Warnings/Tags: Female! Cenobite! Reader, occasional flashbacks to human Alastor and reader, possibly ooc Alastor, Reader already has a Cenobite look that will be brought up occasionally, mentions of death, torture, pain, manipulation, blood and gore. (Anything in italics during the story is a memory of their past life). Not proof read!
“You’re joking, right?” Vaggie spoke, a hint of disbelief being evident within her voice as she stared at her girlfriend, blinking slowly. Charlie seemed confused as to why she’d say that, soon tilting her head, “what’s the issue? What’s wrong with having a meeting with a Cenobite?”
That conversation seemed to pique Alastor’s interest, who was sitting on the couch there, newspaper in hands whilst he looked over to the two females, his ever present smile seeming to widen.
“Charlie! It’s a Cenobite for goodness sake! They feel no emotion, nothing..what makes you think this one is going to help us in any way? For all I know, she could try to harm you!” she groaned slightly, pinching the bridge of her nose, clearly getting agitated by the whole ordeal. Why would the princess of hell want to be associated with those..things? Thoughts like that ran rampant within Vaggie’s mind until Charlie’s hands found leverage upon the other woman’s shoulders, “I’ll be fine Vaggie, really.” The blonde smiled brightly towards her girlfriend, soon gesturing towards Alastor with her head, “besides, I’m going to be taking him with me.”
That confused the male ever so slightly, and soon enough he disappeared into the shadows, only to reemerge behind Charlie, “I don’t recall that being ran by me!” he spoke, laughing slightly whilst tilting his head, his ears seeming to fall back on his head. Charlie blinked a bunch, looking at the male from over her shoulder before smiling once again yet laughed nervously, “well..I thought maybe you’d want to tag along?”
Alastor laughed at that, shaking his head as well but didn’t argue against it. Perhaps this could be “entertaining” for him.
~~Meanwhile at the Cenobite Realm~~
You were stood there whilst the blue light and fog seemed to swirl around, your pitch black eyes were fixated upon the opening to your realm. You were awaiting the princess of hell’s arrival, hands held directly in front of you. You were confused as to why such a being would want a meeting with one of your kind, but that didn’t matter. However, you didn’t have to wait much longer until she was there, accompanied by a demon clad in red. Oddly, you felt as if you knew this man. As if there was a strong connection between the two of you but..you couldn’t figure out what it was.
Soon enough, a chipper voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you looked towards the blonde female stood beside the male, “hello! Thank you for..actually taking the time to have this meeting with me. Um, I tried to speak with heaven to prevent the exterminations in hell and such but they just..made it come sooner.” She began explaining. How pitiful.
You simply stared at her, face and eyes devoid of all emotion as you listened to her little sob story. As she continued, you sighed, “do I look like the type of being to care about this?” you spoke with a monotone voice. Charlie felt as if your eyes were boring into her, making her shift uncomfortably before her gaze landed on Alastor. The male sighed, still smiling however before holding both hands behind his back, “what the princess is trying to say is that she’d like your help.”
You let out a cold and hollow laugh at the ridiculous idea, shaking your head before taking slow steps towards the two. Your eyes landed on Alastor momentarily, observing him..why did he seem familiar?
You had just gotten home from shopping to restock the food in the house you lived in with your husband. Your gaze shifted around, in search for the male you’d grown to love but there was no sign of him, causing you to sigh, “looks like he’s still at that radio station.” You shook your head, walking past the radio in the living room then approached the kitchen, placing your bags down on the counter there. It wasn’t too much longer before you began putting away all the things you bought then your eyes landed on the strange puzzle box you had found along the walls outside. You looked down at it, picking the cube up in your hand before turning it around as if to get a better look at it. You’d been quite the puzzle “enthusiast” since a young age and yet..you’d never seen one made like that before. Which is what piqued your interest to pick it up.
A few hours had passed and you were sat on the couch, trying to find a way to solve the puzzle box but..no combination seemed to work. Soon enough, your beloved husband came home, “darling!” he called out and it was as if you could just hear the smile he was wearing. You chuckled at that, tilting your head back over the back of the sofa and your eyes trailed to Alastor, “come look at this,” you spoke, smiling before quickly lifting your head back up so the blood wouldn’t flow straight to it and make you dizzy. What you had said seemed to intrigue the male, to which he stood behind where you were sat, hands propped upon your shoulders whilst his eyes landed on the cube you held, “may I ask what that is? Is it another one of those puzzles my dear?” he soon spoke, technically answering his own question before laughing softly.
You nodded your head in an almost enthusiastic manner, one hand soon moving to rest atop of your husbands, “it is! But..I’ve never heard of one like this before, isn’t that strange? Usually any puzzle made would be wrote down in a book. Perhaps a skipped past one..” you muttered soon after, your attention being back upon the puzzle box and a concentrated expression crossed your face. Alastor shook his head a little, tapping your shoulders shortly afterwards before removing his suit jacket, hanging it up on the rail nearby, “well..whilst you figure that out my dear, I’ll prepare some food.” You smiled at his words. In that time and day, it was mainly the women who were made to do all the housework and you were even brought up to do the same. However, your husband was quite happy to make dinner every now and again. You sighed in appreciation, you truly found someone amazing. You decided to place the cube down on the couch, standing up after doing so before walking to Alastor and wrapped your arms around his waist, “oh alas-“
You snapped out of whatever thoughts you just had, a strange emotion creeping upon you. One you didn’t know you had. Who was that man in the memory? Who was the woman? You soon shook your head, not wanting to dwell upon it before your gaze drifted back to Charlie again, “if I do help you with this little problem you seem to have, what will I get in return?” you asked, your voice still holding the monotone sound to it. It was as if you felt nothing again.
However, unknown to you, Alastor seemed to have recognised you. He knew who you were..but why didn’t you recognise him? What was going on? He frowned faintly, although his smile was still as present as ever.
