Til Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 13: Hell's Dangerous Duo

~~~~~Y/N~~~~~
As Alastor and I paint the now barren streets red, I take notice to my supernatural abilities. When I grasp someone out of malice with my long, needle like claws, their skin turns grey, and they die within minutes, but when I touch my beloved, it does not affect him.

I can move unthinkably fast, moving from one side of the city to the other in mere seconds. Alastor seems to teleport with me, taking sinners apart within seconds of me being in a certain part of town. Like he knows exactly where I am at all times. We notice both of our voices are filtered with static, and can be broadcasted to all of hell.
Just like old times.

It had been hours since we started our spree, and a fancy golden car pulls up in front of us as we walk through the ghost town, our humming stopping when we hear the gears shift. Alastor quirks a brow and glances at me, but his smile stays ever-present, making him look quite devilish.

I do not match smiles with him, in fact, I have not had the chance to look at my changes. Alastor's appearance has altered so much, that I can not even guess how I appear. My black pants cling to me from being drenched in blood, and Alastor looks the same, his skin tinted with now browning blood.

A tall man gets out of the car, and walks to open the doors for us without a word. We look towards each other with skepticism, before shrugging and getting into the vehicle. We stain plush red leathered seats with the filth of the dead sinners. Two cocktails sit on a black and red marbled tray, our names written on cards below them in simple cursive.

Alastor gladly takes his, throwing it back quickly, making me wince. I gently take mine, swirling the bourbon in the cup before sipping on it.

"Alastor, you worry me, dear. What if that had been laced with poison?" I say with a smirk, and he chuckles at me, the static faltering slightly.

"I doubt anyone would try with you by my side, doll." He drops the filter at the word 'doll', and gently takes my hand with a sinister smile.

During the ride, I have the time to take in his appearance. His red pinstriped suit is torn and weathered at the ends, but flares out, making his already tiny waist more accentuated. Two protruding deer like ears stick straight up, and twitch and flick every once in a while, making me smile.

A staff sits beside him, glowing slightly red, like his eyes. He hums along to the tune, filtering through the radio. I bask in his voice; it was beautiful before, but now... It's like the old days, where I would daydream to his voice singing to his 'secret admirer' through the radio.

I wonder if anyone found the journal. I hope Josie is doing well... My smile drops at the thought of my sister, and the air immediately feels thicker, making Alastor's posture stiffen, the radio going silent.

"Something worrying you, Y/N?" He asks, completely dropping the filter for the first time. I give him a small, tight smile, tightening my grip.

"Just thinking about my sister... I hope she's okay. She saw you as family, you know? She'll be devastated from both of our deaths. She's an angel, so I doubt I'll ever see her again..." The static in my voice drops as well, my head bowing to look at my long, ghostly fingers. He forces me to look at him, his smile the softest and most genuine I have seen it. Reality must be hitting him too, because he sighs.

"I must confess, I'll miss that little dame. She was like a big sister to me, but I have to admit, this is very entertaining, is it not?" His smile widens and the filter comes back full force, crackling and popping as he glares at the window up front. My eyes snap towards the driver who coughs and quickly averts his gaze. I catch onto what he's thinking and smirk widely. Alastor clicks his staff against his fingers and a shadow emerges. It looks strangely of Alastor, but with a more wicked grin. My eyes widen, and so does my smile as I watch the creature claw it's way towards the front of the vehicle. Silence fills the car for a moment, before the sinner yelps, making the car swerve. Alastor and I snicker, and he clicks his staff again, sending two more smaller shadows up to the front. We continue to hum to the tune playing on the radio with wide smiles.
The car comes to a sudden stop, and we cast our eyes up to look at the looming castle in the distance, a black picket fence obstructing our view slightly. It groans as it slowly opens, and the driver continues to shakily drive through, his forehead now visibly sweaty. When we stop, the driver doesn't move, so we let ourselves out, Alastor holding the door for me, while clicking his staff once again to call the shadows. They crawl out, the main one phasing through the man, making him shiver. His smile widens even more, broadcasting his glowing, yellow teeth. I stifle a snicker. We walk to the front, where another demon sits, looking at us in awe.
"The Radio Demon and... Viper..." His eyes are glossy, and his starstruck expression makes us look to each other in confusion. I speak up, furrowing my brows at him.