Welcome to hell
POV: Third person
Slowly, Hannah felt like she fell. Well, she did. Technically. Before falling into the pentagram that David made, Hannah saw him smirk, holding a paintbrush, paint slowly dripping off it. For a second, she saw a black void, then an assortment of buildings, all of them arranged in a pentagram. Hannah fell to the ground with a thud. She looked around, genuinely curious. "D-Did I die?" she wondered. Then, she saw 2 figures walking towards her.
"S-Oh hello there, dear!" The red demon person greeted Hannah.
"H-Hi? Who are you??" Hannah slowly got up.
"I'm Alastor! Pleasure to meet you.....!"
Hannah was nervous seeing these two figures with one being named Alastor. She didn't understand how or why she was here but one things for certain, Hannah was quit terrified. But before she could process the demon's introduction, the other demon beside him clapped his hands sarcastically.
""Oh, bravo, Alastor. Truly, what a masterful entrance. I’m positively floored by your originality".
The pail white angelic looking demon leaned against a cane with an apple placed on top. "Next time, perhaps try something a touch less... predictable?"
Alastor kept his smile and rolled his eyes in annoyance.
""Are you... alright", the angelic demon asked in a smooth concerned tone. "That fall looked rather unpleasant."
Hannah noticed a few scrapes on her arms and felt a stinging sensation on her forehead but overall felt somewhat okay. "I think so", she told him.
"Good to hear," he said smoothly, "though it’s hardly ideal for a first impression, is it?" He then tilted his head slightly, his smile widening ever so slightly.
"Oh, where are my manners? Lucifer. It’s a pleasure." His grin widened, genuinely welcoming. "And you are...?"
"Hannah", her voice was slightly shaky from the fall and meeting the two demons.
As soon as Hannah spoke, her words were barely above a whisper, the shaking in her voice betraying her exhaustion and confusion. Before she could say anything else, her vision blurred, and the world around her spun. She staggered slightly, the dizzying sensations from the fall and the shock of the situation overwhelming her.
But Lucifer was quick. With a smooth, fluid motion, he stepped forward and caught her gently in his arms before she could hit the ground.
Then, with a soft gasp, she collapsed, her body going limp as darkness overtook her.
"Hannah?" Lucifer's voice was the last thing she heard before everything faded to black.
"Well, that was quite the introduction, wasn't it?" Alastor said, his voice laced with eerie cheerfulness. "Perhaps we should escort her to the hotel, hmm? A bit of rest and comfort might do her wonders."
Together, they began to make their way toward the hotel, the strange new world around them seemingly untouched by the oddities that had just occurred. As they moved, the pentagram on the ground slowly faded, leaving behind only the faintest traces of magic in the air.
