𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

Ch. XXXII ✡Seamstress Hands✡

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TWO WEEKS LATER...
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"...WHEN THAT EEL DEMON hit you, it sent such a shock throughout your body that it almost caused a heart attack. But thankfully you only got temporarily paralyzed. Still though, if it weren't for Alastor finding you and Angel...you'd be dead."

You sit on the bottom step of the hotel, hands tucked under your chin, your waist bandaged, and your mind lost within itself.

Such a shock really, you always felt so confident in yourself, that no one and nothing could ever take you down.
Yet that one little slip up, and you nearly died.

What a smack to your face.
And a chip off your pride and ego you carry on your shoulders.

With a heavy sigh, you glance down at the sliver of flooring in between the distance of your feet.

The mindless chitter chatter of the others fill the air, though you only give half an ear.

Time seemed to have flown by since that night...it's already been two weeks.
And just today, you're walking once more.

The damage was worse than you original thought, it kept you bedridden for two weeks--and of course Charlie's paranoia about you hurting yourself more by walking kept you in bed.

Carmilla was kind enough to send flowers, though as for your father...
He...went out and dealt with the problem himself.

You thank Hell that your father didn't overreact when he found out your situation. Then again, the eerily, calm, quiet energy field Zestial was beaming with as you explained what happened...

It was enough of a sign that he was furious. Boiling.
No matter, he got his sweet revenge on the ones who hurt you and Angel.

Strange, now that you think about it, you remember a few days ago both Zestial and Alastor had left the hotel together.

And Zestial was the only one who came back...yet the smell of blood lingered off of his clothes.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what exactly they did while they were out and about in Hell.

Both Alastor and Zestial went out and personally dealt with the henchmen sent by none other than Valentino himself.

Actions have consequences, yet these were consequences you were stupid enough to believe you could handle yourself.

Though this is a lesson you won't slip by.
You know when you've reached a limit, and you've certainly reached your limit.

Even though you still feel like smacking yourself for being defeated by another demon.

You watch as Charlie happily conversates with Angel Dust--whose arm is bandaged due to being shot from one of the henchman.

It could've been so much worse if not for Alastor...

At least he's okay, you think to yourself while glancing at Angel's direction.

At least we're both okay...For now.

A presence casts over you, before you feel the stair shift from another weight sitting on it.
The gentle nudge of a shoulder against yours causes your eyes to glance and meet with Alastor's.