Alastor the Angel of wrath au

Alastor tell Emily about what happened

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Alastor found Emily in the gardens, her eyes closed as she basked in the warm sunlight. He approached her quietly, not wanting to startle her.

"Emily," he said softly, his deep voice gentle.

Emily's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled as she saw Alastor. "Hey, what's up?"

Alastor sat down beside her, his expression serious. "I just met with Lucifer Morningstar."

Emily's eyebrows shot up. "The ruler of Hell? What did he want?"

Alastor's gaze turned introspective. "He needs my help to protect his daughter, Charlie. Adam and Lute are after her, and Lucifer wants to keep her safe."

Emily's expression softened. "That's understandable. He's a good father, isn't he?"

Alastor nodded. "Yes, he is. And I believe him. He's not the monster everyone makes him out to be."

Emily's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "So, what are you going to do?"

Alastor's jaw set in determination. "I'm going to help him, Emily. I'm going to help keep Charlie safe, no matter what it takes."

Emily's smile was warm with approval. "I know you will, Alastor. You have a good heart, even if you don't want to admit it."

Alastor's expression turned wry, but a hint of a smile played on his lips. "Don't tell anyone, but I think I'm starting to like this whole 'being a good guy' thing."

Emily's expression turned serious, her eyes shining with concern. "Alastor, be careful, okay? I know you're doing this to help Lucifer and Charlie, but I need you too. You're my best friend, and I can't lose you."

Alastor's gaze softened, his expression gentle. "Emily, I promise I'll be careful. I'm not going to let anything happen to me. I have too much to live for, too many people who care about me."

Emily's voice trembled slightly. "I care about you, Alastor. You're the only one who truly understands me. If anything happens to you..."

Alastor reached out, his hand enveloping Emily's in a warm, reassuring grip. "Nothing will happen to me, Emily. I promise. I'll come back to you, safe and sound."

Emily's eyes searched his face, her gaze lingering on the fierce determination etched on his features. She nodded, a small smile on her lips. "I trust you, Alastor. Just come back to me."

Alastor's smile was warm, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Always, Emily. I'll always come back to you."