My husband is a demon! (Alastor x reader)

Chapter 7

"What do you mean?" Alastor responded, turning to me

"Is this how your mother made up her bedroom? What about Rosie? Even your ex girlfriends?" I looked back at him. Was this a human woman thing?

Alastor took a deep breath "I guess it does come off a bit childish" he thought for a moment "I apologize sincerely. I wasn't trying to offend you. Honestly, my mother never had a bedroom. I never had been to Rosie's house, and embarrassingly enough, never had a girlfriend" he chuckled

"Your mother had no bedroom?" I looked at him curiously

"As yes. Back in my hay day, we lived a lot more on the poor side" he took a seat on the bed, preparing to tell me his life story "we lived on low income side of New Orleans. Specifically in gentilly area. My mother gave up her bedroom when I was a kid and gave it to me"

I sat next to him

"However! When my cousins would come to stay, my mother would decorate my room like this to appeal to my young family members so I assumed this is how all women liked their room."

"Well to answer your question, no. Older women tend to swing past cartoonish characters for bedding" I giggled. "You've never been over a woman's house?"

Alastor thought for a moment. He really hadn't. On occasion when he'd have fun with a woman, it was usually in a hotel. On girls nights, he'd be a bar with women and walk them home but never entered the home. Even in hell, it was the same thing. He'd never been in Rosie's home. She always said her husband was sleeping and didn't want to be bothered. They both later learned that Rosie's husband wasn't sleeping, he was in pieces in her fridge. Makes a lot of sense.

"I suppose I haven't" Alastor stood from the bed "well explain to me how to fix it up properly"

I stood from the bed and cracked my knuckles. I motioned for him to get up, which he did.

Snapping my fingers, I decided the room in reds and blacks. A nice queen bed with red sheets. The sheets had black accents on it. Continuing on, adding a set of black night stands with lamps. A dresser with a bookcase on top with a nice little red love seat with black pillows to the side. Finalized it with red wallpaper with black swirls at the top and a black wooden floor.  It's was a lot using the same colors over and over but I did it to match his typical color scheme

"See. This is a good guest room. It's neutral to gender and it's comfortable" I smiled at him "it ain't half bad"

He nodded "I will say, it could use a little color though"

In that moment, I reminded myself why I can't stand demons. Shaking my damn head.

I laid on the bed, taking in a deep breath. It was just like my bed at home. Alastor sat at the end

"Wow! I haven't felt a bed this comfortable before" he kicked his feet

"Yeah well your sadistic mind should know it's made from Angel feathers"

"That's even more lovely!" He plopped fully onto the bed, snuggling into it.

"Yeah. It's not as harsh as your brain is probably thinking. A lot of angels shed the feathers on their wings. We end up donating those feathers and they get used in furniture, helping those who wings don't have full coverage yet, etc."

Alastor propped himself up on his elbows "you know..." he trailed off

"What"

"Well it's just, you learned about my old life, when do I get to hear yours"

"Mine isn't too dramatic" I looked at him while still laying down "I was born into the family that's known for being gods personal death scythes. We used to be high on the chain of command until god seem to no Lo—" I was cut off by the demon

"No no dear, not about your family. I couldn't care less about that. I'm talking about you"

I thought for a moment. No one really asked about me. They always ask about my family. Heaven doesn't usually point out one individual so everyone can feel equal to everyone.

"I don't really know where to start" I was honest.

"Hmmm. Who are your parents"

"I actually don't really know" I sat up. "My parents worked on earth. I was basically given birth to, aged up within a few days, and sent to an all girls school. They would send me postcards that humans had in earth but that's basically it."

"So you were alone a lot?"

"You could say that. I like to think that I was surrounded by my classmates and teachers. There is also Thomas and Allison. The two were humans who passed away. I went to their bakery one day and bam I was basically adopted by the two"

He nodded, he was listening? That's crazy.

"But yeah. Nothing too crazy about my life. When I was 16, they gave me a job to make sure hell has no intentions in rising up"

"Has anything ever happened in your time?"

"Oh definitely not" I giggled "you guys are all too busy fighting each other"

"Fair point. That's enough talk" Alastor pulled himself out of bed then headed for the door "have a lovely night my dear"

"Goodnight Alastor"