All is Fair in Love and War (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 4

His smile turned to a genuinely pleased one as he turned away from the guardrail and summoned a bottle in his hand, unscrewing the cap and flicking it somewhere onto the roof. "Care for some brandy, dear?"

You giggled softly and manifested a bottle of your own. "Thanks, but I'm more of a whiskey kind of gal." You politely declined taking a swig of your own.
The stag beside you chuckled and sat down on the concrete. You turned and sat down next to him.

"I have to ask." He started.

"Hmm?"

"How did you get the nickname Mirage?" He furrowed a brow, watching as you took another sip; the dark liquid coating your throat and warming your stomach on the way down. You smiled softly.

"Illusion manipulation and reality distortion. I was actually given that moniker by Lucifer when he appointed me."

"Interesting." He practically cooed, taking a long sip from his bottle. Looking at the bottle you read it was some Hennessy. Putting it back down to his lap he questioned further. "How did you acquire such a skill?"

You shrugged. "If I had to guess, probably something to do with how I lived. There were times I fooled people into thinking or believing something so I could easily justify my means."

He raised a brow, silently urging you to indulge him further.

"For example," you continued, "pretending to be too drunk at the bar so bad-intentioned people would try to bring me home and perform unwarranted acts." You felt a smirk creep onto the side of your face as you looked down at the floor. "Of course, up and killing them before they could actually try anything."

"Reminiscent of a black widow killer." He mused.

You nodded. "Except I never stole anything unless it was personal. All I wanted was their suffering for being so deviant. Pigs had it coming anyway..." You muttered. "I mean, I know I'm no saint for murdering, but... those people are just sick, vial, and in my opinion one of the worst things a person could do." You looked away for a moment and watched the cars whizz by below you, with slight blurred vision as a tear or two welled up in your eyes. Unnoticeably blinking them away before turning back to Alastor; who surprisingly looked sympathetic despite his everlasting smile. "After a while," you continued, "I just... developed a sense of bloodlust. I liked the rush that came with it."

"I can't say I find fault in your reasoning, my dear." He said quietly. "Even a person of my caliber has some morals and standards. Those who forcefully take advantage of others in such a way are no more than a worthless coward. Coercion is not consent. It can separate a man from a monster. And if it means anything to you I was rather picky with my victims as well."

"Is that so?" You asked curiously before drinking another sip.

"Other killers, thieves, scum that no one would miss. I would pick and choose, it was never a random wrong place in the wrong time scenario. I was quite particular back in my day."

You chuckled. "Reminds me of Dexter a little bit."

He tilted his head slightly in confusion and furrowed his brows. You smiled and shook your head. "TV show from the 2000s, don't worry about it. So, I'm guessing that's why you're in Hell then? Murder?"

He nodded. "And cannibalism." He quipped mater of factly.

"Oh sweet!" You giggled at the blunt nonchalance in his honesty. He chuckled along with you.

"Does it bother you that I call you dear?" He asked suddenly, causing you to practically choke on your whiskey as you tried to swallow. "I'm sorry, a demon concerned about... offending somebody?" You smiled. "No, I suppose not. Why do you ask?"