Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

28. Threat

***Trigger warning: Descriptions of traumatic events, though not in detail.

*** Your POV ***

You had just closed the door behind the lovey dovey pair when you got bombarded by Angel Dust and Husker standing over you with accusatory looks.

"You've fucked Asmodeus?" Angel asked blatantly.

"Um... why the surprise?" You said hesitantly almost insulted at how bewildered he sounded.

"First of all, how do you even know each other?" Husker asked before Angel could respond.

"Everyone who stays in hell long enough eventually ends up knowing one another." It was true, after a certain while it was just inevitable to cross paths with people. Hell was ever moving, ever changing, so as long as you stayed alive eventually all crossroads start overlapping.

"And the surprise is because he is King fucking Asmodeus!" Angel clarified.

"Yeah, exactly, the embodiment of lust? It's not that difficult," You rolled your eyes with your hands on your hips, "Him and his boo would probably toss both your asses like a salad in the right circumstances."

"If you ever, EVER hear of those circumstances you tell me ok?" Angel Dust pointed a long pink finger at you.

"Fine fine!" You waved them off and walked away.

Alastor watched from the side as you made your way up the stairs, with an odd but warm soup of feelings in his chest. You said your heart was spoken for, and there was no one else that could mean but him. That made his own heart feel all kinds of fuzzy things he didn't know it had the ability to. But he also felt something else, something fizzly and its like it was jabbing his intestines from the inside. Not quite jealousy like he felt when he saw the way you and Stolas interacted, he was jealous of that emotional closeness. But like a nervousness. His shadow recognized it as insecurity but it wasn't about to call that out.

Stolas was one thing, and it has been made plenty clear you were just friends. But this was the King of Lust himself, a king of the Goetia and one of the seven deadly sins that not only you did you have relations with in the past, but he also thought highly enough of you to try to get your soul from Mammon and Paimon. And you were still on good terms. Apparently you were a hot commodity in hell in more ways than one.

However, you had a lot more on your mind at the time and ended up going straight upstairs to try to sort through it all. Although you were happy to see Ozzie again - it was never anything serious but he was a good man and you were happy to see him having found some one - you had a feeling of foreboding about his visit. If Paimon got wind of it, you would get a beating at best. Paimon was pissed when Ozzie tried to get your soul back, thinking that you had somehow schemed against him together. Paimon most likely couldn't know what happens inside the hotel due to Alastor making sure not a single recording device worked within the hotel walls, and placing a resident here as a spy would be too dangerous. But he did most likely monitor the comings and goings of others, meaning there was a good chance he would know Ozzie walked through those doors.

Sure enough, it wasn't even a few hours later that your phone rang with large letters "PAIMON" on the screen. You didn't know how he would have gotten your number, but it was entirely possible Lucifer ended up having to give it to him. For better or worse, you decided not to pick up and just let it go to voice mail. Paimon's voice was undoubtedly angry, and you were just happy that with Lucifer being here he probably wouldn't come after you directly or reneg on their agreement easily.

"You fucking whore," He yelled "First you manage to get Lucifer to push some exceptions for you and now you want to go behind my back and treat that filthy dildo of Asmodeus's? Who gave you the right? You pathetic bitch. What's next? You gonna butter up Lucifer to ask for you soul back? Well guess what, it isn't going to happen. You're mine for the rest of fucking eternity. Don't treat anyone there again or I swear I will drag you out of there myself and drain you of every last drop of blood you have then leave you to rot."