Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

11. Drinks

*** Trigger warning: Description of violence

*** Alastor's POV ***

I initially meant to head out for the hunt right away, but I got bombarded with requests from Charlie so I ended up putting it off until this morning. Part of me really missed the cool crisp mornings in life, all the ones in hell were always the same and lacked the refreshing breeze.

Regardless I walked briskly down town looking for a good target. I had standards after all. It was either a challenge, the deserving, or those who got in my way. Although I didn't have a specific type, I did particularly enjoy ridding both earth and now hell of scum worse than I. Luckily for me, hell was full of those so I never lacked for deserving prey. It took a little longer than usual as I was also looking for something I would feel comfortable draining as a present for a lady, but soon enough I found just the thing.

Walking past a small alleyway I saw a burly bull demon burst out of a back door, holding a small, what looked like fox boy, by his throat. The boy was flailing around trying to get the man's right grip off of him, barely making a sound due to the trapped air. The bull was wearing a nice button down and slacks, meaning he was definitely at least somewhat cleaned up. But clearly not enough to not lay hands on children.

"I told you to bring me the money by yesterday, now its today, and THERE IS NO MONEY." The bull yelled in the boys face, pinning him against the concrete wall. I took a quick glance around and stepped into the alley way watching the scene, with my cane clasped tightly behind my back.

"Hello good fellow." I tilted my head, interrupting the tussle. The boys eyes went to me briefly before going back to his assailant.

"Get outtahere chump, I have business to deal with." The bull pinned the boy harder causing him to start loosing grip on his fingers and his arms to fall dawn helplessly.

"Mmmhhh." I hummed. Not only was this man a brute, he also didn't know who I was. Fantastic. "Well, chump, said business is the least of your concerns now, I assure you."

"What did you say?" Startled by my statement he let the kid go, who scrambled away in an instant not even taking a second to look back. Smart lad. Once the boy has made it around the corner, I released my full demon form, my shadow cackling behind me as radio static and deer shrills filled the small alley way. The bulls eyes went from anger, to shock, to pure horror as he watched me transform, becoming times larger than him. The next second his neck was already snapped and he was dead.

With a wave of a hand I moved all of him to my basement where I had a specially made butcher block for this kind of thing. After a moment of thought I had my shadow hoist him up in the air by his legs and cut his neck with my claws to drain the blood. Gathering it into a few empty wine bottles I had laying around. It was quite a few but I didn't know how much you needed so I figured more is better. Once I was done, I carved my own pieces. Some to eat now and some to use for dinner later that night. I noted that this one tasted somewhat off, but I couldn't place my finger on it.

After clearing the carcass, I noticed that the bull had a genuinely very nice looking skull. Your room had many bones and skulls in it, so I could assume it was something you collected, and decided to pocket it.

*** Your POV ***

You were in your bathroom leaning back against the bathtub. It has now been over two weeks since you had blood, and it was not going well for you. Out of all the tortures your previous keepers had you go through, this was by far one of the worst but this time you also had to actively pretend you were fine for the rest of the crew since they had no idea of your so called arrangement. And telling them could potentially mean revealing that you were here due to more than just Lucifer hiring you. It boggled your mind that Lucifer could have forgotten something like this, but also considering he was a bit of a frazzled airhead it wasn't all that surprising.