Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

64. Comforts

***Lemon warrrnniiiinnggggggggggg (only in the later part though so extra warning will be present***

*** Your POV ***

You and Alastor finally got back home. You have gotten into a bit of a routine at this point. After Alastor poofed you both into the entrance of the house, the first thing he always did was pick you up briefly and take your lips into his, holding you tightly. Then he gently set you down and you would help him take off his coat and drape it over your arm so you could put in the dry cleaners pile upstairs. After that he would roll up his sleeves and free his tail as he made his way to kitchen, manifesting a hair tie and his apron. Its not that you couldn't cook, but it was how he went about unwinding for the day so you let him have it. As he started on food, you would go upstairs, take a quick shower and change into something comfy.

This time when you came back down, you found yourself with an extra lovely sight - it appears Alastor had a couple of pots going for whatever he was making today resulting in the kitchen being very warm for him and so, he lost his shirt. So now he was just in his pants and apron, his back exposed to you, with his tail lolling back and forth lazily as he busied himself with the stove.

You made your way over as Alastor started combining everything together into one big pot. Though the sight of him like this was pretty you noticed he was a little stiff, his smile more pensive than usual.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You carefully came up to his side and placed a couple fingers on his back.

Alastor put the last of his ingredients into the pot, you now realized it smelled like a meat stew or soup of some sort. Absolutely delicious as was everything he made. "Hah, can't get past your watchful eye can I?" He chuckled and put the pot lid on, before reaching for a timer from one of the shelves.

"Nope." You confirmed with a little giggle.

"Hmm." He set the timer and put it next to the stove, looks like you had quite a bit before it was ready. "I'm worried I may have been to harsh about Emily. But at the time I can't bring my self to so much as be civil. Frankly I wouldn't be opposed to serving her on a charcuterie board."

"Huh, wonder how angel eyes would taste?" You pondered.

"Probably kind of like scallops." Alastor chuckled, cracking a genuine grin which is what you were trying to achieve before you actually dug into what was really bugging him.

"So why the personal hostility?" Emily didn't technically fit the a challenge, the deserving or got in his way criteria that guided his choice of prey. So this was a little bit of an odd confession.

"Pet my tail while I talk would you?" He asked twitching it a little. It was a little funny but something he was so self conscious about has become one of his favorite sources of physical comfort. And who were you to refuse? It was the fluffiest thing you've seen since getting into hell. You nodded and trailed your fingers down his back to the floof, scratching the base of it with your nails. Alastor leaned over the counter placing his fore arms on it as pleased shudder went up his spine.

"You weren't there, it was before the first fight with heaven that Lucifer explained to us the hierarchy of the seraphims. Sera's job is to protect the souls of heaven. Emily... Emily's is to keep them happy and joyful. Which means that, say in the case a soul goes up to heaven is not happy due to their past memories or missing their loved ones, she would be in charge of solving that. Can't just miraculously make them feel better. Can't bring their loved ones up to heaven either."

"So she took away their memories." You concluded, "You are saying that the memory loss is her idea if not her personal doing?"

"Most likely." Alastor nodded. "She's the reason that..." his voice cracked a little and his head bowed down low, even his ears dropped to almost flat to his head. The smile was still there, but it was very thin, strained. "Ma doesn't... remember me."