Smoke and Mirrors (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter Twelve

"So as I was saying earlier before getting side tract," you said to your parents -mostly your mother, "this asshat here: wouldn't stop talking throughout the picture show."

Evangeline and Wesley followed you and Alastor into the garage. Everyone's stomach comfortably full with delicious food; but you and Al, rather, had an insatiable appetite for violence. And your folks were just happy to be involved.

The rest of dinner had gone on without a hitch.

Wesley had refrained from making any unnecessary commentary (he truly did his best to be polite), but Alastor... Well, he thought it was kind of funny.

Yes, absolutely he wanted to make a good impression with your parents. He thought your mother was a delight, and found her a pleasure to converse with. But he could notice the tight lipped smile and empty eyes when your father would chime in. And, in a way, he thought this one-sided beef was rather amusing. So he didn't hesitate to show his sweetness towards you. Of course keeping it appropriate in front of the folks but he made sure to make you smile justttt often enough to make the incubus's eye twitch as he bit back some murmurs.

You noticed this, and figured you shouldn't have been too surprised by the situation. Alastor was a prideful man by nature and you were sure that whatever your father told him earlier had only sent Al's desire to please and serve you into borderline overdrive as a way to stick it to him for being so doubtful.

It was hard to complain, seeing as the sentiments were still genuine. But you didn't shy away from throwing him a few looks as if to lightheartedly say 'cool it! I know what you're doing!'

He'd just give you an impish smile in return, one that mocked a sense of innocence. Then carried on like it hadn't occurred.

"Ugh." Alastor groaned at the thought of your reference to the victim. "So annoying. I think even the other folks in the audience were thinking about hurting him."

"Well we beat them to the punch." You sighed. "Figured at least we could salvage what was left of the evening. So we had a little fun."

Before them was a man bound to the wall. Arms tied behind his back and his legs rendered useless; as you and Alastor had cut the tendons in his heels and knees so he couldn't even crawl. The piece de resistance was the chain around his neck that was bolted to the wall- keeping him there like a dog on a leash.

He squirmed and let out a yelp at the sight of not just one demon, but now three accompanying Alastor; who at this rate didn't really come off as less of a threat, either. But he seemed to be rather exhausted, probably from shock and from being tortured on and off for twenty four hours. Ah well, he was sure to get another boost of adrenaline shortly and thus start screaming and flailing again.

"Care for help me string him up?" Alastor asked kindly, as he turned to you.

"Easy way, or the more labor intensive way?" You giggled. He chuckled. Before he could answer, you gave a light wave of your hand and no more was your captive sat on the floor, but suspended upright.

The rope tightly wrapped around the mans wrists now suspended by a butcher hook that was hung from the rafters above. Bringing forth a new level of discomfort as his body weight pulled tension on his hands and arms, while his legs couldn't help him to stand as they were now useless. The man groaned, air audibly getting caught in his throat as he choked out the sound.

"That has to be so convenient." Al said. Silently marveling over the ease of your use of powers.

You and your father smirked. In unison, without meaning to, you said, "It is."

Walking over to the opposite facing wall he took two hatchets off a wall-mount. Keeping one to himself, he handed you the other which was slightly smaller.