𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

Ch. XXXVIII ✡Written In Your History✡

To cl0ud_24 who inspired me to write this!!!

(Just to be safe, some content might be 16+ so viewers advised. Don't worry! It's not heavily detailed, just putting the warning here due to Wattpad) Other than that, enjoy!

ALASTOR, THE RADIO DEMON. A man feared and respected by all, famed for his reputation of slaughtering Hell's highest ranked Overlords.

Envied for his power, hunted for his head...

Now the very legend of Hell stands in the midst of the lonely atmosphere in his radio tower, standing in his own domain where no one can reach him.

The highest place in all of Hell. A perfect window for viewing practically all of the Rings, especially the Pride Ring where he along with thousands live.

When he was a boy, it was traditional for him to climb to the peak of the highest green hill--coated with colorful flowers--that New Orleans has to offer, just to overlook the small town he called home, imagining what it would feel like to hold the small corner of the world in his hands for his own enjoyment, his own entertainment.

The mind of a child...so limited.
Now, as he would stand before the scenery of Hell, as a powerful demon, he envisioned ALL of it in his own two hands. Burning to a delightful crisp...

A dream he thought would always be his to achieve, yet as of lately, such a dream seems to be slipping futher and futher away.

Now, he finds himself willing to trade the pleasure of carnage and blood in his teeth, just for the gentle hand belonging to the one demon who unknowingly changed him.

How ridiculous, he thinks to himself, leaning over the edge of his iron crafted railing, a gust of wind blowing through his hair. I've fallen to my lowest...standing here, searching the city for her when I SHOULD be searching for demons to kill...

What has happened to me?

No, he already knows what happened. The question is, WHY did it happen?

Why did your mere presence cause his old blackened heart to pitter patter? Why did your gentle words or harsh, smartass tones cause his cheeks to flush?

Why did your determination to rise above everyone else and fight no matter the situation take his breath away?

And most importantly, WHY DID HE ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN TO HIM?
He could have prevented it, could he not? If he hadn't let you get too close, if you hadn't smiled at him in times when he didn't deserve your kindness, maybe it would be easier to stand here now.

Alone, without you at his side.
How badly he wishes he could change it, but a time machine is something his powers cannot conjure.

So, as a failed man...he stands here, wallowing in his own self pity for allowing himself to lower his shield and give you an opening to his heart.

These feelings...how utterly disgusting. Disgustingly...beautiful.

A low growl of embarrassment escapes Alastor's lips, his body willingly dropping to a slumped sitting position, his back against the cold railing, and his head tilted so that his eyes can see the darkened sky overhead.

A sky with hidden stars.
He used to wonder if he would ever forget the thrill of seeing the stars, of connecting the dots with his fingers, if he goes too long without searching for them.

But the idea of looking at something like stars seems so trivial. They could dry up and fall from the sky, for all he cares.

Now, what truly catches his attention are the emerald color eyes belonging to Y/N Morde.