Smoke and Mirrors (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter Nine

(Trigger Warning/Content Advisory⚠️: gore, torture; skinning)
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Knock

Knock

Knock

"Don't bother getting up, I'm letting myself in!!"

Your voice called out from the front door of your parents abode, and by the wave of your hand a faint glow emitted around the knob on the door.

Unlocking and opening at your will, the tall wooden slab creaked open- for maybe a second, before you pushed the door open fully with your palm and shut it behind you just as quick. You didn't even stop, you just marched right on in and headed to the den.

"Hi, I'd like to talk to you about my complicated emotions." You blurted out.

"Just sit on down, make yourself at home." Your mother teased, putting down the book she was in the middle of, blinking curiously and looking up at you as you entered the room.

You walked right over to the sofa and sat down next to your mom, holding your head in your hands and gathering your thoughts. Unable to ignore your distress, she sat upright and placed a comforting hand upon your back.

"Sweetheart," she gently pried. "What's going on?"

Your father had heard a small snippet of the conversation from the other room, and perked up at the sound of your mothers question. Poking his head through the doorway and looking upon the two of you with concern.

"Y/n? What's the problem?"

You sighed and picked your head up. Not meeting either of their gazes, just staring right at the floor.

"Are you alright?" He asked. Coming over and standing next to your other side; still fumbling with tying his neck tie on the way over. He and your mom sharing a look of concern and confusion. Your mom offering him a slight shrug before both looking back at you.

"I'm anxious," you started. "But I'm also the happiest I've been in a while?"

"Are you in trouble?" Your father asked. Now furrowing a brow, and folding his arms across his chest.

Your lips formed a tight faux smile. "No, not yet anyway."

Your mother scooted closer to you. "What has your head so heavy, dear?"

A heavy sigh heaved from your lungs.

"You know the most recent mortal I was telling you about?" You asked.

"The serial-killing-radio-show-host?" He confirmed.

You nodded.

"That's the one."

"What about him?"

"I fell in love with him..." you explained flatly with a shrug. "Guess I'm a chip off the old block, afterall."

"Awhhhh, sweetheart!!" Your mother gushed. Momentarily disregarding your disquieted state and merely showing excitement for your newly found relationship.

You couldn't help but chuckle and shake your head at her unrelenting optimism. Meanwhile, your father sighed and shook his head.

"Aw, shit..." He muttered.

It's not that he wasn't happy for you, he wanted you to be joyful and find love- if that was what you wanted, of course.

Being an incubus himself who was once in a similar position, he understood your point of view. However, he also understood the severity of the consequences if Lucifer found out.