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

Chapter XIV

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Turf wars.

  Those two words had slipped out of Vaggie's mouth and the next thirty seconds went by in a flash, literally. Before you even knew it you were being swiftly ushered towards where the limousine was parked with the three other demons at your side. It was completely sudden and you weren't even aware of what was happening.

Earlier on, Angel Dust had sent a text to Vaggie saying he'll catch up when he can because he has some unfinished business. The pastel goth witch demon wasn't even aware by unfinished business he was referring to contributing to a large case of territorial genocide.

They already saw the news broadcast earlier that day, but never once she expect him to be a part of it. Territory being up for grabs and two eager demons fighting for it, resulting in severe casualties when they least expected and even death. Who knew?

The shock was even worse for the princess. She herself was helping to make Angel be clean and stop the consistent use of drugs and alcohol to the point she even assumed he stopped abusing it. Only for all of her hopes to be crushed by one simple phone call the night of a new arrival in Hell was starting to finally set in.

Alastor himself wasn't all that fond or close to Angel Dust albeit he had heard of him a couple of times but was well aware of the fact something was going to happen tonight. He just decided not to meddle and investigate you personally; something he halfheartedly regrets currently.

But as you find yourself being shoved into the limousine and rushing to take a seat wih Vaggie yelling in her native tongue to their driver, you didn't know what to feel. It wasn't as if you were as close to or as aware of Angel as the rest of them. You were just a newborn in this world with insanely high luck and also a newborn that still needs to adapt to this new environment.

How did a placid night turn so quickly just by something as simple as a phone call?

  "Shit, shit, shit! It's all on the news!" Vaggie's loud muttering and panic dripping from her voice. Her eyes were wide with raw fear as she fumbled with her phone, harpoon standing upright at an angle beside her as to not puncture the roof of the limousine.

  Charlie wasn't hesitating to make her anxiety shine brighter than any other emotion she might have been experiencing. Wrinkles and creases were bound to start forming on the red blazer's sleeves where she gripped ever so tightly. "Angel, dang it Angel!" She murmured it on repeat, worry glistening in her orbs as blood rushed to her face due to the emotion high.

  You could only grip the seat and tightly clench the protective cushioning, feeling unease settle in the pit of your stomach. How did it even come to this? It was only your first day in Hell and you managed to get caught up in something like this.

  "Hurry up!" The witch shouted to the driver, looking over at Charlie with concern etched onto her face. She pulled the trembling girl into her arms with a shaky sigh as an attempt of comfort, although if anything it just worsened the situation.

Angel managed to get himself in trouble and that could damage the hotel's reputation drastically, which only added to the present reason of concern over a friend.

And you realize that now as you take in the sight of Vaggie whispering sweet nothings and aphorisms of reassurance to her companion while Charlie clenched onto her sweater dress for dear life with her face burrowd into the other's neck, their relationship may run deeper than you had initially analyzed.