{An Artist's Passion (Alastorxfem!Reader}

{CHAPTER 28: I will never let anyone or anything hurt you again}

Third POV

Y/n sat in the dark room staring at the floor with dead eyes. 

It's been almost two weeks since she was taken and she's completely given up all hope. 'I guess. I was right. The entire time. I was right. Alastor didn't care for me. He cared for the entertainment I gave him.'

 She sighed in despair "i should've listened to my damn gut" she whispered, hanging her head since the ropes restrained her from hugging herself. Y/n felt tears begin to fall. She wiped them off onto her bare shoulder and looked at the mirror that was in the room. 

Her cheeks were sunken in, she had ginormous dark circles under her red, puffy eyes she had gained from all the sobbing she had done. Her clothes were torn and bloody, the scraps of them that were left at least. 

She sighed and turned her head to the door, awaiting the moth man's entrance so that it could be over and she could go back to her empty captivity. 

She heard footsteps outside the door. She squeezed her eyes shut as her bottom lip began to tremble as the footsteps got closer. The lock in the door clicked and it creaked open.

 There stood the silhouette of Valentino, his red eyes glowing menacingly. As he walked into the room, his smirk widened.

 Once he was in front of y/n he grabbed her face and forced his tongue into her mouth. His tongue explored her mouth, going into every nook and cranny it could find. 

He hummed in delight as y/n sat helplessly letting him. His hands trailed down to her chest. Taking each of her breasts into his hands and massaging them. 

She cried silently as he did so but did not ask for him to stop. After two weeks of this she had given up trying to get him to stop and just let him. Then he unbuckled his pants and slid himself into y/n. 

She sobbed loudly at this causing the moth's smile to grow even wider, knowing he was causing her so much pain. He grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. Her mismatched eyes met his red ones and the tears began to flow faster as he grunted and groaned, reaching his climax.

 Suddenly the door to the room flung open causing the two overlords to look toward it. Y/n's face lit up upon seeing who it was while Valentino's face dropped in terror. 

Alastor stood in the doorway holding his cane with his signature smile gracing his features, but this was the face of an angry man, ready to kill for his love. 

Valentino threw y/n to the ground and charged toward the deer demon. 

The impact of hitting the ground made y/n yelp in pain and curl into the fetal position. Alastor's eyes flickered to his hurt Fawn before focusing back on the moth in front of him.

 He stepped out of the way as the moth charged at him. Valentino fell face-first outside the door. As he started to get up Alastor's tentacles wrapped around him.

 He struggled with them, trying to get them off and failing miserably. They then started to pull at his body as Alastor and y/n watched. Valentino screamed in pain as his body began to slowly tear apart. 

Alastor's staticky laughter filled the room as he watched. Y/n, meanwhile sat in the corner curled up and scared, yet relieved at the same time that her tormenter was finally gone. 

Once Alastor made sure Valentino was dead he approached y/n slowly. Y/n pushed herself against the wall, worried that all of this was somehow a trick.

 Luckily, it wasn't. 

Alastor knelt down and cut the ropes that bound the patchwork woman. She rubbed the rope burn they had caused and looked at The Radio Demon. Studying him, making sure he was real.

 Once she had determined he was, she jumped into his arms, sobbing. Alastor hugged her close to his body giving her the warmth she so desperately needed. 

He stroked her hair and planted small, soft, loving kisses on her shoulder. 

"I'm so sorry My Fawn. I'm sorry it took so long to find you. I'm sorry you even got taken in the first place."

 Y/n felt something wet fall onto her shoulder. She pulled back and looked at Alastor. He was still smiling, but his eyes held so much pain as tears fell from them. 

Looking into each other's watery eyes for a few moments the two overlords admired each other's beauty. Alastor then pulled y/n back into his embrace. Before promising. 

"I will never let anyone or anything hurt you ever again."

A/n: *pained screeching* I can't, this whole thing hurts to write. But I'm powering through. Also. Soft Alastor for your heart and soul.