Smoke and Mirrors (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter Five

~~Alastor's POV~~

'I didn't know demons could be so lovely.' I thought to myself. Quickly shirking the thought as quickly as it came; as much as I didn't want to.

I couldn't begin to explain this sudden... what was the word? Infatuation? Appreciation? Dare I even say bewitchment...

Whatever the feeling was, it was undoubtedly captivating.

Much like her...

What is wrong with me? I don't fawn over others, others fawn over me! I'm Alastor, The most renowned radio host in all of New Orleans! Hell, all of Louisiana perhaps! And she is...

𝓔𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰...

What is happening?

Her charm aside, I must admit she has been nothing but kind to me. One would have anticipated a demon to be cold, spiteful and malicious in nature. But she seemed nothing of the sort. Putting aside the fact that she enables my little violent hobbies and even took remnants of a carcass for her own consumption- she was positively divine! I bet Mother would adore her!

Why does she make me feel so... giddy? But also confused? I'm not like this, I don't feel emotions like this. I thought I didn't... This warm, fuzzy feeling is like an infection, it's spreading; cut iT OUT OF ME-

Shit. I think she just said something and I was too busy staring, I didn't catch it... 'Fucking idiot.'

~~Narrator POV~~

"I'm sorry darling, what was that?" Alastor politely requested, not quite registering the words you had just spoken.

You chuckled gently and looked up at him.

"I said everything is wonderful." You repeated warmly. "You're quite the cook."

His smile relaxed and he gave a soft nod. "Thank you my dear. I'm pleased that you enjoy it."

"Very much so." You confirmed.

You weren't kidding, everything he had prepared for the two of you was absolutely scrumptious. Savory and perfectly seasoned and prepared, you almost felt compelled to ask him if he had any cooking tips he was willing to share.

Over all the evening was going well. The sun was setting outside providing a dim, warm glow to illuminate part of the room. Alastor had a few candles lit as a centerpiece in the middle of the table which added to the soft ambiance. The two of you shared conversations about everything and nothing. Enjoying each other's company with a sort of lightheartedness.

Well, to an extent.

Present as you tried to be; you were feeling a bit out of sorts after the morning you had prior to this. Still replaying Lucifer's reaction in your mind, almost reliving the emotions again but to a less severe extent.

Alastor did seem to notice you seemed a little quieter than normal but at first thought nothing of it. However as your spurts of quietude grew longer, he began to notice a look in your eye. Something somber you were trying to keep hidden.

Curious to know if he had done something to bother you, he finally spoke up.

"Are you alright, my dear?" He asked suddenly. You looked up at him slightly wide eyed and blinked as you registered his question. "Pardon my saying so but you seem a little down." He continued. "I hope I've not offended you in any way."

"No, of course not! Forgive me, Alastor. I apologize." You offered, quickly trying to reassure him. "My mind keeps reeling over a conversation I had this morning, and it's been difficult to push it out of my mind. I don't mean to be rude or inattentive."