𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

Ch. XXXI ✡Hit & Run✡

(WARNING: Gore! Violence!)

LAUGHTER ECHOES THROUGH THE EMPTY street and sidewalk of Pentagram City, the lights on street lamps flickering and flashing like golden specks in a world of black.

You hang onto Angel as he carries/drags you forward, stumbling slightly himself from consuming too many drinks at the club the both of you recently left.

When you saw that it was almost 2:00 in the morning, you definitely knew it was time to go, and also because your feet feel like they're stepping on knives from how long you've danced in your high heel boots.

Which is why, Angel's being a gentleman and helping you walk without putting too much weight on your feet. Even though HE'S the one who needs help most, since every two steps he takes he nearly trips and brings you down with him.

You warned him not to drink much. Of course he didn't listen.

But despite it being late, Angel to the point of being drunk, and you at the point of being ALMOST drunk, nothing matters.

The warm buzz you feel inside your blood is making everything seem not so serious.

The thought of your father, Andrealphus, Alastor, and every other damn thing that bugs you or makes you feel confused or lost, it's all pushed to the back of your mind.

And what's at the front is thoughts of taking Angel's hands to dangerously dance with him on the street without a care in the world.

Your guard is lowered, and all you can think about is having fun and doing stupid things. One in particular, you decide to jump on top an abandoned car with it's windshield missing, and you dance, despite your feet's painful reminder for you to take it easy.

Angel laughs in a sluggish manner, before catching you in his arms when you suddenly decide to play Leap of Fate and trust your partner to catch you.

"Damn, and here I'm supposed to be the drunk one," he remarks lazily, his arms slowly losing strength as he almost drops you I the ground.

Though with your cat-like reflexes, you manage to stop yourself from falling by quickly rolling forward and getting back up on shaky knees.

"Show off," Angel mutters, his hand reaching forward to grab your shoulder as the world around him spins.

You laugh, nuzzling your cheek against his fluff. "You're like a pillow! Could you be my pillow?!"

You...have no idea what it is exactly you're saying, you're just saying whatever weird and out of nowhere thing that comes to mind.

Even if it sounds a little inappropriate.

You wave a fist in the air. "You know what?! I'm a fucking delight!" You sway your hips, your hands running down your sides. "No one deserves this! Not even that beak-face, frozen asshole!"

"Who?" Angel asks.
You wave it off. "No one," you casually respond with a shrug of your shoulder, your arms swinging left and right with every step forward you take.

You don't even know if this is the direction to the Hotel, but you don't particularly care.

At least you're going somewhere. 

Your fingers begin to snap to a beat you made up in your head, your voice humming in response while you move left to right, forward and backwards, spinning once...twice...

It wasn't until you felt something small fly past the side of your left face, the skin on your cheek suddenly burning, and the sound of a gunshot breaking the silence that made you stop and look over your shoulder, only to see a group of twenty demons dressed in all black, holding guns and knives in each one of there hands.