Demonic Family

Chapter 1

Alastor kept his smile on his face but his pinned by ears gave away his true emotions of frustration and irritation as the loud cha-ching of slot machines filled is ears and overwhelmed his senses along with the smell of expensive whiskey, a lot of which Husk drank himself.

He gracefully stepped around the people who were drunk out of their minds as he refilled several glasses on his way around.

He hated the nights where the casino was filled with rich men and cheap prostitutes trying too hard to get their pay for the night. He watched people chatter excitedly over the poker table.

He bit his tongue as people mocked and jeered at him for falling so far from grace, something her experienced often, he knew if he were to bite back or say something in return then he would anger Husk and the consequences would be less than desirable. He had a sense of self preservation, after all, and while it took him a while to adapt to the changes that came with the demotion of status he has learnt when he keep his mouth shut and just let people talk about him as they'd whisper and comment wherever he went in the Casino.

He also knew when to suppress his age regression and exactly what to do when the familiar fuzzy feeling came over him like a blanket, Husk had his eye on him most of the time and that meant to had to force away the comforting feeling and continue to let Husk assume he was a neutral. He didn't know what Husk would do if he were to discover Alastor's true classification. He didn't know what would happen if ANYONE discovered his classification. He didn't even tell Rosie, afraid she may begin to treat him differently and underestimate the power that he once had.

He missed Rosie, he still saw her occasionally when Husk wasn't working him half to his second death which was, unfortunately, most days which over the years merged into just long blur.

Very rarely, though, Husk would be too preoccupied with his fiance, Anthony or Angel Dust as he calls himself on stage, and he'd be able to fly under the radar for a few weeks before he'd summon him back to the casino.

Speaking of, that's exactly who he ran into. The arrogant spider demon who stood just a few inches taller than him even without his heels on as he flashes a smile down at Alastor.

"If it ain't my favourite sinner!" His Italian-American accent strong as he speaks to him.
"Shouldn't your FIANCE be your favourite sinner?" Alastor retorts
"He should be, but he ain't here right now when he said he would be. He's awful late so right now he ain't my favourite." Angel Dust takes out a cigarette and lights it, much to Alastor's annoyance. "What's got ya so worked up, Al?"
"Nothing that's of any concern to you, Angel" Alastor's smile becomes more of a grimace as he looks away.
"Ah, come on, toots. Don't be grumpy."

Alastor sigh as he turns away from Angel as he continues on with his duties, an act he'd love to regret later.

"Did you or did you not ignore my fiance, Alastor?"

Husk spits as he holds Alastor by the waistcoat. It didn't matter about the size difference, Husk owned Alastor's soul and was physically weaker than him as a result of the loss of power he experienced. He pushes Alastor and he stumbles back, hitting a wall as he looks up at Husk with a dazed expression a chain forms around his neck. The collar was a simple strip of black leather with a bell, not unlike one would use for a cat, and the chain was made out of playing cards with the middle cut out.

Husk pulls on the chain, jerking Alastor towards him when he speaks.

"Angel Dust is my fiance and you WILL NOT disrespect him the way you did tonight." He growls out as he pulls the chain tighter.

Alastor keeps the smile on his face as he pants and sweats. He doesn't want to respond but he knows the situation will be a lot worse if he doesn't

"I understand, Husker, old friend. I'm sorry."

Husk releases him.

"Good, and since you're so obviously riled up and not thinking straight I SUPPOSE you can go home for now."

Standing up, Alastor straightens his outfit and bids farewell to Husk.

As Alastor begins to walk home the events from the night played through his head like a record, normally he was good at biting his tongue but he was just so tired that he couldn't help himself that time. He was so frustrated with the noise overwhelming him and taking over his heightened deer senses that he couldn't help it.

The more distressed he got, although he would never admit it to anyone, the fuzzier and 'younger' he became. Worried something less than favourable would happen if he stayed out while he slipped into little space he hurried home quickly, a simple, humble house that was inconspicuous as he shut the door behind him quickly and locked it.

Even when he was alone he didn't let the smile fade as he went up the stairs quickly, already regressed by the time he reached the door.

He takes a box out from under his bed; his secret little box and takes out the contents: a onesie, a pacifier, a sippie cup.

He studies all of these items for a moment, yearning for a stuffed animal but that's the one thing he refused to get. A pillow would substitute just fine and the less little gear he actually had the better. He just needed the bare minimum, he even considered all of this too much.

He changed into his onesie quickly, folding up his clothes nicely and gently took the pacifier in his mouth before he climbed into the soft bed, engulfed in the covers.

He couldn't help himself from wanting someone to take care of him, someone like his mother. His smile wavered as tears blurred his eyes, trying to fight them he curls in on himself but can't stop a few from falling. And when a few fall, they all fall.