The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 23, Confessions

Alastors POV~

Laying here, in this strange room that's now mine, in the darkness unable to quiet my thoughts. In a bed that isn't from the bin as someone's disregarded, used up trash. Not stained or tattered, etc. Instead it's well taken care of. Probably more of a glorified cat bed than a spread guest bed.

A scent of fresh cleanliness radiates from the soft sheets. She must've washed them before hunting me down. The thought brings a soft chuckle bubbling up.

Looking around the room it was still in her style; of greenery, and whimsical, while also simplistic compared to the rest of the home. Perhaps she kept it this way for guests. Now it was my own room, to do with as I please. Yet I can't seem to imagine it any other way. 

Burying my face into the fluffy pillow soft scent of strawberries and lemons. They smell of her. The little witch that has stolen every inch of free space in my mind. Those mesmerizing eyes, sweet smiles are so delightfully warm. That gentle touch of empathy, kindness, and understanding. A touch so intoxicating, I can't get enough of her. My body craves to be next to her. My heart aches to be the very thing she is to me.

I've heard of demons having fated mates, though it was deemed rare by some. It was rumored impossible by most. Yet the more I think about it— I begin to wonder if it truly is as rare as previously thought. Or if as demons being caged in hell over these recent years— with less need for us on the mortal plane— among other possibilities. Have we perhaps cut off from finding such light.

You damned fool, you should be sleeping!! Not mentally spiraling into these questions and theories.

Groaning in the pillow. Fidgeting with the head scarf around my wrist. Annoyance with myself and my own sleeplessness grows. For my unquenchable curiosity to know all about Ember. This overpowering need to be there and provide whatever she needs, wants and desires. I never dreamt of finding such a thing. Let alone my very own fated mate.

I grin at my tiniest of realizations. Is this why I've never been happy with another? I couldn't have asked for a better match I suppose.

Unable to stop thrashing around. The thoughts and questions kept finding their way to me. Did this room belong to her? Was this her bed? Tossing and turning as I fight to get comfortable. Is she also in her bed having the same troubles? Does sleep elude her the same way it is me? What am I to do?

I want to get out of this bed, and go to her. Whisk her into my arms. Carry her back to bed, and crawl under those soft blankets. Our bodies once again bathe in the warmth between us. Pray to the gods I can keep myself from claiming her.

Grumbling into the pillow, in my misery. I am shocked to hear a gentle rapping at the door. Shooting up to look at the door.

Could it be one of the feline residents of the home?

They would've had free range of their home before me. Now with the door closed, perhaps they would want in. Another moment passes and I hear another even softer rapping.

No. It can't be.

Rushing to my feet on instinct. Running to the very door as my heart picks up speed, racing in my chest. Feeling as though it's beating against my bones. Taking the knob in hand, I hesitate over it, as it becomes harder to breathe.

The room began to spin as I stood still. Paused. Strawberry and lemon swirled around intensely. Pushing myself to open the door wide. Shallow breaths fill my lungs. I open the door and see nothing. My vision is blurred from the change in lighting.

What is wrong with me? Why am I allowing mythos hope in?

Accursed mind runs a million miles a second. Ideas, thoughts, questions— everything and all. Only to suddenly stop as a gentle timid whisper calls out my name.