My Demon Belle (Alastor x Reader One Shots)

My Guardian Demon

(Alastor x Human! Reader)

Summary: You are a student constantly being targeted by a group of bullies because of your interest in the occult, and all things dark/spooky.

Though you aren't usually confrontational, you finally snap one day, summoning Alastor to ask him for help in getting everyone off your back.

He agrees, but asks for something unexpected in return.

Btw, the chant used for this story is from TytoCat's Song, Deal Maker.

"Freak!"

"Witch!"

"Satanist!"

Those were just a few of the names other people called you after they found out that you are interested in the occult, and all things spooky.

You suppose you should be used to it by now, but it still stung to hear those things every hour of every day. And it wasn't like you could just pack up and move to a new city either.

You had tried that once already, but people soon became wise to your darker interests, and you couldn't afford to keep that up forever.

Well, maybe it wasn't that they were observant, but rather, going by the fact that you always wore a silver and red pentagram necklace wherever you went.

After all, it was a gift from a close friend of yours, who also happened to be your crush, and you never wanted to leave the house without it.

It made you feel safe and protected oddly enough.

And no, even if you did try to explain that it was acceptable to wear such an accessory as a style choice, which you had done, it was usually met with disbelief and continued accusations of you being Satanic.

"Oh well, at least today is Friday, and now I can just sit back with a good book or movie to get my mind off of how judgemental and cruel people can be." You thought, making your way off of your school's campus, and to your car. "Maybe Alastor could even stop by for a while. Though I know he's got a lot going on with being one of Hell's Overlords, and helping Charlie with her hotel."

Just as you reached your vehicle, you suddenly fell to the ground as someone stuck their foot out to trip you, resulting in you scraping up your hands, and hitting your head on the side of your car.

"Haha, look at the Demon worshiper now! Not so high and mighty after all, are you?!" The voice of one of the school seniors taunted, kicking dirt at you as you coughed, and rubbed your head.

"I-I never said I was." You muttered, shakily getting to your feet as you looked up at them.

"Yeah? Then why do you always wear that horrible symbol as a necklace?!" One of the others asked, glaring at you.

"I-It's a style choice. I keep telling everyone that just because I wear a pentagram, it doesn't mean I'm Satanic!" You snap, placing a hand protectively over the charm. "A pentagram is misunderstood, and wasn't meant to be a symbol of evil. Besides, a good friend of mine gave it to me after we'd known each other for a time, and I-"

"I'm going to stop you right there, and go out on a limb here to say that your friend is probably a Demon themselves, then." A third person added, shaking their head. "Honestly, you should be expelled for wearing that horrendous thing!"