The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 36, Nervoud Reunion

Alastor's POV~
(Nearly a year ago)

It's been nearly a week, or perhaps, far longer. I was thrown into the dungeon's deepest pit that lust had to offer. I woke up here, panicked and dazed. Thrashing about like some wild beast that's been caught. I was really running, kicking, hitting, trying any and all to break down this cage. It could've been hours, maybe even days, but I didn't stop till I collapsed again from exhaustion.

I did this over and over again, the only semblance to how long it's been was the two meals a day shoveled to me. The screams of the pits were louder, nearly on top of me. It had been about a week since I was put in this cage.

Who knows how long I was unconscious from the trial. Cursing myself for being such an idiot. Hating myself for my slip in judgment. Mentioning Ember at all would've brought unwanted eyes on her. Alas in my desperation, I called out to her. Cursing myself under my breath.

The door squeaks and squeals open, staying open just a couple of inches. No sound, no movement. I narrow my eyes with suspicion. Holding so still as I sat on the laughable thin pile of hay and rags I now call a bed. Nothing eerily familiar except for that damn door.

It's a trap, of that I am sure. If I'm caught, my death is all but guaranteed. Even the miracle of being alive still racks my mind. So I settle in sitting on the floor, back to the cold damp wall, and cross one leg over the other. I just wait.

"It seems my little trouble-maker has finally settled down." It asked for a soothing stern tone.

A tone I am all too familiar with. All these eons, I've grown to know that voice well. A shadowy figure shifts in from the outside. I stay absolutely still.

"Have no more to say, Alastor?" They asked again when I didn't respond.

Moving my eyes over the darkness within, the Queen stood there. Arms crossed looking down at me as if I am a child worth scolding. Tapping her foot against the cold damp stone with a plop after each one.

"Well!" She shouts.

Leaning my head back against the wall. Mulling it all over, "Well what, your highness?" I asked with snark.

She scoffs and pacing around the small room, whispering light curses my way. "What in the," she catches it and clears her throat, "what were you thinking?!" Her scolding in whispers was a new one.

"Thinking to what your highness? I've done quite a lot since my banishment." Tilting my head in her direction.

Throwing her hands up, clenching her jaw. "How about we start with the unapologetic attitude towards mass slaughter!" Shaking her, tone sharp. "Or that bloody show in the hall! With Cozbi! It's one thing to allow yourself to fall, don't bring anyone else especially that little chaos devil.

"And don't get me started on your first banishment for falling into a self destructive spiral of booze and self-hatred." She groans in frustration. Falling silent mulling over something in the mat unreadable mask.

A darkness took hold of me. Prickling with unease and uncertainty; I've always worked and lived in Lilith's castle. I started in the servant quarters as they all took care of me. To the stables after the war millennium ago and those of us loyal to her or Lucifer found refuge here. Why is my life so empty? Stinging pricks in my eyes as I hold back.

"Are you going to speak, Alastor?" The questioning huffed out, "or is this just pointless?"

"Why do you care?" My own question fell out before I could stop it.

"Excuse me!" Hissed with a crinkle on her nose and a wrinkle in the middle of her brow.

"I'm just another orphaned bastard, right?!" My tone is darker, and louder. "Why does the Queen of hell, mother to us all, care even an ounce about someone like me." My tone is harsh, but I don't care.