Lizzie, Rosie, Mimzy and Elli have a girls day out. As they talk they learn about Elli's past life...and the shocking truth on how Alastor was born.


Chapter 8: A Trip Down Memory Lane

A month after Elli and Alastor had their little talk, the girls of the Sewing/Knitting club decided for a little outing. Although that outing happen to be Mimzy's club, but whatever. She was issuing a girls night at the club and she was taking the night off to spend time with them. Elli had changed from her usual purple dress to a nice red one. One that Alastor had insisted that she wear, since he made it specifically for her. She couldn't say no. Lizzie had met her at the hotel, wearing a nice green dress, along with her axe that she always carried around with her. When they arrived at the club, Rosie was already there, in a nice blue dress and sun hat and Mimzy was in a sparkling purple cocktail dress.

"Elli! Lizzie! Glad you could make it!" Mimzy smiled.

"Like we would miss de fun." Elli replied, taking a seat in the booth.

The girls all ordered drinks. After a while they started to talk. Most of it was about educating Elli about Hell still. They eventually all started to talk about their past lives. Mimzy describing how she got into show business in the first place. Lizzie, while trying to keep her temper, went on about the betrayal she felt from her father for marrying his step-mother and why she murdered them. And Rosie explaining how she became on the top dressmakers in her time. This followed with their understanding of what lead them to Hell and how they died. Rosie, ended up asking a question that's been on her mind for a long time since the first Sewing/Knitting club meeting with her.

"How was Alastor born?"

Nails scrapped against glass and the three other women winced. A still smile was plastered on the doe-demon's face. This causing the other woman to see how similar Alastor was to his mother.

"...ya really wanna know?" she asked through clench teeth.

"If you don't mind." Mimzy cautiously requested.

The three could tell that it wasn't a pleasant experience. Elli was silent for a few moments. They could see that she was heavily debating on telling them or not. Eventually she relented. She flashed a stern glare at them.

"Ah'll tell ya. But ya'll gotta swear ya NEVER tell Alastor!"

Lizzie placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. She wasn't normally one to comfort others, but she could tell that this was very important to her. Hell, anything about Alastor was important to her. The kid was her whole world. As he should be for his mother. While she herself never had kids, she understood the basics that a mother was to love their children no matter what. But right now, Elli needed to know that she was there for her. The doe demon looked at her then relaxed slight. She turned to look at her glass.

"Alastor... is a product of rape."

A hush fell over them. Even though the club was buzzing with activity, it seemed that the entire underworld stopped and no sound could be made out. They all stared at her in shock. They couldn't believe it. But it finally made since why Alastor never mentioned his father. Elli didn't want him to know that he was a product of a horrible moment in her life. A reminder of that awful night. The same face of the man who took away her virtue. How she managed to put up a smile and shower him with love and affection was astonishing. Elli's ears was flat but she continued.

"Ah could neva' ferget dat day. It was 1899, in Octoba'..."


It was a nice clear October night in New Orleans, Louisiana. Elliana LaBlanc, a tall woman with long brown hair coming down to her upper back, with brown eyes, wearing a pale yellow dress was walking with a group of her friends after having a quilting bee. She was saying good bye to them as she started to make her way home. As she was making way, greeting neighbors and other folks that she knew in the town, a man with reddish-brown hair, dark brown eyes wearing a very nice black business suit ran up to her.

"Elli!"

Elli turned to see the man coming up to her. She frowned as she took a step back from him once he reached her side.

"'Ello Adam. Is dere some'in Ah can help ya wit'?"

Adam flashed a smile at her. He placed on arm behind his back, his right arm going across his chest as he bowed slightly at her.

"I was hopin' I could escort ya home."

Skepticism was in her eyes. Adam LeBough was from the richest family in New Orleans. Good looking, charming, he got everything he wanted. Except for one thing... her. And she sure as heck was NOT interested! She knew how men like Adam acted. They were self-absorbed entitled jerks. She hated everything that Adam stood for. She would find the man for her one day, but he was not it.

"...Very well."

His grin got wider as she took his arm. She was only going with him out of politeness. If he tried to engage in conversation. She would fake a headache. Claiming that she only wanted to walk in silence. Yea. That'll do. It started out nice. He didn't say a word at first. Much to her delight. Until he ruined it the moment he opened his mouth. And started spewing out the same spiel that he always did every time he would come up to her.

"Ya know Elli. You are quite de lovely gal. Have I eva' told ya dat before?"

"Enough than Ah want ta admit." She replied, her good mood now gone.

"Well ya are. Ya know I quite fancy ya."

"So ya told me."

He stopped walking, turning to face her.

"I do. Ya not like otha' girls Elli. Ya got spunk. Ya don't take attitude from no one. Ya a mystery. Ev'ry time I try ta get close, ya push me away. That intrigues me."

She grunted. Not having anything to say back to him. She just wanted to get home. She tried not to sneer in disgust when he took her hand. Holding it both of his. Just his touch alone made her skin crawl. The sooner she got rid of him the better. She forced a smile at him.

"C'mon Elli. Let me court ya."

Not this again. She withdrew her hand from his.

"Adam. Ah told ya before. Ah don' wanna be courted. Ah ain't got feelin's fer ya. Ya jus' wastin' yo' time wit' me. Dere's plenty o' otha' women dyin' ta be wit' ya. Thank ya fer escortin' me home, but Ah can manage mahself from here."

She started to walk away only to feel her arm being grabbed. She was forcefully turned around to face him. His face was close to hers. His eyes narrowed in anger. She tilted her head away, smelling the alcohol and cigar smoke on his breath. Disgusting.

"I'm done playin' dis game. Ya ain't walkin' away from me Elli. No one says no ta me!"

"Well Ah am!" She glared at him, trying to pull her arm out of his grip. "Let go of me!"

She struggled against him. But he was much stronger than her. She couldn't escape. She started to call out for help, but he slapped her, sending her to the ground. She tried to get away but he was too fast and held her down. She struggled against him, screaming and crying for help. But they were on the outskirts of town, just entering the forest, where hardly anyone was. She kept trying to fight him as he assaulted her. It may have been a couple of minutes, but it seemed like hours of torture for her. She did everything she could to get him off of her. But her attempts were futile.

She struggled and sobbed. She wasn't going to give up fighting! Someone had to hear her! She did what she could to ignore the pain he was causing her. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction that he was going to win this fight. Not if she had anything to say about it! She continued screaming. Hell, she had no issues biting the man when he tried to cover her mouth to try and keep her quiet. Thankful her screams were heard and a few of the local men that were on their way into town managed to pull Adam off of her. She half-scrambled/half-climbed onto one of the men that helped her to her feet. Her dress was torn, her face, arms and legs covered in dirt, scratches and bruises. Hot angry and scared tears were falling down her face. God bless this men for coming to her rescue!

"You okay little lady?" The man that helped her up asked.

He was a lanky man, with red hair and wearing a blue suit.

"H-He assaulted me afta' Ah refused ta court wit' 'im!" she exclaimed, trying not to break down sobbing.

The two other men that were holding back Adam glared at him. The bigger one held Adam as the smaller one went off to find a police officer. The tall gentleman made sure that Elli was kept away from the creep. He felt bad for the lass. He listened to her as she described to him what happened. He frowned as her story. All this lady wanted was to just go home. She wasn't interested in this man courting her but he kept pushing until he decided that he was going to take matters in his own hands. Oh he was going to make sure he was hanged for what he did to her.

After talking the police, Adam was arrested for assaulting Elli. He was tried and hanged for his crime. His family tried buy Elli and the courts cover it up, but thankfully the judge that was in charge of Elli's and Adam's case was the man that helped Elli get out of Adam's grip and console her. She was deeply appreciated of that man. She swore off courting men after the incident though. And even bigger shock...she found out she was pregnant several weeks later. It was a big shock. She was pregnant. She was pregnant. And she was carrying Adam LaBough's child. It took her a few weeks for the shock to die down. And the more that she thought about it, the more she came to understand that what happened wasn't this unborn child's fault.

As she looked down at her stomach she had a choice. Was she going to blame this unborn child for something that their father did to her? They carried half his genes. But... they also carried her half. And...she was the one carrying them. After a couple of minutes she decided. She was going to raise this child with love. Their father was dead so she had no fear of him ever showing up to help raise them. This child had her and only her. It wasn't their choice that they were being made to come into the world. They were an unexpected part of what happened. A surprise.

Of course the people in town found out about her pregnancy and was wondering why the father wasn't in the picture. She quickly explained that he was dead and she had no interest of getting courted or married. She was going to raise this baby on her own. She had no family so her friends agreed to help her out as much as they could. Elli was thankful for them. As the months went on, of course it was a bit difficult when she was home alone, but she managed. Then that wonderful day came.

On July 19 1900, her son was born. Brown hair and brown eyes much similar to her own. The only thing he had of his father was his nose. But in her eyes, he was perfect. She love him the moment he was in her arms. The baby quieted it down the moment he was curled against her chest, getting lured to sleep by her heartbeat. Tears trailed down her face as she kissed the top of his head. He was beautiful. And she knew the perfect name for him. She had thought long and hard about it.

"Welcome to the world, Alastor."


The group couldn't believe it. Their poor friend had to endure such a horrible act. And yet she carried that man's child and still love him despite how he came to be. They knew most children who came from being raped didn't normally have such loving parents. Or they were given up the moment they were born. They had to admit that she was definitely stronger than any of them. Not by power but emotionally and mentally. None of them were quite sure how they would handle raising their rapist's child. And yet Elli did. They felt some sympathy for her that she was forced to go through such an ordeal.

"...Alastor was de only good t'ing ta come from dat man." Elli replied softly, still lowing down at her drink.

"Of course he is." Rosie agreed.

Lizzie growled, taking a hold of his axe.

"I have no doubt that fucker is down here. Whenever we find, I'll happily chop him into bits! How dare he do that to you! Just because he was rich? Because he was a man and he could do whatever the hell he wanted?"

The doe-demon placed a hand on Lizzie's, pushing it down so she lowered her axe.

"It's okay Lizzie. Ya don' hafta do dat."

The axe-enthusiast looked at her friend then finally sat her axe down. She crossed her arms, grumbling. Mimzy two looked down at her wine. She was Alastor's closest friend. She knew him when he was alive. Which she was very proud to have. She had never met Elli, since she died before she met Alastor. But she how much Alastor loved her from their conversations. She was glad to finally meet the mother of her friend. And she was every bit as amazing as the Radio Demon described her. Her heart ached. For both of them. But there was one question on her mind.

"Did he...ever asked about his dad?"

"...All he knew growin' up was dat his daddy died 'fore he was born. He don' know nuthin' else."

They all nodded in understanding. It was understandable that Elli wouldn't want to talk about the man that violated her. And she had made every chance to avoid about talking about him to her son. Not wanting their night to have Elli down in the dumps, she went to go and cheer her up by telling stories of when she was alive with Alastor and how they became friends. Her smile brightened seeing the doe-demon's mood changing to a more happier one. As long as Elli was around, she deserved to have a smile on her face. Just like her son's.


The story of how Alastor came to be is born! My headcanon was that Alastor was raised by a single mom. And that the reason he is such a gentleman was because Elli didn't want her son to be anything like Adam LeBough. And the reason why he's so close to her because she showered him with love and attention due to how he came to be. Thank you all for reading and please review!