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“Yes! Yes, Alastor! It’s me! Thank God it’s you!” I was on the verge of tears, I had never been happier to see someone I had never met before. He immediately reached out and grabbed my face, like he was looking for any injuries.
“What the fuck are you doing here, my girl?” His smile never fell but the genuine concern in his voice was evident. “You shouldn’t be down here,” his hands were still searching all over my face for any sign of harm. I had just noticed that his voice sounded the same as it did over the radio, excluding his most recent question.
“Well, whatever 's done is done. Can I come in?” I asked rather impatiently. He grabbed hand quickly and dragged me into the tower behind him. We made our way to his couch and he sat me down on one end and he took the seat on the other. He was looking at me in such a calculating way it sent a shiver down my spine. He gestured to me in a way I assumed meant he wanted to know how I got here. “You weren’t answering, first of all,” I glared at him, and he seemed completely unbothered as his smile didn’t move an inch, “I needed to distract myself so I was on my way to get a coffee, then there was a car,” his eye seemed to twitch when I mentioned this, “then I was lying on the ground, and now I’m here.”
“You were killed?” I’m not sure why this seemed to anger him, but I would think about that another time..
“Yeah, Alastor, that doesn’t matter.” He was focusing on the wrong thing, “Last time we spoke, you said you would protect me even if you didn’t own my soul, and now here I am in hell and you don't own my soul,” I was banking on his feeling for me, I didn’t know how strong they were, “will you?” I would get down on my knees and beg for him to say yes.
“Heat of the moment darling, you cannot intend to hold that against me~” I felt my whole world collapsing around me. This is not what I thought he would say, I had been dreaming of this moment. He would apologize to me, but I should have known better.
“Wait, no, Alastor, please. You can’t do this to me,” the tears began to well in my eyes, “you said you care about me!” I was screaming now, How could he do this to me? We had talked for months on end, he knew so much about me, and he wasn’t going to protect me now that I was here with him? Who the actual fuck does he think he is? Overlord or not he wasn’t about to bullshit me like this. “Fuck you Alastor,” The sound I made come out far too close to an actual hiss, I’ll think about that more later. Everyone I had seen in hell so far had some sort of animalistic quality, and the antlers and ears on Alastor’s head clearly labeled him as some sort of deer based demon.
His pupils turned into the dials on a radio and they became a brighter shade of red than they were before, “Sweetheart, there’s no need for you to raise your voice.” His voice was louder than I ever heard it, the static surrounding him is ear piercing. The stare I was getting was snuffing out the fire that had just been lit. He’d always had this ability to immediately pacify me. But, it wasn’t like I didn’t want to. I was upset, yes, but I was still desperate for his protection. I would do anything for it at this point, and from the look in his eye I could tell he knew it too.
“Alastor, please. I don’t even care if you were lying when you said you cared about me, even though I don’t think you were,” he looked unhappy that I was saying he lied, “I know that I wasn’t. I care about you a lot, I know I only know you by your voice but I care about you as much as I have the capacity to. So, please just fucking help me.” Like I’ve said before I wasn’t above begging. I knew he wasn’t lying about caring about me, with the way he reacted afterwards. He was a man after all, what more could I expect.
“Hmm, I don’t know dear, my protection is quite invaluable,” he was toying with me. He was enjoying seeing me beg for this.
“Alastor, I need you.” I said it as forcefully as I possibly could. His grin turned from his resting one to one that seemed more sinister than anything else. However, it didn’t scare me, like I assumed most of the people who got this smile were. I was really looking at him in the moment, and boy was he handsome. His hair looked soft and his strong features were drawing me in, and I was afraid I could look at him all day. Slowly he arose from his spot on the couch, and with a couple strides he stood in front of me. He brought his right hand to squeeze my cheeks together. The longer I looked into his eyes the more I felt like I was being hypnotized. I’m wondering how much worse these feelings were going to get now that he was physically towering over me.
“My sweet doe, if anyone here even thought about causing harm to you they wouldn't live to breathe another breath,” my heart was beating so fast I was afraid I was going to die (again). All I wanted was for him to give me something, the smallest crumb would do, but I needed to feel some sort of reciprocation from this demon, because I knew he had it in him. “I may not own your soul, doll, but make no mistake,” he jerked my face closer to his, we had never been this close before, and I could almost feel my own pupils dilate, “you are mine.”