Curiosity Viciously Murdered the Cat (Alastor x reader)

You woke, wondering if you were insane and how you slept comfortably with gigantic wings on your back.

"Do angels usually get bored?" you asked one afternoon sprawled on the couch after the days had passed and crawled by. You glanced at Cursed Cat Alastor, who was batting at the blinds, but unlike the typical cliché he looked like he wanted to make the blinds suffer for its treason.

He halted, pondering your question.

"I miss... the chaos of life," you continued. "Maybe not the dying part, but just, the unpredictability."

The cat's grin widened.

You began to crave cake pops. "You know what? I think I'll just go back to the café."

Cat Alastor left and came back with a purse that was buried deep in your closet. He tossed it at you and climbed into it when you put it on.

This was surprising, because as far as you knew Cursed Cat Alastor had not left the house since he came.

You strutted out the door and flew away five feet in the air occasionally getting puffs of cloud in your face.

You made your way back to the coffee shop, and when you walked in Cat Alastor burrowed further into your purse.

You saw Tracy at the counter and sat down. "I need a cake pop- actually, two of them," you told her.

"Okay, but my shift ends soon."

While waiting, a conversation at the nearby table caught your attention. It was low and hushed, but you could easily make out what they were saying—mostly because it sounded very interesting.

"Can you really get permission to go to hell?!" An innocent-faced angel wearing bellbottoms asked.

"I've heard you can, but it's a lot of paperwork." A tall angel with dark hair replied.

A third angel chimed in. "But I'd never go down there with all the icky demons."

"Don't worry about it. They don't let you go down there without a good reason anyway." The first angel deadpanned.

You were thoroughly intrigued.

'What is it really like to go there? Could I go there? It would cure my boredom.' you thought.

You approached them and asked, "Where do you get permission?"

They stared at you in horror. "You aren't really considering going, are you?"

"You didn't hear this from me, but when you leave make a sharp right and continue 1.5 miles," the tall angel said.

You nodded and quietly thanked them. When you received your food, you left in a hurry.

You shoved a cake pop in your mouth and stuffed the other one in your purse. Cat Alastor inspected the new addition; his unimpressed stare said it all.

You followed the angel's instruction exactly and spotted a very tall and pointy, but unassuming building. You knew it was the one because out front it had a sign that read, 'Authorization Bureau for paperwork and stuff.'

You pushed open the door to a dimly lit, gray walled, and sparsely decorated waiting room. There was a bored angel at the front desk practically buried in files and office work.

"Excuse me," you approached, "I need authorization to go to hell."

"Not another one of those curious types," she said, obviously tired. "Look, sweetheart, I'm not supposed to just hand out permission like candy."

"Pleeeeeaaaase? What if I said I need to go there for unfinished business?"

Her lips pressed together in a thin line. "I don't believe you."

Cursed Cat Alastor hopped onto the table with a thud. His antlers grew and dark energy emanated from him.

"What is that demonic creature?!" she screeched.

"Nothing!" You shoved him back in the bag. "Don't worry about him. He must just want authorization."

She facepalmed and handed you the paperwork. "Fine, but you did not get this from me."

You picked up a pen on the desk and filled out the papers as she continued on to say, "You can only go for set amounts of time, and you cannot majorly interfere with events in hell. The orb will alert you when to come and go."

You nodded, and to your surprise, the finished papers turned into a dark red orb slightly bigger than your hand.

The angel snapped her fingers, and the orb disappeared. "If my employer is in a good mood, you should get this back quickly."

Before she finished speaking, the orb reappeared in your palm with a seal of approval.

"I guess go, and, um, stay safe."

With a wide smile, Cat Alastor climbed out of your purse again and tapped the orb, activating it. You both left heaven behind enveloped in red light.