Old No.7 | An Alastor x Reader Story

Cold Logic

"There's been a change of plan," I addressed the men sitting at the table. I myself sat at the head, leaning forward in my seat. A tumbler of moonshine was set before me, but I hadn't touched it yet. I had gathered everyone that worked under me to update them on the changes to our business plan. 

As I expected, the news did not go over well. The moment I stopped talking, the room exploded in angry and disbelieving voices. A scarred and gruff sinner to my right hissed, "We've never needed an arrangement like this before."

"We've also never crossed paths with an overlord either," I countered, "Part of being in business for as long as we have is the ability to adapt. We can either use the Radio Demon to our advantage or we can let him obliterate us. And I don't know about you, but I don't have the resources to fight an overlord."

The room quieted down, unable to refute my logic. When the men had settled down and returned to their seats, I continued, "We have survived this long because we can adapt. The exterminations haven't changed that, and neither will our deal with Alastor."