Vox's Pawn's Pov
I reported to Vox, feeding him carefully crafted lies. Husker's intel on Alastor's powers grew more valuable by the day.
"Alastor's progress is impressive," I said, maintaining my facade.
Vox's eyes narrowed, his rivalry with Alastor simmering. "We can't let him surpass me."
I nodded, hiding my unease. The web of deceit tightened.
Husker's Pov
I watched Vox's Pawn navigate the treacherous landscape. Their loyalty to Alastor remained unwavering, but the risks grew.
Alastor, in his human form, remained with (Y/n) at her house, his demon form hidden from prying eyes.
Only (Y/n) had witnessed his true nature, and Alastor intended to keep it that way.
As night fell, Alastor's tension grew. He sensed the darkness gathering, Vox's minions closing in.
(Y/n) approached him, concern etched on her face.
"Alastor, what's wrong?" She asked.
He hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.
"You're in danger, (Y/n). Stay close." He replies
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world outside melted away.
Alastor's Pov
(Y/n)'s proximity ignited a fire within me. My human form struggled to contain the demon's passion.
I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on our survival. But (Y/n)'s touch sparked a craving I couldn't ignore.
"Alastor?" (Y/n) whispered, her voice husky.
I turned, my eyes burning with intensity.
"Yes, (Y/n)?" I ask, leaning in to kiss her.
Our lips almost touched, the air thick with anticipation.
And then, a knock at the door shattered the moment.
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Déjà Vu
Fanfiction27 year old (y/n) starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his c...
