Let The Radio Play《 Alastor x Reader 》

《 Y/N POV 》

Well... shit.

My eyes flutter open bracing for the light after a long slumber. The room is rather dark and makes it easier for my eyes to adjust. I wait for the rest of my body to awaken, like spinning a wheel of misfortune on how badly the pain will rate and from where. I'm a little surprised when all I feel is a hot ache in my back and legs. Tentatively, I wiggle under the cover and wince in anticipation. Nothing. I stretch out my arms and legs trying to get the night's fatigue out of my muscles and still nothing more than the hot ache.

Huh... is this part of being a demon? Like, some sort of healing? I mean, it could make sense. It's hell after all. What's eternal damnation if you just die any time someone hurts you.

Satisfied that the worst of it is behind me I take a few seconds to survey my surroundings. A dimly lit bedroom, clean and well kept, with faded red painted walls. Side by side windows on the far side near the door with floor to ceiling sheer curtains draped in front of them. They let the red hue of hell in, casting a pink glow into the room. There's a long dresser across from the bed, centered against the wall with a TV perched ontop of it. A little sitting area share the wall with the bed, leather armchairs pointed towards the tv and a black, wooden coffee table that matches the dresser. Next to the bed, beside me, is a matching night stand, a few books positioned like decorations and a glass of water.

Rolling over and propping myself up onto my elbow, I pick up the glass of water. It's soothing considering it feels like I haven't drank anything in ages.

Setting the glass back down, I fumble out of the bed and to the bathroom. I need a shower badly by the looks of all the matted fur and smell of sweat on me. I prep the shower and wait for the water to warm up, looking into the huge mirror that takes up the entire wall.

God I look awful. I pull at my eyelids, groaning. What the fuck y/n. How'd you end up here.. Where's Mimzy? I let my eyelids go, wiping down the rest of my face.

Climbing into the shower I try to piece together the events of last night and the past couple of days. Going through the motions, letting the hot rain take away the dirt and grime. Oh right.. fur.. I cringe, stepping out from underneath the shower head's range and scrub away at my entire body and hair. I'm gonna look like a big floof..

I giggle at the image of a giant ball of copper fur with ears. I rinse off, picking out pieces of dried blood that cling to my fur.

First things first, I finish up in the shower and meander out of the bathroom in a towel to the dresser. Inside are a few outfits in different styles. Perusing over the clothes and picking out a black blouse and a pair of denim jeans. I can't help but wonder where all of this came from and guilt over if it was meant to be there or if this is theft. Either way I'm taking them, I don't have anything else at the moment.

Opening the door, I peek out into the hallway. The same red color scheme from my room is out here too. Several doors line the wall, numbered, like mine that has a little placard reading "104".

Deciding that it's safe enough, I close the door behind me and start exploring the hotel.

Eventually I'm in the lobby. A long, wide open entrance with a waiting area on one side, a check in desk that's empty, and a bar against the back wall.

"That's a big deer.." I mutter, staring at the taxidermy deer that's fastened to the top of the bar. Intricate carving on either side, the rack of antlers stretching over a good portion of it's carvings. Three signs hang just below the deer, one centered and two flanking it, reading "Bet Your Soul", "Welcome", and "Big Booze" respectively.