Tethered to You (Alastor X OC)

Ch 36

Narrator POV

The TV demon sat in the dim porn studio penthouse. The music from the club below was thumping up through the floor.

His head was filled with images of that girl. The girl from the party. Alastor's little pet.

Those eyes...big, innocent...captivating. How truly delicious this new leverage was. Toying with Alastor at the party was merely fun, but now...

The way the radio demon reacted...

He truly cares for this girl. This seemingly normal, weak girl. Vox couldn't help but find this pathetic, how a man such as Alastor would settle for that.

But those eyes...

He shook his head, a electrical sigh passing through him. This girl could be the key, the weakness they've been looking for.

If Vox, Velvet and Valentino could gain Alastor's territories, they'd be the most powerful overlords in all of Hell. He is the only thing standing between them and that power, and Vox was intending on ridding them of that obstacle.

And this girl will be the ticket.

"Vel," Vox's digital voice sounded through the penthouse, and the marionette demoness bounded over to him.

"Yes, Voxxy?" She chirped. Leaning over the couch, she tilted her head while looking down at him. His smile widened,

"I believe I know how we can...persuade Alastor to hand over his turf," Velvet's eyes lit up and her shark toothed smile grew impossibly large.

"You can still mimic voices, can't you?" The TV asked the doll. She nodded, and with that the plan set in motion.

Ariels POV (days later)

I was sitting in the radio tower lobby, eating lunch with Betts.

She was actually very sweet, and fun to be around. She was a cannibal, like Alastor. Actually, the way they met was interesting.

She told me he'd saved her life from a butcher.

Alastor is a complicated man with strange morals, so seeing as he saved her from being abused and butchered wasn't all that surprising. It's not hard to tell he's a man who doesn't tolerate abuse towards women.

I laughed at something she said, and then a picture caught my eye that was sitting on her desk. I scooted closer to get a better look.

In it was what looked to be a ram demon, next to him was Betts and between them was a tiny baby lamb demon.

Her big eyes were black with a white pupil, and her soft lavender wool looked just like Betts'.

I smiled and pointed to it, "is that your family?" I asked her, looking over in her direction. She smiled softly at the picture, "yes, that's my husband and our daughter...she's a bit bigger now, that picture is about a year old," she explained and I nodded.

My smile softened the longer I stared at the picture, "she's beautiful...what's her name?" I asked and Betts smiled wider.

She seemed to enjoy talking about her family, and I enjoyed listening.

"Emily," she responded, and my gaze fell back on the family photo. My eyes lingered on the baby and then I blinked and looked away.