My husband is a demon! (Alastor x reader)

Chapter 48

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                     3rd person POV

Alastor watched y/n and the others leave. He couldn't stand the idea of his wife walking out on the streets looking like Sheba. He snapped his fingers to place on a coat on her as well as make her outfit a little longer.

He had to admit, he was fully aware that his wife was very well endowed so he always had to get her clothing tailored.

He still remembered the incident with her and wearing button ups. Just one of the reasons why he can't blink at the same time on occasion.

Alastor clapped his gloved hands together with a sadistic grin

"Alright then" he said to him before shadowing off to his errand.

His errand? Meeting up with y/ns father for tea.

He has to make a good impression after all.

Apparently y/ns father had a little office in pride. At the time Alastor didn't know why a science teacher would need a private office in a ring he doesn't live in.

Turns out, it was some sort of torture dungeon. Very impressive.

Alastor looked around the place was dark, made of stone, and definitely not taken care of. He did enjoy the sight of dried blood everywhere as well as various bones or rotting body parts.

"What a charming dwelling" Alastor grinned to the gray haired man

"You'll think I'm some sort of millionaire if you see my actual house" Alan opened the door for the radio demon.

Alan's office space was completely different than everything else in the room. His office had hardwood floors that looked like you could eat off of them. The walls were covered in dry erase boards, crazy person maps (you know what kind I'm talking about), so no one could determine how the walls looked.

All that was in the room was two brown chairs, a little coffee table on one side. The other was obviously a work desk.

Alan wasn't a fan of electronic devices so his desk was covered in different notebooks. The storage underneath the desk had 100s of labeled notebooks.

Again to the bookshelf on the left of the desk, notebooks.

Mans really liked to destroy trees.

"Thank you for coming to visit" Alan had Alastor take a seat in one the chairs

"Of course my good man. After all, y/n is my wife and your daughter. I felt it's only necessary I get to know you"

Y/ns father nodded. Alan snapped his fingers, two teacups and a kettle appeared.

"Hello yourself to anything here"

"Thank you sir" Alastor poured himself a cup of tea.

"Please, you don't have to call me sir"

"Oh it's just my way to show respect to you"

"Hmmm" her father laughed "there is a few things I wanted to discuss with you"

Alastor sipped his tea. Preparing for the gossip.

"Alastor, do you know what a seer is in the Angel community?"

He shook his head.

"Scythes usually are divided by different group. You have seers, healers, blessers, protectors, exorcists, and those who gain the knowledge of the universe. My wife is a healer." Y/ns father poured himself a cup of tea "I am a seer"

"Ah interesting." Alastor had no idea what that meant

"As a seer, I can read everyone's soul back to front. Both the living and dead. I also have the capability to predict about 500 different future outcomes"

Alastor found this interesting. He wondered if that's what y/n had. However she did heal him before. Sometimes even being around her, provides more clear thoughts in his head instead of the constant orchestra of screams. At the same time, no one else experiences what he does around his wife.

"Which brings me to this, Alastor" her father stared blankly at the radio demon "I do not want my daughter in pride the day of the extermination."

Alastors radio static went silent. He tilted his head

"Y/n is able to travel through the rings of hell. The day of the extermination about 480 outcomes involve Adam starting at the hotel. Being that I haven't seen my daughter in decades, I don't want her involved in that battle"

"She won't leave without me" Alastors radio voice was gone.

"She won't have a choice. I'll state that king Satan demands her presence the day before the extermination and she will be with us until the day after."

Alastor thought for a moment. He didn't really want to leave y/n for three days. He also didn't understand why she would have to leave

"You're probably wondering why I think it's best that she stays out of it"

He's a witch. Push him in the pool.

"When we first met, I understood you both are at a hotel ran by Lucifer's daughter, Charlie. She wants the exterminations to end by redeeming demons into heaven, correct"

Alastor nodded.

"Out of the many possibilities I've seen, this plan could work if y/n remains out of it. There is a certain event that won't happen if y/n is involved"

Alastor wouldn't know this until the extermination but one of the members of the group needed to die. Specifically one of them that was never truly evil to begin with, just stupid. Y/n would kill Adam as soon as possible, leaving for that event to not happen which will lead to the downfall of the hotel.

Out of 500 possibilities Alan saw, 499 were only failures. That one though, that's the one that needed to happen.

"Are you positive that y/n will affect the success rate of Charlie's little idea if she stays"

"I would say yes however there is an infinite amount of possibilities in this world. I can just see the main ones" Alan shrugged "my daughter prevented your death, you know"

"How so"

"That night when you had that battle with that tv freak, he might've been left in worse condition than you but you were hurt pretty bad. If my daughter hadn't been there to protect you, you would've died that night. Rosie doesn't fight and your abilities were weakening by your current physical state. There was no way you would've survived without someone there to help you"

Alastor never really thought much about that night other than looking at her shiny weapon. In a way, Alan was right. He was weak at that point and he was aware Rosie wasn't the type to get dirty. People respected her because of her words and how she held herself. Plus she ate her husband, which is kinda creepy in itself.

"What's strange to me is I can still see her sutures from where she healed your wounds." Alan laughed "we didn't need to have an extremely crazy serious discussion. Let's talk about something more fun" he smirked "have you ever been curious what would happen if you were to switch someone's hands with feet and their feet with hands?"