Divined Destruction (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 3

Y/n's POV:

"Rosie don't make me go, I'm sure you need help with the shop-", "Nonsense dear, I'll manage just fine without you. Go have fun, you'll be in good hands with Alastor, and it's not like you're going forever," Rosie cut me off, grabbing my hands and smiling at me.

"I thought you told me outside Cannibal town was dangerous... and like the hotel is on the other side of the ring," I grumbled. "Like I said Y/n, Alastor will watch out for you," Rosie cupped my cheek as she smiled warmly.

"Indeed my dears," Alastor's voice echoed from behind us. I rolled my eyes as I turned around seeing Alastor leaning in the doorway. "I hate you for this Rosie," I muttered. "Aw so precious, see you soon!" Rosie said sweetly as I stormed past Alastor to the front porch.

"My my darling, you seem to be in a foul mood," Alastor chuckled as he walked out the door. "Why would I not be in a bad mood?" I glared at him before we started our descent to the hotel.

"You can make new friends, Rosie tells me you're quite the lonesome wolf here," Alastor nudged his fist together as he smirked down at me. I scoffed as I shook my head. Really Rosie?!  "Are friends really necessary? And I have friends," I crossed my arms as I stared forward.

"Hmm? And their names are?" Alastor hummed. "Well Rosie of course and Uh... Chuck," I pressed my lips together, trying to think.

"Who is Chuck?"

"The butcher at the shop," I mumbled quickly, hoping Alastor wouldn't catch it. Unfortunately Alastor did, laughing at me like it was the funniest thing he had heard. "I'm surprised you have friends," I diverted the topic. "Tsk, I see what you're doing Y/n," he sounded amuse.

Did he just tsk me? As if I was a cat on a counter trying to steal food. My blood felt like it was beginning to boil. First this jackass comes here to ask for yet another favor from Rosie, and now he's just simply being a snarky prick too?

"Well at least with the little friends I have, I don't use them," I looked over at him as I smirked, raising an eyebrow. His smile twitched a bit as his eyes went wide. "Strike a nerve Alastor?" I grinned.

"You know my dear, you're the only one I've met who really is bold enough to speak to me in such a manner," he stared forward again as we reached the gates of Cannibal town, walking through them and into the unhinged streets of Hell. "About time," I mumbled.

He needed an ego check. "May I remind you, we're not in Rosie's territory anymore, and we won't be for the duration of our day," his voice went husky and deep, enough to make the back of the hair on my neck stand.

"Would you really hurt someone that close to Rosie, Alastor?" I asked quietly. "You know she's trusting you... I don't feel untouchable because of Rosie, but I know I mean a lot to her. It'd hurt her if something happened to me," I continued.

Alastor didn't say anything, not a single word. We continued our walk in silence. It wasn't awkward, but it wasn't a comfortable silence either. I took my time to look around while we walked. Dead demons laying on the streets, demons yelling at each other, some even fucking in the open, others just having their fix. Most of them ran though when they noticed Alastor.

It really showed how powerful he was, something that did strike a bit of in me. He was kind of a heartthrob in Cannibal town from what I've heard. The ladies, even the gentleman, would all gah about him when I first got there. As the years went on though, the longer he was missing, the less he was talked of.

Rosie said he was never one for fanning their flames of desire though. He was one with no desires of lust.

I sighed, thinking of how I managed to get myself in this place. Managed to get myself surrounded by these sinners, evil creatures of greed, pride, and lust. "I need to make a quick stop," Alastor broke the silence as he turned down a side street.