The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 12, Annoyance

Ember POV; One month later~

It has now been over a little over a month since Alastor joined the shop. Hallows eve is tomorrow; so we have been in full swing here. From the decorations, settings, literature, as well as my rituals. Seeing as I will be busy during tomorrow's events at home. As the veil between us and the spiritual grows thin.

I've been running around making sure everything is in order for my time away. Thankfully having the extra set of hands has been immensely beneficial. Even if those extra hands have a way of causing chaos with everything they touch. Shenanigans around the shop have been on a steep rise.

Oh has the god Loki had his eye on me lately.

Alastor seems to get along well with Samual. Their relationship built on mutual respect for one another. Keeping it civil when customers are around. It's honestly nice to watch the demon treat a human with such thoughtfulness. He has such a big heart. Seemingly understanding that Samual is clueless to the uniqueness of some patrons.

While on the other hand, Damien and his work relationship leave much to be desired. I can't tell whether they wish to kill each other. Or perhaps a budding bromance will spring forth like a natural disaster. At least they have learned to keep their hostile bickering to a minimum. In front of the customers at least. So I can't complain too much. Even if I want to drag them by their ears and sit them in a timeout.

It's been a wonder seeing our regulars welcoming him. Though after that first day it took everyone a good minute to ease into having him around. Alastor can, at times, be a little much.

He has put in so much work into himself even. Granted his mouth is still a bad habit. Alastor tries, and that's what matters most. While the embarrassing flirting has been a welcome distraction for myself. The small tingles I get when he is near. I can't help but wonder if it's real, or because I've been alone for so long.

Invisible to those around. Trying my best to be a ghost in the flesh.

Leaning forward on my workbench, exasperated and lost. My office stood as silent as a still night. I find I am losing myself to time itself. Spacing out deeply enough I'm disoriented when I come back to reality. It felt as though something was trying to get my attention. Is a god reaching out?

Lighting a frankincense incense on my Bastet altar. A few sprays of perfume around in the air. Offering up fresh homegrown cuts of cat grass in her dish. Forming and focusing on the thoughts I wish for her to answer. A little extra offering should help. Pouring a glass of wine. Placing it nicely alongside the others.

Happy with what I have given. Plopping down a cushion to sit on the floor. Allowing myself to drift off easily. Here I come, what do you wish to show me.

Imagining roots sprouting from the bottoms of my feet, piercing the floor beneath where I sat. Breaking through every layer until it meets rich soil below. Connecting my soul to the earth and her healing energy.

Working through these feelings and lingering thoughts. Letting whatever it is guide me through the heavy fog that clouds overhead. After some walking; I am met with a vision.

What, or who, are you? What are you trying to tell me?

It appeared as if I was watching it through frosted glass. Seeing the woman I felt a familiarity too. My mind whispers to me. She is I.

Beside her a young tall male figure? He stood just over her, with a strong posture. However the haze around them was growing far worse. Unsettled, I pushed through to continue on. Watching on in hopes for a hint, clue, or answers. The longer I looked; the worse this haze grew. Making it both impossible to view, or feel what could be in store.