See My Heart, Not My Body {Alastor x Female Reader}

Shared Heart

[Quick note, this takes place after the Rehabilitation chapter! Enjoy the read!]

Surprisingly, no blow came. You raised your head as you felt a soft, warm feeling spread through your body. You kept your eyes closed, wondering if the Angels had taken pity on you and given you a merciful death.

But you felt no life leaving you. In fact, the opposite. It felt as if you were rejuvenated, given a fresh breath you hadn't felt since you had been alive.

You opened your eyes and gasped, surrounded by kneeling, glaring Angels. They each held their weapons against their chests, staring just above and behind you.

You slowly looked up and gaped in awe at what you saw. Where there was nothing once before, now there was large, beautiful, white holy wings. The black tattoos sizzled away, disappearing from your skin.

The rush of life colored your cheeks and allowed you to breathe anew. It was so much better than Hell, than even life.

But it wasn't enough to make you forget your loss.

You looked down at Alastor and softly touched his face, wiping away some blood off his cheek. His smile was still there, still and cold.

A cloaked Angel landed near you, staring down on your pitiful form. He ran his hand over your newfound wings. It sent a shiver of fear down your spine.

He spoke with an aura of power and a depth that demanded respect. The kneeling Angels dropped their heads.

"Congratulations young demoness. You have done something no other demon has, and you have earned the respect of Heaven. As such, we give you the gift of entry. Arise, and rejoice."

You stared up at him, with a mix of incredulity and fear, then glanced down at Alastor.

"B-but... Alastor..."

The Angel looked at the once powerful demon, now brought down out of an act of love. He laughed softly.

"I know of this one. The Radio Demon right? We've been betting on what would bring him down. No one would have believed it would have been an action of selflessness. It was almost enough to save him. Oh well, you don't need him anymore, you are redeemed. Come with me to Heaven [Y/N]."

His smile seemed genuine but his words were scathing. You glared at him and held Alastor closer.

"Shut the fuck up!! He... I... I don't want to leave him! Not like this... I would give anything to continue to be with him." You felt the tears slipping down your cheeks and silently cursed yourself for showing weakness.

"I... Please... I've never felt safe with anyone before, please... I can't lose that."

The Angel's face shifted from cocky and blissful to a mix of pity and sadness. He turned back to the lesser Angels then sighed and kneeled next to you, dropping the air of power from his voice.

"Listen... I... You can save him. But it isn't worth it, at all. You'd both be freaks, condemned to a life with no other being accepting you. Half-breeds. Disgusting freaks not of any nature."

It sounded absolutely horrible. His tone of voice was low, one of warning rather than of any sort of threat.

"... Will it save him? Will he live? Will we be able to live on together?"

He paused before sighing and nodding. "Yes. Other than slight body and ability changes, and the weight of your change on your soul, you will not be adversely affected."

You nodded and stood, lifting the Angel with you. "I want to do it. I will take any sacrifice necessary. I can't lose my safety."

He nodded and drew a sword from a hilt on his side. A shot of panic goes through your chest at the sight, when he gently turned you around and sat you down. He grabbed your left wing, flattening the right down so as not to harm it. You knew what was coming.

You looked to Alastor and slowly took his hand, closing your eyes tight. You knew this was for him, and you knew the pain you took would repay the sacrifice he gave for you.

You felt the Angel move behind you and you held your breath.

It felt all to familiar.

The sword cut cleanly through your left wing, severing it from your back. The Angel quickly dropped you and moved you away from Alastor, while you were left gasping from the sudden pain and feeling as if Hell Fire itself was ripping through your entire left side. The dark tattoos slithered over your left side and you felt your left eye change.

You were still gasping when you heard a soft groan coming from a little ahead. Your head shot up and you saw Alastor moving slightly. Your left wing had been attached to the left side of his back. That side of his hair was dark brown, and his left eye looked... Normal. He had lost his left horn as well.

You still felt weak, but you dragged yourself to him, grabbing his hand. He looked over to you, his face confused for the first time, and his smile gone for the only time of his second existence.

"[Y/N].... Wh-what...? What happened, what..."

"Shh. It will be okay. I'm here."

And for the first time you held him chest to offer him comfort. The Angel stared at you two a moment before ordering the lesser Angels to leave.

"These two are not to be harmed! Understood?"

"Yes, Sir Gabriel!"

They flew away and Gabriel took one last look back to you and Alastor. He offered merely two words of advice.

"Good luck, young ones."

And then he flew off into the portal to Heaven.

You and Alastor lay there a moment, resting. Then you both rise, looking at each other.

You were both mixed of Angel and Demon. He still had his ear fluff, but the obvious demonic corruption was gone from his left side.

You were purified on your right, whilst your left was demonic as ever.

He stared at you, and smiled.

"My dear, with my renewed life and new eyes, I can truly tell you that you are absolutely beautiful."

You laughed and felt tears of joy slip from your eyes, you held him close and started sobbing. He held you tight and you felt tears coming from him landing on your shoulder.

You knew whatever you two had to go through with this change was absolutely worth it. Just so you two could be happy.

You pulled away and kissed him, telling him everything you needed to with your lips. He returned the gesture, touching your one wing.

He pulled away and stood, offering his hand to let you stand. You took it, and he took you into the hotel. "You are going to have to tell me your story you know dear."

You laughed as you both walked down to his room. "Well, just know you chose the right hand supporting this hotel."

He gave a soft chuckle and you knew all was well. You had found your home in this man, in this hotel. You could offer others the gift of what you received with these wings. And with them you had proof Charlie was right.

Your second life was good. You were finally living.