Secret Confessions (Book 1)

Angeldust

~ WARNING ~

Okay, so...

How do I put this? Hmm...

This chapter is morbid and has slight nsfw. It also contains gore and blood.

Well... enjoy! 😅

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Five Days Later...

Alastor won't stop doting on me for even a second. I absolutely love it. Five days flew by with him spoon feeding me delicious Jambalaya he would make with delectable chunks of black meat. To which I didn't bother asking where it came from.

I learned my lesson long ago that it's best ta remain oblivious.

He would also spoon feed me onion soup that Charlie pitched in. Alastor always brought a cup of water with it because he knows just how salty her soups can be.

"It's da thought that counts babe." I would reply as he fed me and we would share a chuckle.

As he promised, he never left my side. Other than leaving to go downstairs and cook, he remained glued to my bedside.

Plyers wouldn't have been enough to unstick the worried Radio Demon.

Eventually, the headaches and stomach pains went away. My strength started to come back and I was finally able to take a deep breath. A real one.

I'm back. Back in my Dimension. Back with Albert. Back where I belong.

"How is our patient doing?" Alastor asks, walking out of the bathroom, drying his hands on a fluffy towel.

"I'm not fragile, Daddy. I'm much betta' and don't need supa' vision anymore." I huff.

Alastor winces at the nickname and his ears flatten. "Refrain, my dear, from calling me that."

"No? Then what 'bout my lil' submissive bitch?" His ear twitches.

"Strawberry Deer?"

Twitch.

"Sexy Red Buck?"

Twitch.

"Good boy?"

Twitch.

"Anthony." Alastor growls in warning and I smirk. I'm pressing his buttons. I know it. It's very fun to watch him squirm as I list off pet names in a sultry dominant voice.

"Jus' give me a lil' somethin' so I can stop pesterin' ya. I feel like I'm gonna burst from all da tension." Dragging my fingers slowly up my stomach and around my ample chest, I cup my chest fluff.

His red eyes follow my fingers hungrily and his smile wavers. Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, I bite down enough to barely puncture the soft flesh. Just so a drop of blood wells, slipping through my teeth and trickling down my chin, leaving a black trail.

I know when we were alive, the sight and smell of my blood drove him crazy. Gushing from a bullet wound or coating my lip from an aggressive passionate bite as we kissed, my blood always made him go feral.

Not certain if the same goes for down here, him having my demon blood on his hands before from a bullet wound prior to a date we had - to which the wound healed up nicely, leaving a pale white scar.

But it's worth a shot.

"Stop." Alastor voice comes out husky. Deeper. His tone, inhuman. Red eyes shift into dials, bathing the room in a crimson glow.