𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

Ch. XXXIV ✡Her Secrets✡

THE EYES OF ALMOST EVERYONE in the hotel lounge widened the moment those words left Alastor's bold lips.

The sentence is indeed justified, you can probably bet everyone here had at least a similar thought when seeing the sudden winter themed peacock demon arrive at the hotel.

Still, Alastor just HAD to speak it out loud and make the awkward atmosphere now full with tension and eggshells to walk on.

You love him, but goddamn sometimes Alastor's timing drives you insane.
You know it was on purpose, and that's the main reason why you hate his timing.

Everything Alastor does is always intentional, and never by accident.

Charlie's jaw dropped slightly, her eyes flickering between the soured expression on Andrealphus's face, and the cocky prideful smirk on Alastor's lips.

You can see the nervousness in Charlie's bright eyes, you yourself have that same feeling, but it's ten times worse since you stand IN BETWEEN the two men glaring at each other over your shoulders.

Vaggie looks somewhat concerned, but whenever she's concerned, a protective energy field comes over her, causing her to stand a bit closer to Charlie than normal.

Husker shows little to none reaction, merely taking gulp after gulp out of his whiskey bottle and side-eying Andrealphus suspiciously, whereas Angel Dust takes it upon himself to look at Andrealphus up and down in a very...noticeable way.

Of course. What else is to be expected?

Niffty simply stares up at Andrealphus curiously, glancing at his feathers as if there is an invitation for her to pluck them greedily, to add to her collection.

Which...does sound like Niffty.

But whereas Niffty is simply staring, her delicate fingers twitching like a leashed hungry dog in front of it's first meal,
Alastor is purposely crossing the line for shits and giggles.

Alastor wears a bold, cocky expression, not backing down for a second from what he's started, but merely running headfirst into whatever confrontation that will happen.

The confident, bold part of Alastor...
Such a turn on as much as it is a turn off under different circumstances.

You could hear a sudden crack sound the moment Andrealphus's hand drew back and balled into a fist hidden behind his leg.

The crack sounded like ice chipping...it made you shiver slightly.

Noticing Andrealphus's clenched demeanor, you instantly took it as your cue to approach Alastor the moment you noticed the stone cold, bitter expression on Andrealphus's face.

"Alastor," you stand beside him, close enough to whisper, but close enough to annoy the shit out of Andrealphus. Accidentally, of course.

"This is...Andrealphus. PRINCE Andrealphus of the Ars Goetia line," you make sure to enunciate the word prince enough so that it doesn't go in one ear and out the other for Alastor.

Knowing Alastor, he'll most likely start shit just for the heck of it, just to--quite literally--ruffle Andrealphus's feathers and cause a reaction.

And this...is the LAST thing you need.

Because if Alastor steps in and somehow makes things ten times worse for you, it'll reach Zestial's ears.

And quite possibly, Andrealphus might expose the truth you continue to bury under the rubble of lies you've spun.

You swallow harshly, instinct raising your elbow to nudge into Alastor's side as a warning, while you give him a stern stare when no one else is looking.