My husband is a demon! (Alastor x reader)

Chapter 40

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"Then y/n, I will apologize but you'll have to die" Allison drew her weapon. Thomas behind her, doing the same.

Footsteps were heard. Angel, husk, and Alastor turned their heads to the right when they heard a laugh.

"Two against one" the male voice said "that's not very fair"

The man walked into vision. He had gray hair to match a pair of grey wings.

He was very tall. He had stitches along his face and body.

He wore a dirtied lab coat with similarly placed stitches. Underneath was a grey shirt with stitches? It's like different shades of grey stitches together to create a shirt. Finalizing it with green pants and grey shoes. All with stitches in it

This man is very obsessed with stitches. His eyes are a dark green with the common demon pupils.

"I don't care. Thomas you deal with him. I'll take care of y/n" Allison demanded her husband.

I didn't get a chance to talk with the man before they attempted to lunge at us.

The man shot some sort of electrical wave that threw Thomas to the other side of room.

I, however, manifest my death scythe. My design stayed the same, however the roses were now neon green and my blade was black.

My species is so strange. We tend to show our partners color through our weapons. It's not red and black but Alastor can see neon green. My scythe is basically showing that Alastor is my soulmate.

Anywhoooo, I was able to deflect Allison's attack by catching her blade. I threw her weapon to the ground then teleported to the other side of the room.

"I don't understand why death is my only other option" I shouted.

The man came running towards me. He set up some sort of force field, leaving them unable to attack us.

"Hello my sweet little daughter. There is a lot I need to explain but I'll do it later"

"Dad? Huh? B-but you're" I couldn't finish my statement. My father is in hell?! Everything I was told...it was a lie.

What the actual fuck is going on?

While I was thinking, I felt someone slap my face. When I looked up, this man who is apparently my father, had hit me.

"Ow" I hissed at the sting.

"Do you want them to die or not, y/n?" My father looked at me with a grin.

"W-what? No" I shook my head.

"Then we will just tire them out under one condition" he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him "I want that sword"

There was a bit of fear in my eyes. Why would he want one of the last angelic weapons to be made purely out of a death scythes blood?

"Fine" I responded.

"Good then. Now, it looks like they've only been trained for a few months. I don't know why Adam would send newbies over to fight you. My guess is because these people mean something to you and they probably assumed you would fall to your knees for them" he thought for a moment.

I watched my father stare at the two banging on the force field. He was...reading them? Maybe seeing how long it would take to tire them out?

"Let's make them run to each side of this room. The room is approximately about 200 feet. I give it about 20 minutes until they are tired of trying to attack. Maybe it will be easier for you to speak with them" he released the force field.