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

Chapter XI

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Someone help me. I'm dying.

  Well my soul is dying. Not me since my physical form already withered away from death several hours ago since I left the surface of the Earth with a literal bang. But you get the point so I'll halt with the unnecessary elaboration.

Regardless of my wellbeing, I went from wanting alone time to wanting to be in a group to wanting to be alone again. Knowing my condition it has to do with some kind of chemical imbalance since death was not too long ago, less than a day ago in truth.

Whatever it is, I regret my earlier thought of wanting to be in a group again. Why? Well, join us today on the flimsy excuse of a life that belongs to me, where we're starting off exactly where we left off.

Yeah, I'm done with the icy sarcasm. Back to reality.

"Angel Dust, move your arm!" Vaggie sharply hissed, elbowing the anthropomorphic spider-furry-demon creature thing with a clear expression of disgust. Said demon responded with a "hmph" but he obliged nonetheless, probably not wanting to get a harpoon to the throat.

A few minutes passed since the three made a rather flashy entrance to the pub and sat down at a booth, and in the span of those minutes, they managed to cause some chaos. But of course they couldn't get kicked out with the presence of The Radio Demon and the princess of Hell and all her subjects.

And to think one day, Charlie may lead Hell. With an iron fist? Most likely not but rather with a thin white glove made of clouds.

I mean, the girl was singing on a live television broadcast. Do you really have the guts to kick someone as colorful as her out?

Whatever it is, here I am, sitting down against the wall with a small scowl. The booth was definitely large enough to fit the five us, Alastor being on my left and the other three sitting across us. Why Alastor insisted on being by my side?

Like Hell I know.

"What should we get?" Charlie spoke up, sitting directly across from me and also against the wall.

She was holding a menu between her petite hands, eyes and focus flickering along the contents of the plastic encased booklet. Vaggie was leaning over to read with her, contemplating her choices.

Angel meanwhile was drawing circles with his finger on the table with boredom clear on his beef jerky shaped face. He probably already chose what to order if he's being so aloof. Either that or he actually listened when I told him he shouldn't eat after having alcohol

Across from him was Alastor who was sipping another glass of wine from earlier during our dull and short conversation. It seemed he had no intent of ordering anything based on his lack of menu. Same goes for me, having two rounds is more than enough.

  Uncapping the bottle, I tilt it up to meet my somewhat chapped lips and hungrily gulp down the liquid. The cool temperature soothed the lingering taste of bittersweet alcohol that wrapped around my palate and drowned it all out. Damn, it's refreshing.

  I hold it up for several seconds before sealing it, noting how I managed to drink half of the bottle's contents. Alcohol needs to be drowned out by water in order for it to be quickly flushed out of one's system, and I have no intent to end up as a drunken fool on my first day.

Vaggie's eyebrows softened from their usual tight furrow upon finishing scanning the menu. "Not so bad. Food actually seems good." She propped herself up with one of her elbows and held a satisfied expression. "Far better than some joints in Hell."

I raise a brow, ready to question before it clicked in my mind. Right, this is Hell. And she's friends with Charlotte Magne. It's only natural she gets treated to some pristine eateries, right? Right.

Alastor smiled—not like he wasn't smiling before—and nodded along. "Indeed! Luckily (Y/N) chose it right?" He beamed, taking a long sip from his glass of wine. I contain my urge to scowl and just toy with the wrapper around the body of the bottle.

Vaggie still has this look of caution on her face, showing she still has yet to trust The Radio Demon that is Alastor. I don't blame her and I never will probably, since this isn't some cliché movie where you instantly trust whoever comes into your lifetime.

Then again, Charlie trusted Alastor after a conversation consisting of a few minutes.

I draw circles with the pad of my thumb on the uneven plastic, applying some pressure every now and then and causing some popping noises.

  "Waiter! We're ready to order!" Charlie called, waving her hand.

The male waiter came quickly, smiling happily. He asked for their orders and they quickly began to speak. Not like I'm paying attention. I continue to play around with the water bottle while they speak and exchange words with one another.

Going solo this early on is probably a pretty bad idea. I don't know a lot, meaning I don't know shit, about Hell. Besides the fact this place is crawling with sinners and petty crimes, it doesn't seem like a bad neighborhood to live in. Depends on the turf though.

"I'm gonna go out for a lil' bit." Angel Dust stood up, sliding out of the booth. It was pretty random but luckily Vaggie has quick reflexes and instantly questioned him. He merely smiled. "Gonna get some fresh air, sweetheart!" With that, he strutted out of the bar with a stylish skip in his step.

No one left to go after him. "Well that's settled!" Alastor tried diverting our gazes that were placed on the male spider demon and he succeeded. He placed the now empty glass on the table and exhaled lightly, his shoulders visibly sagging with relief.

I continue to fondle with the water bottle, not giving two shits about their conversation. In a place like this, you either live alone or with someone at your side. Somewhat like the Hunger Games if you think about it. What would be the best way to survive?

"Hey, (Y/N). Do you want to stay over at the hotel?" It was completely out of the blue. The question I mean. I look up, taking in the fact it came from Vaggie. Vaggie of all people. She honestly had such a moody resting bitch face on too, making my mind flicker with the possibility of sarcasm.

Charlie's look of surprise didn't help at all. The female demon tapped her slim fingers against the table and fixed her light but grunge-colored hair. "You're new here remember? You don't have a place to stay at."

What if they murder me in my sleep?

The ears attached to my head flatten when my mind conjured the possibility of this being a potential murder scheme. Yeah, call it childish, but I only met them hours ago. Even if Charlie's a sweetheart and Vaggie seems to be a supportive friend, these two are
more than capable of committing murder like anyone else.

The strawberry colored demon that sat beside me nodded his head. "Yes! That's true! I'll also be staying at the hotel as well." He was awfully stiff with his way of speaking this time around, causing suspicion to flicker in my chest but only for it to die down sharply. Alastor's staying at the hotel?

All the more reason to decline.

I don't trust people in the blink of an eye like a certain pale faced blonde. That's probably why I'm sending a penetrating gaze towards the water bottle I tightly clench in my hands. "Yeah, you should stay over! We can go to the local market to get you any extra toiletries if you want." Charlie piped in, her interest piqued.

Why are they so friendly? I could feel my mouth twist into a grim frown but I quickly revert it to its regular thin line. The pressure isn't all that much, but it's definitely there.

I open my mouth to decline. "Sure. Fine by me."

What.

Charlie squealed, a bright simper overtaking her already wide grin. "Great! It's settled!" The other demon seated beside the Magne nodded in approval, clearly fine with this turn of events.

  Alastor turned to look at me, amusement sparkling in his red hues. Oh how badly I wanted to punch something.

Something's wrong with me. I really need to learn how to get comfortable in being honest.