Angel Dust, being the nice spider demon he is, sat up. "Yeah, she mentioned how she killed two people before me. Crazy newbie to the demon world I guess." He shrugged it off casually, sending a bright grin. Only then did I notice his gold tooth that glinted under the mellow lighting, which I had to admit looked pretty cool. "She was prolly tryna make me back off." He added. Vaggie narrowed her eyes at the spider demon as he played with the window. She seemed tempted to do something, but refrained.

"Is it true, (Y/N)?" She asked cautiously, looking at me for confirmation. "It wasn't actually true?" I pretend to think for a moment. Obviously I already know what I'm going to answer for.

I inhale and shut my eyes. "No." I shake my head. "I didn't hurt anyone." I frowned a little, opening my eyes to stare at the roof of the limousine. "It was just a method I use for intimidation." As I excuse my violent behavior, I could practically hear Vaggie's blatant disappointment and the sound of Angel's ego inflating.

"Of course. She's a newbie in Hell, whaddya expect?" Angel mused, shrugging off my initially threatening demeanor that he literally about five minutes ago. Vaggie narrowed her eyes at him. "For all you know, she could have killed you, regardless if she had experience or not. The intent to kill you was on the spot, but certainly present." The blonde, Charlotte, seemed rather uncomfortable thanks to Vaggie's words.

She finally caved in and gave a humbled yet awkward laugh. "Hey uh, let's drop the topic, okay??" Charlie smiled through her draping, blonde hair. Angel looked at her, and narrowed his eyes as if he wanted to say something.

Vaggie merely nodded like she immediately understood. "All right."

Mr. I-was-named-after-a-drug didn't seem to understand though.