Two days later:
Elizabeth was still very confused about that night. The Alastor man hasn't left her mind since. She woke up that morning thinking it was yet, another crazy dream. But she knew it was real. There was no way she could have made that all up in her head. Groaning to herself, she got ready for another mellow day.
She works outside, painting. Now later in the day as the sun begins to set to the light-orange and yellow skies with a light, perfect breeze blowing through the air. Elizabeth finishes up her painting. On the canvas sits a red and black mess. A mess of dark red eyes. She couldn't get that smile and those eyes off her mind. She couldn't just tell someone. She didn't have anyone, so her way of expressing what she thought was through art. Though, the painting scared her. Made her feel uneasy. Something felt entirely off.
She leaves back inside, carrying the now drying finished product inside to lean against her bedroom wall. She spends the next half hour thoroughly cleaning her brushes, preparing for their next use. Heading off to her bed, she subconsciously touches the ring on her ringer, messing with the red gem. The connection in it feels... amazing.
Laying on her bed, she stares up at the ceiling, sighing. Who is he...
"Alastor," She whispered.
"Yes my dear?" A voice rings out next to her. She jumps up, startled as she sees the red creature looking man with his arms tucked behind his back, his staff peeking out behind him. She notices his shadow moving behind him on its own record, smiling at her like Alastor himself is at her.
"How? How did you get here?" She says curiously.
"Well, powerful demon overlords, such as myself, have the ability to teleport, deary." He says tilting his head with that smile plastered on his face.
"D-demon? Overlord?"
"Yes. A demon. Such a surprise!" He says laughing, sarcasm dripping in his voice. His eyes wander to the picture from earlier that day leaning against her wall. He makes a face, a face of bewilderment as he appreciates the color usage.
"Did you miss me that much, honey?" He says with a light chuckle. She blushes profusely as she rushes over to the painting that reminded her of him. She placed it face down on the ground, now looking back up at the tall demon.
"Why are you here?" Elizabeth asked.
"Well, why did you call my name?" He retorts back with a smirk. He takes a step closer.
She huffs, stepping back as he continues to get closer, completely ignoring personal space. She ignores his question. She tugs at the hem of her tank top, looking anywhere but him as he just watches.
"Embarrassed are we?" He teases. She turns her back against him, even more flustered. That's until she feels something snaking around her neck.
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He Was Always There(Alastor)
Romance(Art not mine) Abandoned at a young age, she was taken in by a certain demon who had other intentions. Elizabeth felt as if she was missing a piece of her and her life after she was 12, but she could never figure it out. One night she was encountere...
