Déjà Vu

CH 36: Whispers In The Dark

(Y/n's) Pov

I snuggled deeper into the warmth of my bed, Alastor's embrace enveloping me like a shield. His gentle fingers traced patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Alastor's soft sigh caressed my ear.

"I wish I could, darling. But duty calls. The hotel needs me." He sighs.

I tightened my hold, reluctant to let go. "Just a little longer?"

His lips brushed against my forehead. "Soon, my darling. I promise."

As we lingered, lost in each other's warmth, a shadowy figure watched from the darkness beyond my window. Vox's Pawn, shrouded in silence, observed the tender moment with calculating interest.

Unaware of the hidden observer, Alastor reluctantly extricated himself from my grasp. "I must go, my love. The hotel's shadows won't manage themselves."

I clung to his arm, desperation creeping in.

"Don't leave me." I begged, tightening my grip.

Alastor's expression softened, his eyes burning with affection. "I'll return, Y/N. Always."

With a gentle kiss, he stood, his gaze locked on mine. He snapped his fingers, and he was back in his red suit.

A shimmering portal materialized beside him, its edges churning with fiery tendrils. The air around us rippled, heavy with the scent of brimstone and smoke.

"Hell calls," Alastor said, his voice low and mysterious. "I must answer."

I rose, my heart racing, as he stepped toward the portal.

"Wait!" I yell.

Alastor turned, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

"Until next time, my dear."

With a final glance, he vanished into the swirling portal, leaving me alone with the echoes of our whispers.

Vox's Pawn melted into the darkness, a sinister smile spreading across their face. The pawn's eyes gleamed with knowledge, aware of the secret bond between Alastor and me.

As I stood there, surrounded by the emptiness of my room, I sensed an ominous presence lurking just beyond the edge of perception. Little did I know, our intimate moment had become a pawn in a larger game.

The portal's remnants dissipated, leaving behind an unsettling feeling: Alastor's departure had set something in motion, and I was now entwined in the intricate web of Hell's secrets.