The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 14, Hallows Eve

Alastor POV~

On the walk of awkward serenity, a cool breeze coming off the nearby ocean is ripping through the town as it tries cutting through everyone's bones. I tilt my head up, fully embraced by its chill. Strong winds of mortal planes are nothing compared to the storming winds of Lust. Each one almost makes me miss my home.

Screams of the damned souls reaping what they sow. It's chaotic by nature, dwellers and residents, free to live as they wish. Within the means granted to us in our domains at least. This world's sky couldn't compare to the raspberry and burgundy sky of Lust. It's blue to orange hues blending. Creating pinks just close enough, while the purple of night creeps in.

Somehow I missed the annoyance that was my door being kicked in. Being thrown into a disturbing amount of messes. Mostly caused by a current dear friend of mine. The maid triplets who worked tirelessly, while being the devils of sin they truly were. Working hard and training alongside my fellow royal guards. I miss it all; and yet, if I do ever go back I hope to have Ember come with me.

All these thoughts clawing at my mind. A terrible feeling washed over my gut. Looking at Ember when I hear a subtle whimper. She was hugging herself tightly. Her body was shaking like a leaf. You damn idiot! How could I not notice! I'm a fucking disgrace.

Ember finally took note of my gaze fixated on her form. Giving me a pitifully fake large smile as if nothing was wrong. Yet another lie. Hiding her needs to what end?

Hurrying, I take off my red flannel jacket. Draping it gently over her shoulders. As brief as it was, sparks shot through my arms. The lightest most unintentional touch begs me to hold her closer than anyone before. No. Not yet. I want her, no I need her, to want the same as I do.

Watching as she clenched it closer to her body for protection. The sight brought a touch of heat to my cheeks. Nerves get the better of me. Looking straight ahead as we continue on. Hiding behind a stone facade of my own. This heart of mine rattled in its cage. Why can't I just tell her the truth? This voice speaks from the back of my mind. Questioning my own actions, even though any other hell-borne wouldn't think to ever question anything.

Pondering in the moment as the silence kept unwavering. The boisterous rambling was causing any and all attention to it; the men that are sick with the stench of booze. Ogling and harassing anyone presenting feminine that walks by. Shouting obscenities at their rejections. Trashing the surrounding area with their garbage. The scent of filth, corruption and cruelty grew stronger the closer we got. Disgusting.

As we walked by their unwanted flirtatious smirks became twisted with violent rage. Spitting in Ember's direction. Fucking filth. Fighting back my own anger. I needed to stay calm, watchful, of their behavior.

We were nearly past them when a wild hair grew up their asses. As the drunk men threw their bottles at us. Most of which were shattering at our feet. One just whizzing by Ember's head, barely missing by inches. Causing Ember to jump like a frightened kitten.

There was no holding back my anger. Putting myself upfront to shield her with my body. Revealing my true appearance out of rage. Gritting my teeth as I seethe in my emotions. Looking down my nose piercing their souls with my eyes. Sewing the fear of their god into them. A loud threatening growl escapes my throat. Bellowing out as my forked tail twitches in annoyance. No, I can't do this. I can't let this rage bubble out. Not in front of her. My little witch.

"Run. Now." I commanded through my teeth.

They ran, yelping, for their souls' safety. Clenching my fist by my side. I wanted to watch them run. To make sure they wouldn't turn back. For their lives sake. But most of all the one person I wish to protect most.