Priceless (Alastor X Reader)

Plotting (TEASER)

"Alastor~" Rosie cooed from outside his door. Her knuckles gently knocking against the wood. "You've got company."

You let out a gentle laugh, turning the knob on the large wooden door to Alastors suite.

The stag currently sat up in his bed. A novel in his hand but his focus stuck on the window on the far side of the room. Seemingly in a daze as he blinked once or twice at the sound of the door opening. His ears perked up slightly. And a small, but pleasant and genuine smile graced his features.

"Hello, Rosie." He said. "It's good to see you."

Three sunrises and four sunsets later, Alastor continued to improve. Much to yours (and several others) relief. His wounds were healing nicely.

Well, as nicely as they could.

His burns no longer looked like open skin that had scabbed and blistered over. And what once was red with freshness and irritation was now a dull, almost grayish-purple as thicker tissue made way to form scarring. Still some soreness in his abdomen when he moved too quickly but nothing that he couldn't brush off. He was still on an IV for hydration but he was back to eating solid meals which he was delighted about.

He hadn't shown much anger like he had several days prior. Surely he still felt it, you had not a doubt in your mind that he was still mad as all Hell. But his rage had quieted, and simmered down to an eerie calmness. Thinking of how he wanted to rid the pride ring of the V's; and more importantly take out that grimy, flat-faced son of a bitch that put him in this situation. He thought of a future without them. A place where you and he were running the show. Someplace you could live without fear of loving Al, without fretting over someone controlling you -or trying to harm him.

Alastor was as kind as ever with you, that hadn't changed for a second. But he spoke a little less these days. And at a lot of times, seemed very far removed from the present. Like he was daydreaming; a kite flying high and you'd have to coax him back down. Almost as withdrawn as he seemed the day you both went to see his mom before she passed.

You had made sure to check in with him regularly, and whenever you were with him you were always sure to take care of him and offer whatever it is he may have needed. In the meantime, he encouraged you to do other things as well like going out and socializing. Saying, 'it's well deserved freedom after having to report your whereabouts to some tyrant for so long'.

So when you weren't with Angel Dust, you've been spending a lot of time with Rosie in the cannibal colony. And together, you started to formulate a plan to help Alastor get back at his enemies.

"May I come in?" Rosie asked. Clasping her hands together and batting her lashes playfully to mock an innocent plea before waltzing right on inside before he could answer. She then added, "Hope you don't mind, we brought a friend."

Following you and the demoness was a tall, very stocky fellow. A noticeable scar on his right eyebrow; and a stoic, almost emotionless looking default expression. He looked very familiar to Alastor, who didn't recognize him right away as he wasn't wearing a suit and tie like the deer demon was used to seeing- but instead a black button down and slacks with a grey apron.

But after a second, the metaphorical lightbulb clicked on above Alastors head. Realizing that this was a ghost from his past; one you knew of as well.

"Wait-..." Al blinked a couple times and straightened up where he sat. "Henry??"

The demon beside you gave a subtle, downward nod. "Hi, boss."

"I ran into him earlier while Rosie and I were out." You said. "He owns a bakery, now."