" What did you use to look like when you were alive?" Isadora Asked Alastor it was the next morning and both were still laying naked in bed arms wrapped around each other, Isadora Gently brushing Alastors bangs to the side as she smiled at him. She wondered sometimes about the human he once was cause all she knows Is the demon he is now. Her eyes scanning over his demonic form, his beige skin, his lower arms and legs that were black but faded to light gray the further up his arms and legs went, his hooves and his deer tail, his other stag features some she knew he didn't like like his ears and antlers, she thought it made him more handsome but knew he loathed both. She also knew he didn't like how his cock was like his arms and legs a dark grey color that faded into red at its head, she honestly didn't mind it was that color or that he was uncircumcised It was a part of him and she found the beauty in all of his demonic features, she personally loved his patch of tightly spangled red pubic hair she Loved all of him, even the large scar across his chest that he hated cause it reminded him of his losing battle with Adam. She loved all of him.
" If you can believe it, I had brown curly hair when I was alive." He said as his hand caressed her back, she held him a little tighter.
" Really now?" Isadora said bemused trying to imagine him with curly hair when his hair is now straight.
" Yes, and I had caramel colored skin, and brown eyes and if you believe it a moustache" he said chuckling reminiscing about a memory of him that was literally more then a lifetime ago.
" I am sure you were quite handsome even as a human, but don't grow a moustache demon you can't pull it off." Isadora chuckled and Alastor gave her a soft kiss and he hooked her leg over his so she could be closer to him. He loved the feeling of her soft dark blue skin. It reminded him of almost a royal blue color, he smiled at her. She was so pretty he thought to himself, everything about her was a dreamy ethereal color. Her blue skin, her light blue hair, her light blue eyes even though she had no irises or pupils and Were solid like Rosie's to him were so beautiful cause they were like shining blue stones. He loved her pointed Ears even tho she didn't cause she said it made her look like a blue elf, even the intimate parts of her were beautiful to him, her turquoise blue nipples, her tightly spangled light blue pubic hair, her small hands that had three claws instead of four,her little feet with three light blue talons at the end he thought were elegantly shaped it reminded him almost of a human foot but instead of toes they were light blue talons,she didn't like them but he did. She was his little blue devil and she was exquisite in every way.
" What about you my little blue devil, what did you use to look like?" He never really imagined her as a human cause to him she was his little blue devil and at times forgot like him she was human once too.
" If you can believe it, I was actually pretty pale, my skin was almost translucent, I had naturally black hair and green eyes." She said looking down as if the memory was bittersweet for her, Alastor cupped his hand over her shoulder and caressed it with his thumb and gave a small smile.
" No matter what form you are you were always beautiful," he whispered and kissed her again.
" Thanks, it feels like a lifetime ago and another person as well." She said feeling bittersweet, she looked up at Alastor and pursed her lips slightly.
" You never told me how you died, I always wanted to know and hope one day you will tell me I want to know everything about you, More so than I do now. I want to know all of you and hope one day you will tell me." She whispered her hand finding the side of his face, Alastor clasped her hand with his eyes closed. He knew he could trust her to not judge but he hated so much how he died but he knew how she died and what it cost her, so he decided to tell her it was only fair and he knew she wouldn't judge or think less of him. She was the only person In hell who truly understood him.
" I was hiding a body in the woods and a hunter was deer hunting at night and mistook me for a deer and shot me." He said, Isadora hugged him tighter he hugged her tighter in turn.
" I am so sorry that sounds awful, you didn't deserve that." She said her forehead touching his, her hand caressing the side of his face.
" That's not fair that you had to die cause you were punishing someone who deserved it." She said tears slightly welling up in her eyes as her hand shifted to the back of his head, their foreheads still touching. Alastor clasped his hand around her arm.
" It's okay my blue devil, it is what it is but yes the man I was trying to get rid of definitely deserved it." He always admired and loved how she understood his moral code, understood his work, understood him. He knew he found a kindred spirit in her cause she understood him like no one else.
" What did he do?" She asked and held him tight trying to hold back her tears, it wasn't right she thought to herself. Alastor gave a disgusted laugh to himself over the memory and shook his head.
"It was a party at a club celebrating my 100th broadcast on my radio show, we were celebrating having a lovely time and some drunkard stuffed shirt with blonde hair came up to me in front of everyone I knew and said " I know you….you're that ni55er with his own radio show." I never felt so enraged and small. I had to fight so hard to get my own radio broadcast as a mixed creole man in the south in my time, but I did. I worked so hard, had to charm and convince so many people and I fought Isadora, I had to fight for it but I got it, and I was respected, my show was popular I was the talk of New Orleans and in that moment he had to remind me that no matter how hard I worked and fought and earned respect in the society I lived in back then no matter what I did I am always going to be just a ni55er to most.How dare he disrespect and humiliate me and try to make me feel like I was not a man it was so dehumanizing. He had to pay for that cause how dare he knock down everything I built in one racist statement." Alastor remembered bitterly his face a grimace, tears welling slightly in the corners of his eyes that he tried to blink away, Isadora looked up at him, her blue sparkly tears streaming down her face.
" That son of a bitch deserved everything he got, I am just sorry it cost you your life too. Is that why keeping your radio broadcast in hell is so important to you because of how hard you had to fight for it when you were alive?" Alastor nodded, Isadora held him tighter, Isadora noticed a tear streaming down his face, she never saw Alastor cry or even lose composure most times.
" Yes cause I fought so hard for a dream I wanted that would have never been given to me in the society I lived in if I didn't have to work even harder than a white man would, I know the world is getting modern and radio is replaced with podcast but I fought that hard to make an impossible dream happen and I will be damned if I let it die." He said wiping the tear with the back of his palm.
" It wont," Isadora whispered and wiped away her tears both of them now in a needy embrace
" When you overthrow that duck loving idiot one day and take over this cesspool and make it your vision, it will be the age of stereo.I promise. I will never let your dreams die." She said as Alastor started kissing her.
" And I will tear heaven apart so you can see your daughter." He whispered in-between breathless kisses
" There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." He whispered as he shifted his weight and got on top of her.
" Or I you" She whispered as she felt him plunging himself inside her. They spent the morning making love with Isadora as his co-host and all that she made possible hell will be his soon, and she will be there to make sure his dreams don't die and he will spend all of eternity trying to make hers come true.
