Smoke and Mirrors (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter Seven

"Mommmmm~! Daaaaad~! It's me, the light of your very existence!"

You lowered your hand after knocking a few times on the large, reddish-purple door of your folks home. Taking a small deep breath as you looked about your surroundings.

"I've come to pay you a visit, and raid the food pantry~." You called out again.

This house was much different from your own. Their house was more like a cottage, -your mother insisted- it was a quaint and homey little place. Grey stone walls made up the foundation of the home with a black roof and matching trim door, and windows. Long, swooping vines seemed to consume the structure. Invading every crease and crevice between the stones, branching out like a web; decorating the little home in it's unapologetic prettiness.

You smiled softly when you heard the latches on the door clink faintly as it unlocked. On the other side was your mother; her warm, kind features lighting up with a smile as she looked at you.

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing we just went to market only just this morning." She chuckled. Letting you inside and opening her arms to hug you.

"It's good to see you, pumpkin." She then hummed, squeezing you tightly. You smiled, and released a soft sigh of decompression as you hugged her back.

"It's good to see you too." You hummed. Pulling away, you caught a faint whiff of a new scent. It was perfumey; not new to you but new to smell on her. "Mom, is that-"

"Perfume?" She giggled. "Yes."

"That's Chanel No. 5, right?" You wondered. Giving her a curious look.

She nodded with an excited, somewhat bashful grin. "It was a gift from your father." She mentioned.

Your expression morphed into one of being impressed. "He spoils you. I love that."

She giggled again. Shutting the door finally as you walked inside. "He has a surprise for you, too!" She said.

"He does?" You asked teasingly, walking into the den. "Oh boy."

"There she is!" You heard your father's voice. "My darling little poison apple, Get over here~!"

You grinned widely as your father stood up from his arm chair and walked over to you; just as your mother did, opened his arms ready to hug his daughter close. Squeezing you gently as you embraced him.

You were close with your mom, you got along very well in fact and both loved each other to pieces. But in a lot of ways, you took after your father and his demonic side. Being born a succubi went without saying; but you seemed to take after him and his appreciation for mischief, the macabre, and sometimes mercilessness. He not only condoned your bloodlust but encouraged it. Because of these commonalities, you two were incredibly close.

He was a protective parent when it came down to it. Being a demon of your nature he was not ignorant to the fact that many a sinner and hellborn would try to take advantage of you, and/or your power and status. But your parents taught you well and you were able to spot red flags fairly quickly. Of course, however, that didn't stop him from assuming no one was good enough for his little girl.

"It's good to have you back." He sighed happily. Pulling away but keeping his hands on your shoulders as he took a look at you. "Hmm."

You furrowed your brow and gave him a bemused look. "What?" You asked with a soft laugh.

"There's something different about you." He hummed. Curling his finger around his chin in thought. "I'm not quite sure what it is."

"Parted my hair on the other side." You said with a wink and a soft chuckle. "I'm just in a good mood, maybe I'm radiant with happiness. How have you two been?"