Limping out of Millie and Moxxies room after refusing their help you say goodnight to Blitzo and move onto Loonas room.

"Ma loup?" You knock on the door softly only to hear groans and tussling behind the door. Opening the door you peek in to see the hellhound wriggling in discomfort. "Not comfortable?"

"Hell no," she growls. "I miss my bed," she stuffs her head in the pile of pillows before whimpering.

"Home sick and only after a few days," you mumble softly. Sitting on her bed she looks up with a glare. "There is nothing to be embarrassed about..." she sighs and flips over so she faced the ceiling. "Remember when I told you about my past lover?"

"You mean the asshole who left you?" You give a nod. "What about him?"

"For months I felt homesick, missing his warm embrace," you move the hell hound into your arms. "My mother was long gone during this time, all I had was mama Delphine, a lovely woman in the city... well she told me as a child when my mother moved around for work, I would feel homesick, missing the chatter of New Orleans," stroking her soft fur she closes her eyes with a sigh. "My mother would sing me a lullaby, I did not remember the lullaby but the moment Mama Delphine sang it for me, I remembered it all,"

"Was it nice?"

"It was the only thing that kept me sane!" You laugh quietly, catching a smile on the hounds face. "Would you like me to sing it for you?"

"That would be nice..." she curls up in a ball.

"I should warn you, these lyrics aren't english, and my singing is a little rusty,"

"That's ok," she mumbles. Giving a nod you start to hum the beginning of the song.

Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo

You sing softly to the hound who's eyes were shut. Closing your own, you continue to stroke her fur as you remember memories from your childhood.

Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo

As you focused on the lullaby you were unaware of the listener by the door. Alastor had listened to the entire exchange.

Maman est en haut
Qui fait du gâteau
Papa est en bas
Qui fait du chocolat

Alastors eyes were soft as he listened to the lullaby, he remembered his mother singing to him as a child.

Fais dodo, Colas mon p'tit frère
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo

Opening your eyes you peer down at Loona who was fast asleep. Looking up you jump slightly at Alastors presence. Loona shifts slightly making you repeat the verse of the song. Finally getting her onto the pillows and off your lap you give her a soft kiss, limping over to Alastor who held out his arm for you to take. He closes the door and turns to you.

"I haven't heard that song in almost a century,"

"Did it bring lovely memories back into thought?" He nods making you smile. "That's good," Alastor was quick to open your bedroom door and help you into bed.

"You may have even decreased my hate for the hound, showing that vulnerable side of her," he sits you on the bed, the covers pulled back.

"Hate? Why the dislike?"

"A story not fit for tonight," he tucks you into bed and places away your cane.

"But you will tell me, right?" You give a stern look to Alastor who chuckles.

"Only if you wish to tell me of the man you aforementioned to the girl," you quirk a brow before realisation dawned on you. "But it is your choice as it is mine, my dear," he switches off your bedside lamp. "Goodnight, Y/n,"

"Goodnight," you watched as darkness engulfed the room, only light from the outside seeping through the curtains.

Staring up at the blank ceiling you seem to ponder the idea of 'spilling the beans' about your past. There was so much to uncover with you, like a never ending box of surprises, good and bad.

Only two knew about your insecurities, both incidents being under unwilling circumstances. Though willingness to shedding light on the matter wasn't exactly an option in your books.

Yet, that was the literal tip of the iceberg. Whether it started with your mother and absent father, the ex lover, the days leading up to your death, and tactics you did to build your way to power... it was a lot... oh and let's not start on the current situation and reason you reside at the hotel.

Clever as you are sometimes you had the tendency to 'piss off' both the living and dead. Well, this time you had an associate of the triple V overlords fuming! You didn't know exactly why... maybe it was a past deal? You did always keep up your end of the bargain... so what could it be?

No matter for that, all you had to do now was focus on your sleep. Let yourself slowly drift into a long dreamless sleep and hope that the wounds that damned angel had caused will heal by day break.

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Honestly same

- Anna ❤️