Damned (Alastor x OC)

Ch 32

In case you guys are wondering why I never draw animals, observe my attempt at drawing a sheep.

Aria's POV

I held my latte in one hand, my other arm full of shopping bags. Mainly, I was buying clothing that I really liked or thought I needed.

Angel got a frappe from the coffee cafe we went to, and his arms were full of shopping bags, too.

Respecting Al's request, I didn't inform him of my unlimited spending money.

He was using one of his lower arms to hold onto me, keeping it wrapped securely around my waist.

Today was an absolutely beautiful day, for hell at least. The sky was a more muted red color rather than the usual blood red, and the air wasn't hot and sticky.

It felt almost like a perfect spring day.

I'm not sure how weather in hell works, but hey, I'm not complaining.

"Where to now, toots?" Angel asked me, and I hummed in thought. Pentagram square was buzzing with activity right now.

My eyes scanned the area for any shops we haven't visited yet. My search ended at a store with purple and black accents that read "witch's wardrobe" above the door in a sleek font.

"Over there," I pointed to the store and Angel let me pull him towards it.

Suddenly, on the way over to the store, I got that feeling again. That feeling like I'm being watched.

Out of instinct I turned to look, seeing a dark alleyway. Two bright white eyes stared at me from the darkness, seeming very low to the ground.

As soon as I saw it, the thing scurried off, disappearing into the shadows.

Worry settled in my chest, but ultimately I pushed it away. I can't spend my days living in fear.

He can't want me too badly if he's just spending all his time hiding.

"Helloooo Aria? Ariaaa?" Angel called, his voice fading into my ears.

"Wha- huh?" I startled, looking over at him. He tilted an eyebrow, glancing me up and down.

"You good sweetie? Ya don't look too hot..." he said, slightly worried as he used a free hand to press against my forehead.

I swiped him away and gave him a smile.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It's nothing," I lied, and the look in his eyes told me he knew it was bullshit, but he just smiled back after a moment and shrugged.

"Whateva you say," he said, then held the door open for me.

A bell chimed as we walked in, and the woman behind the counter looked up from her book. She was petite, her orange hair looking a bit frizzy beneath her pointed hat.

She looks like...a stereotypical witch.

Her skin was green, but she wasn't ugly. She wasn't old, either. She was quite young. Her eyes were owl like, magnified by circular glasses that rested on her nose.

Her lips were painted black, her fingernails long pointed stiletos, also painted black.

She smiled, showing off her slightly yellow fangs.

"Hello! Welcome in, please feel free to look around!" She said kindly, and I gave her a gentle smile in return along with a nod.

She went back to her book, which I noticed was a spell book and not an actual story.