Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

43. Contract

*** Your POV ***

You made your way back to Alastor's place. You were not expecting your little excursion to reveal all that. But silver lining was nothing bad really happened and you got back unscathed with two hot coffees and food. The gates opened for you this time, like they recognzed you. You opened the front door careful not to spill anything and made your way to the kitchen to place things down then return the left over cash to Alastor's wallet. He was no where to be seen.

"Alastor?" You called out.

"I'm in my office love!" He replied, his voice coming from somewhere upstairs.

You made your way up, trying to find where his office was but you didn't remember walking - or being carried - past it.

"Marco?" You called out again, and you heard Alastors amused laugh and "Polo!" From the opposite corridor to the one that lead to his bedroom. That gave you enough information to make your way over and find Alastor ruminating over what looked like a soul scroll at his desk, fiddling with a feather pen. You walked up and sat on the edge of the desk. Alastor looked up at you, relief written all over his face. You took a small sip off his coffee, smacking your lips mildly at the bitter taste, deciding that nope black coffee was still not your thing, then you put it on the table and slid it over to Alastor, who was watching you the whole time. You did it because you knew he could be suspicious of drinks, especially since you were planning to tell him about meeting Vox at the café.

"I thought you weren't doing work until Tuesday." You chirped.

"This is not work, but it is never the less very important." He explained taking his coffee and giving it a sip. "Thank you, this is perfect."

You smiled happily, taking some of your own drink, "So what is it then?"

Alastor sighed his eyes returning to the paper and back to deep thought, "Its your soul contract, I'm editing it."

"Oh. Okay." You were a bit taken aback, he told you that this was his intention but you didn't think he would jump on it so fast.

"To be frank I am appalled at the level of vagueness in this." Alastor shook his head, rereading the contract again.

"Its from a different time." You shrugged, "Soul contracts weren't the weaponized currency of power back then. And... well I trusted him." You took a sip of your drink, holding it with both hands.

Alastor put the paper on his desk, observing your posture, "Y/n, why did you pick him to give your soul to? It could have been Lucifer, it was his idea wasn't it?"

"He was a powerful overlord, the Goetia and the deadly sins were not created at that point so he was basically only second to Lucifer and Lilith. Plus... I thought he loved me."

"I... khm..." Alastor had the look of somebody who was about to say something harsh but thought better of it. "I'm sorry."

*** Alastor's POV ***

I got up after I heard you close the front door. I absolutely hated letting you go out alone but I knew I had to. Even the souls I own just for servant purposes I have never confined like that, Husker and Nifty are generally free to do as they please, and I sure as hell wasn't going to do it to you. Which reminded me, I needed to take a look at your contract. My goal was to write it in such a way that if something where to happen, you would get your soul back. And to make sure I have a way of protecting you without confining you. But I was also hoping it would keep my mind off from the anxiety I was having about your safety.

So I got dressed in some simple pants and a button down, then made way to my home office. Once in my chair, I materialized the contract feeling with satisfaction your soul swimming around in my chest. I didn't realize it at first, because in comparison to the number of souls I owned it was negligible but your soul was worth thousands. It was no wonder it was a hot commodity, for certain demons this much power could completely flip their status, and that's on top of your ability to heal and kill demons without the use of angelic magic. It was beyond ironic really, so much power wrapped up in one adorable, vulnerable, package.

But what really bugged me was the contract it self. It was vague, especially for something that was meant to be a permanent deal made for your protection. No stipulation on what "protection" entails, or how far somebody can go to insure it. Or what happens to your soul in cases of remanifistation of either party. Nothing. It basically boiled down to you giving your soul and services to the person in exchange for them doing what they felt was required to keep you from having second death. But it also had a lot of loopholes, like what happened if I traded your soul to somebody who I knew could harm you effectively not fulfilling my part of the deal, or the fact that it didn't actually obligate me to protect you from my self. The whole thing was just odd. Even Angel Dust's contract was better defined than this, really only granting Valentino power in the studio rather than in general, and it was purposefully written to the detriment of the spider.

My anxiety only ebbed when I heard you voice call out to me from the kitchen, but my disdain for the contract only increased from my own line of questioning.

"...Plus... I thought he loved me."
 
"I... khm..." I was going to say that this contract was most definitely not written with love. It was written with disregard at best, straight up intention to make sure this person could screw you over if required at worst. He was using you as a failsafe in case he got into too deep. But you didn't need to hear that, in fact you probably knew. "I'm sorry."

"It was a long time ago."

"Still." I gave the contract a final glance over then pushed it over to you, I figured get this over with and then we can get on with enjoying our days off. "Here, read it over. But to summarize, if your soul is to try to leave my ownership it breaks the contract, and your soul will go back to you." This was a particularly delicately worded clause, "I've also added the fact that you are able to call to me if you feel in danger and it will allow me to directly teleport to your shadow. Lastly, I'm obligated to protect you from anything you determine to be harm, doesn't matter the kind or who, and that does include myself."

Your eyes raced over the lines for a few minutes. "Why do I feel like a lot of these add-ons are restrictions on you more than anything?"

"Because they are." I rested my arms on the table. I wanted to come and hug you close but I wanted to give you a chance to read everything over. "You are trusting me with this, despite being already burned before, I am not taking chances." I didn't add that part of it was that my own shadow would strangle me if something happened to you, literally, and doubly so if it was my fault.

I handed you the pen once it appeared you were done reading, which you used to sign at the bottom, next to your original signature. Your soul rolled over in me as the terms and conditions changed, and a bit of weight fell off my shoulders.

"So!" I popped up from my chair and made my way around the table. "Tell me, how was your little outing? Anything entertaining happen?" I was trying to change topics to something more lighthearted.

"Actually yes." You wrapped your arms around me and placed your chin on my chest to look up at me. "It appears Vox is the V's coffee bitch."

"Not surprising, but how do you know?" I took your face into my fingers, "Don't tell me he showed up at there."

"Oh yeah he did. Tried to ask me to dinner. I do hope you weren't intending to keep us secret because he definitely knows now."

"Never." I reassured, giving you a sweet kiss on the nose, but even the mention of Vox's attempts made a scraping feeling flare up deep inside of me.