Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

20. Commitments

*** Your POV ***

You and Alastor had been having another one of your late evening talks, this one taking place in one of the secluded nooks in the catwalks above the main hang out area, overlooking the entrance and the bar. It was apparently one of Alastor's favorite spots as he could see everyone but they couldn't see him. You were sitting down on the lounge chair, leaning your back against the wall facing Alastor who was looking out and watching people as he talked.

"So, darling, I couldn't help but overhear Lucifer and Charlie talking about you the other day." Alastor leaned back on the couch, placing his arm on he back of it as he turned to look at you.

"Oh? What about?"

"Wondering how is it that someone like you, a healer, got into hell."

"Pwhahahaha," You burst out laughing, earning a raised eyebrow from Alastor, "Sorry I didn't expect the king of hell and his daughter to be so... naive."

"Whatever do you mean? You helped people did you not?"

"Yes. But help is not always... sinless."

"Consider me intrigued." Alastor dipped his head.

"Hm. How to explain." You pondered for a moment, "Imagine. You are a woman in rural countryland. Your husband, is an abusive cunt to spends all his money on mead, comes back smelling of other women every other night and beats you as a past time." You let the description sit a moment before continuing, "Can't leave because women are not really allowed to own land, or do anything without a mans permissions really, can't divorce him because thats forbidden by the new church order. You are stuck. Unless..."

"You kill him." Alastor finished.

"Exactly. But, lets be frank here the physical power disparity is about the same as it is on this couch," You looked at him briefly, "Sure by some fluke I could win, but realistically if I were to come at you head on you would have me lights out in seconds." You noticed Alastor shifted a little at this pointed observation. It was true ofcourse, he would not deny such a fact. Especially since you were considered physically weak for a demon and none of your powers were well suited for fighting. Meanwhile he was a powerful overlord with thousands of souls worth of power at his disposal that he has gathered over the last century. But at the same time it made him uncomfortable that this is something you thought about next to him. Regardless you leaned your head back looking at the dark ceiling. "So you can't be direct. And best to make it look like an accident, something that a woman could use."

It took Alastor a moment but his eyes widened in realization. "Poison."

You smiled, "Correct. So, during one of your excursions to the market, instead of going straight home you sneak away into the woods to visit your local temple, or what's left of it, where you find a very sweet mannered apothecary. You give her a pint or two of your blood, and in exchange she gives you a little concoction that you slip into your husband's drink everyday for a few weeks." You made a motion in front of you like you were pouring something into an invisible glass. "And voila, after a particularly bad bender he turns up dead."

"Hmmm interesting story, who was that 'sweet mannered apothecary' though, I think I would love to meet her." Alastor teased with a wide grin.

"Oh I am sureeeee you would." You laughed.

"Hold on." Alastor straighted out a bit. "You told me that you can give your blood healing properties, can you do poisons too?"

"Yup."

"But it wouldn't really be much use here, it wouldn't kill sinners forever." He reasoned.

"I can heal angelic wounds can't I?" You lolled your head to the side to look at him with half lidded eyes. You kinda felt bad, you were about to shake his world a little.

"You." Alastor started but the static fritzed for a second as his thoughts caught up to his tongue, "You are telling me, you can kill hellborn royalty and sinners without the use of angelic weapons or power? By poisoning them with your blood?"

"Yes. What, did you think the only reason I've been passed around like a prized doll by hell's finest is just for my ability to heal? Besides, you would still need to sneak it to them."

Alastor was quiet for a second. It seemed a bit obvious looking at it that way, but its not an ability you just assume somebody has. Thats rare, unheard of really. And to top it off, he drank from you. The first time you were under a deal, but he has done it after. You could have killed him, on dozens of occasions now. "I... guess I kind of did. You could have killed me."

"I didn't." You said simply.

"Clearly." Alastor was definitely feeling a little weird about this realization. He didn't really know how to feel, if he was being frank with himself. On one hand, you never told him you could kill him. He didn't know that was a risk when he drank your blood. But it wasn't like you were hiding it as you explained yourself pretty easily just now. And you were never one to try to intimidate him by throwing something like that in his face, you've always done the opposite. Try to make sure he was comfortable in the situation. It was hard for him to blame you, despite a slight hitch in his stomach about the fact that if you had any ill intent towards him he would have likely been dead by now.

"I am sorry." You said recognizing the tension in the air. "I didn't mean for it to... come as a surprise. I hope you know I mean you no harm. I hope... Fuck." You sighed heavily, putting your elbows on your knees and scrunching up in uncertainty, the little shell going up again, "I hope it doesn't change... things."

In response Alastor turned his body to you looking down, and picked up your wrist. It was tentative, like he was having a battle with himself the entire time he was bringing it to his face. But he promised you trust as a companion, and he was anything but a dealbreaker. Your eyes widened a bit as he placed your wrist at his mouth and bit down. He took an indulgent couple of gulps, before pulling away with a satisfied "Ahhhh..." and licking your wrist clean of any remaining blood then letting go.

"Oh look I am still alive." He laughed giving you a sly smile. That was definitely more nerve-wracking than he was willing to admit, but he was nothing if not a man of commitment.

"Thank you." You whispered before looking up at Alastor again, "You didn't have to -"

"I know." He responded quickly, "But I offered companionship did I not? What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't follow through on my own commitments?" his smile was soft as he leaned back, looking over your face. "Besides, I can't be the only one benefitting from our arrangement, or it would defeat the purpose because it 'has to go both ways or it doesn't work?' as you said."

You couldn't argue with that, "Well, it is appreciated nonetheless."

What Alastor didn't say though, was that he hated seeing you curl up into yourself like that. He has been wanting to keep you happy and smiling, because when you were it made him feel lighter too.