My Heart's Already Sinned ( Alastor X Reader )

The Little Things In Life

You watch intently as Alastor removes the staff from your attacker, sending him plummeting to the floor with a heavy thud, spreading blood over the once clean floor. The radio demon's reaches out a hand, you taking it with a sigh of relief knowing you were now somewhat safe but still feeling bad deep down for the demon now writhing in agony.
" Now then sweetheart, shall we? " Leaning out his arm for you to take, Alastor smiles brightly as he ignores the blood splatters on his clothes, not like you could clearly see them on the crimson fabric anyway. You take a last disheartened glance at the demon on the stained wood, sighing softly before Alastor leads you away into the  back of the building. He had no remorse, his sick smile still shining brightly. That's probably what shook you into fear of him. Not so much what he tricked you into, a friend when you were alive had once done the same, what shook you was his lack of contempt for life, his sick humor and above all how he made you feel and the effect he had. You had to keep your guard up but with his charm and moments of clarity  it wasn't going to be that easy, knowing he would lull you into a sense of ease. Just keep your mind aware, that's all you could do.
Finally letting you go Alastor closes the door behind you both, your only escape now blocked off and out of your reach despite it being mere feet from you. He wouldn't let you leave anyway, his determined nature would keep you there until he had said everything he needed to say. The radio demon tries to produce a sweet smile upon pulling a chair out for you to sit on.
" Manners make a man my dear " You nod silently, unable to shake that feeling of vunerability you felt deep down.
This is what you feared.
He was breaking down your defenses and you found yours helpless against him, like your sure it always would be. A lowly fresh demon against a seasoned and more powerful one.
You had no chance but still you look forward, trying to hide your fear behind a fake smile and forcing yourself to hold the tears back from the fear that shook within the darkness of your soul. Alastor seemed to pick up on this, sitting and tapping his fingers on his knee in an amusing manner and for a second his smile wasn't sinister but of genuine glee.
" Being feared is a lonely existence. For now what say you relax and give me a genuine smile. I'm sure a smile looks good on a face as radiant as yours " You blush lightly at the compliment, looking down for a second in pure shyness as it was something you did not expect.
Another tactic to lower your guard maybe?
You meet his ruby eyes once more, seeing that same glimmer and spark from that moment in the restaurant. Was he serious? Did he say things like this to everyone or had he just taken a liking to you?
" Alastor my smile is nothing special " He only chuckles, reaching over and grasping your hands in his. His gloves were soft like satin, a wonder to touch. His thin claws tangled around your slim fingers like a thorny vine, a thorny vine that precured roses. Beautiful but nipped at your skin when too close.
" Such a shame when someone doesn't know the true value and usefulness of a smile " Alastor pulls his hands away quickly before crossing his legs and looking over to a crowd of crows that had formed near the table.
Crows with sharp teeth and blood red eyes, probably capable of tearing you to shreds in seconds. You began to feel sick, wondering why exactly Alastor had chosen this place to speak with you.
" These scavengers always show up when I visit so I offer them food in return for peace. They always seem to attack the staff as I'm leaving. Gets to me every time "  You sigh, looking into your lap. You were still wearing the dress Angel had leant to you, far out of place from something you would ever wear to a cafe. You almost looked as dapper as the radio demon himself, rather fitting actually. A smile unconsciously creeps it way onto your face, Alastor laughing heartly at your actions. You raise a brow in confusion, still smiling as your own sharp teeth shone in the dim light of the city's red moon.
" I thought you said your smile was nothing special?! It rather suits you hahaha! " You didn't want to sway the radio demon's good mood but you wanted to get this over with despite his hospitable nature as of late. You take a deep breath and lean against the table, elbows folded on the stained black glass. If it was possible your skin felt even colder then thought possible for a dead person. Then it got you again.
You weren't dead, living on as a demon in the afterlife. You were dead but not all at once. Closing your eye you catch Alastor's attention, the radio static in the air picking up as a sign of curiosity.
" What ever is the matter? " You shake from thoughts, opening your eye and continuing to smile, genuinely and for the first time around Alastor, not in fear.
" Nothing...nothing. So why did you ask me here A..." Your interrupted by a waiter bringing two cups of tea and a plate of devilled eggs, laying them gently on the glass.
" Your order sir "
" Thank you my kind fellow! " The waiter makes a quick and hasty exit, something that the primal part of you still wished to do. Alas, you try to continue before being immediately distracted by another thought. Alastor hands you your tea with a smile, like always, however you couldn't stop wondering why the devilled eggs were ordered. You had both just eaten so why would he....
" I noticed you didn't eat much back there. Was the food at our previous local not to your liking? "
" No no no the food there was great but something seemed off is all " Your smile suddenly fades upon the radio demons next actions. You watch him intently as his chuckles raise in volume and the white noise around him becomes more aggressive.
" You know I do know a few things my dear. New demons loose their taste for once normal food at first. Some never regain normalcy, like me. Some demons have a more refined pallet " Alastor takes his finger up to his mouth, biting down as hard as he could. He didn't flinch, nor scream. He smiled and chuckled under his breath. Blood seeped through his gloves, holding it over the eggs until they too were covered in the crimson liquid that to you smelled so sweet.
" Some demons prefer the taste of iron "