Tethered to You (Alastor X OC)

Ch 2

Ariels POV

It's been a week since I summoned that demon. He didn't even introduce himself to me.

He just vanished.

I slowly stopped scrubbing the dish in my hands, and sighed.

How is a demon going to be my friend...how is that going to work out? He won't be a friend, he's going to be a pest...

Just another stressor added to my pile of stress.

I tossed the dish into the sink, and the plastic clunked against the stainless steel.

"Well that's no way to treat your things," came a voice form behind me and I jumped, spinning around to face the person.

I let out a breath, realizing it was just the demon. Although, that didn't really calm my nerves.

He just stood, towering above me as he smiled down at me.

"I'm just frustrated is all," I mumbled, and stepped around him towards my living room.

He appeared at my side, and I jumped again, "Ok, house rules. Stop doing that," I grumbled, and he chuckled.

"You're assuming I follow rules," he teased, and I rolled my eyes.

I sat on my couch, and he sat next to me. He was sitting stiffly, and awkwardly. Nothing like how he was when we first met.

"So...how's...demon life," I asked him, and he glanced at me.

"It is good, for me at least," he chuckled and I raised an eyebrow.

"Do I want to know what that means?"

"Probably not."

Then we sat in silence. Very, very awkward silence.

"What has you frustrated, darling?" He asked smoothly, turning towards me a bit.

Darling...

I sighed, and let my head fall in his direction, sending him a glare, "oh...I'm just busy with work, and bills...oh, and a 7 ft tall nuisance who threatened to eat me if I didn't make a deal with him," I said sarcastically.

He blinked.

"My, I didn't think I was that much of a nuisance! I haven't bugged you for a whole week!" He emphasized his words with hand gestures.

I rolled my eyes, and crossed my legs underneath my body, facing him, "so are you like...an ancient entity, or like, just some guy who died and went to hell?"

"I was mortal, if that's what you mean by that," he answered and I hummed.

"Huh...ok, well...what's your favorite color?" I asked, resting my head against the back of the couch.

He looked down at his outfit, and then up like he was trying to see his hair, and I lowered my eyelids.

"Ok, Ok smartass," I chuckled, and then tried to think of another question.

"When did you die?"

"1933"

"Woah...that's a while ago," I said, and then found myself smiling, a new interest piquing in me.

"Tell me some stuff! You probably have tons of cool stories," I said, just trying to get to know him. He tilted his head.

"Is...mindless chatter a part of friendship?" He asked and I went blank faced.

"Yes...that's like kind of the whole point," I said, monotonously.

He shrugged and began to tell me stories.

He told me about his home, where he grew up. He told me about his job as a radio host.

Then he went into great detail about the stock market crash, and even seemed amused by it.

"You were a radio host?" I asked him after he finished telling me stuff, and he nodded.

"Yes indeedy! Quite popular, too," he bragged proudly, and I nodded.

"Is that so...so then what sent you to hell?" He hesitated, and then shrugged.

"I was a serial killer," he stated plainly and I froze. My eyes widened. I'm not sure why I'm shocked, it's not like this information should be shocking.

"Oh...Ok, that's...uh...that's cool," I said with a forced smile, and then a nervous chuckle, "uh...I killed a spider once..."

He blinked, and then chuckled.

I'm glad he thought that was funny.

"How frightening...tell me about yourself," he said, and crossed his legs, seeming a bit more comfortable.

"Well...I like music, and art...my favorite color is pink..." I stopped, furrowing my brows, "but not like...hot pink or bubblegum pink...like..."

I jumped up suddenly, making him perk his ears up and his eyes widen. His head followed me as I scampered into my room, and retrieved my favorite pillow, bringing it back out.

"Like this color," I said, out of breath slightly, a slanted smile on my face. The pillow was a very light pink, and was obviously very used.

I plopped back onto the couch, hugging the pillow to my stomach and curling my legs back under myself.

"I like to sing..." his eyes lit up, and I shook my head, "no I won't sing for you," his eyes went dim again.

"I like horror movies...I like cats..." I tried to think of anything else I could tell him.

He leaned forward slightly, getting a little too close for comfort. I leaned back, and cocked my eyebrow at him, "yes...?"

"Do you like jambalaya?" He asked suddenly, and I tilted my head.

"Um...I don't know, I've never heard of it, is it good?" I asked him and his eyes lit up a bright red.

"Oh, yes! Here, let me make you some, it's my mother's secret recipe!" He placed a finger to his lips in a 'shh' motion and I giggled.

For a demon, he's kind of silly.

Immediately he stood up and went to the kitchen, and he snapped his fingers.

Ingredients appeared and began to start fixing themselves and preparing everything without him having to touch much.

All he did was grab a few things and throw them into the pot, and then a large shadow that looks just like him but scarier appeared.

It started to handle the food, and he disappeared and reappeared right next to me.

I didn't jump this time, just looked up at him.

I gave him a small smile, and he returned it. He's always smiling, though, so I'm not sure if it was friendly or not.

I wish I could tell what he's thinking.