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

Chapter 69

(Warning: violence, gore, blood, torture, mention of cannibalism, all that good stuff. Proceed with caution)
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"Hey sunshine, what's new?" You mocked, taking the potato sack off of the bulls head and taking the rag from out of his mouth.

It had been a few days since Alastor was treated in the hospital, and had been just released that morning. On the way out he had two important things on his agenda; one, eat something that wasn't 'garbage hospital food', and two, make his poor excuse of a father howl in misery.

You took the liberty of stopping by the hotel on Alastor's behalf and swung by Angel's room to retrieve the -now starved- victim in question. It made you happy to see the bull look so exhausted and even a little gaunt in the face. You were certain Angel Dust didn't do much except neglect him, but from what you could tell he had been gagged with an old cotton t-shirt as well as bound to a chair. Hands tied to each armrest and his ankles to the front legs of the chair. Alastor was currently in the bedroom, haven taken a much needed shower and was to be down to join you shortly.

"Fucking bitch-" he sneered, but you immediately shut his mouth with a good hard slap; forceful enough to rattle his teeth and almost knock him out of the chair he was tied to.

"Listen buddy." You growled, grabbing his chin with a bruise-worthy grip. "I am exhausted. There is not one, but two babies in my body taking up a lot of my energy right now. My back hurts, I am running with no alcohol, no nicotine, and no caffeine. I am very close to losing my shit, and I'm about to make sure you get the brunt of it. Call me names, throw insults my way, I really don't care. Because you're never seeing the light of day again regardless."

He glared at you through narrowed eyes and huffed. You let go and sauntered over to the back wall, your fingertips dancing along a back table. You had set up ahead of time, an array of tools and instruments of torture to use against him. With Al's help of picking things out too, of course. Between a vast assortment of knives, scalpels, scissors and clamps; to saws and hammers and a cattle-prod. You'd even gotten a few fire-pokers, that were currently red-hot as they were nestled in a pit of hot coals in the corner of the room just waiting to be used.

"Where is the little boyfriend, anyway?" He asked.

"He's upstairs," you answered. "He'll be down in a minute. Why, miss your son?" You asked, sarcasm clear as crystal in your voice.

"Pfft." He scoffed. "I don't miss that ungrateful brat. But anything beats watching that porno spider bringing clients into his room."

Your jaw slacked open in awe, a twisted half smirk creeping onto your face as you realized what he was saying. "You got fucking cucked???" You wheezed, holding your stomach as you laughed in his face. "That's hilarious!! Oh my satan, hold on."

"Babe!" You called up the stairwell, Alastor on the other side of the door about to make his way down.

He swung the door open with gusto, and smiled down at you. "Yes my love?"

"Angel cucked him!" You snickered, pointing over at the bull. Al's eyes went wide as he looked at you, looked at his father and then back at you.

"Are you serious??" He chuckled in disbelief as he descended the stairs. You nodded and began to wheeze in laugher again. He snickered as well and looked over at the tied up victim. "Well Pops, if you were literally anyone else I might've felt bad for you. But I must say I'm just as amused as she is!"