𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

Ch. XXXVI ✡Web Of Lies✡

YOUR FATHER VOWED THAT he would always protect you, be there for you in times of need and despair.
He vowed to be your guardian, your teacher, your friend.

Well, two out of three of those things remain.
He will always in a way guard you with his life, teach you the ways of Hell that no one else could.

But a friend?
When trust is gone, what else is there to keep the friendship lasting?

You push yourself to take the final step up the stone staircase, your calloused and stained hands forcefully pushing the large doors open.

You're greeted the same as usual--a cold, brisk wind brushing over you, though you refrain from shivering.
You're boiling with anger, which is its own personal heater.

The double doors slam shut behind you due to it's heavy weight, and almost as if you rang a bell, a few servants appeared.

"My Lady, where have you been?" The maid, Helena, rushes her way over to you, her tender hands reaching out to grasp your wrists like a mother whose been worried over there child.

Though the gesture is sweet, a sign that someone does care for you in such a place you believed you would always feel alone, you have no time to explain your whereabouts.

You pull your hands away, "where is he? Zestial?" You ask, purposely refusing to say the word father.
After such an act of betrayal, Zestial doesn't deserve to be called a father anymore.

Worriedly, Helena glances at the other servants who make it known that they aren't involving themselves in this soon-to-be-mess between a firm father and anrebellious daughter.

So she knows, Helena thinks to herself, her eyes showing the slightest sign of pity. The poor dear...

Helena foolishly believed that such news wouldn't reach your ears so quickly, that perhaps it would take another week, or maybe two.

But...when a match is thrown in a trail of gasoline, it instantly catches aflame and spreads, leaving nothing behind.

So, it shouldn't be as shocking as it is that you learned the truth within days.

Maybe it isn't the news that's so shocking, but the look in your emerald colored eyes that causes Helena's breath to hitch in worry, and her heart pound out of fear.

For the same kind, loving, gentle stare you once possessed...is now replaced with a cold, mean, dark glare.

As it should be, Helena thinks. Zestial betrayed her, after all...
But despite it all, it still seems to hurt, especially since Helena has been here since the very day you were born, has stood by and watched the bond between father and daughter grow...

Only to now stand by yet again, and watch the pair of scissors sever it completely.

"Master Zestial is in the lounge having his afternoon tea. I'll take you to see him--"

"I'll take myself, I want to be alone for this," you sidestep the imp maid that reaches your thighs in height, speed- walking the entire time down the hallway towards the open doorway that steps into the large lounge.

This time, hesitation has no control over you.
You enter the dimly lit lounge without giving out a greeting, staring directly at the back of the large black lounge chair where a slender man sits, sipping his tea.

"You," you speak darkly, not even hiding the growl or disgust in your tone as you walk to the front of the chair to look him dead in the eye.

Any other moment, the old you would feel hesitant and fearful of approaching Zestial in such a firm, aggressive manner.
But the old you had no reason to do such a thing.