How to Tame a Demon

7

Alastor's POV

All day I was stuck being carried by Adam as if I am his favorite stuffed animal. He will not let go of me. I swear I would murder him if he didn't own me. He'll just walk around with my arms draped over his arm as he holds me close to him, the rest of my body just dangling. When he's sitting down, I'll be sitting on his leg. His arm would still stay around me tightly. No amount of wiggling and struggling will get me out of this.

We currently sit on the couch. He eats french fry nachos loaded with toppings while watching some drama filled show. There's not even a plot, nothing. How can anyone call this entertainment? This is rubbish.

Then I see two fries with melted cheese, some sour cream, guacamole, and a single sliced olive in front of me. I look up at Adam, who's still staring straight into the flashy television. I hesitantly take them and take a small bite. He continues eating and watching this show. I continue eating the fries quietly.

After Adam finishes his french fry nachos, well I had a few of them from time to time, he decides on playing that annoying guitar that almost killed me. I'm not completely complaining about him playing it. I'm free from his arms and he gave me ear plugs. They don't get rid of all the noise, but it's better on my ears. Loud noises hurt my ears worse than anything.

I sit on the bed, watching Adam play his guitar weapon. I wouldn't say he's good at it, but I wouldn't say he's terrible. It's just not my taste in music. Although I've never seen anyone strum the strings so hard before. It's like he's trying to break the strings.

After that, he snaps his fingers making me wear a large white T-shirt with a gold "A" right in the center. The shirt goes down to the middle of my thighs. He changes into a loose black shirt and sweatpants. Adam even held me when he was falling asleep, keeping me as close as he could. Although this isn't the best position to be in for me, I still fall asleep sort of comfortably.

I hear a loud ringing noise, like a doorbell, taking me out of my sleep. I had a weird dream, so at least something good came out of the disruption. Adam grumbles and shifts slightly. The doorbell goes off again, earning a groan from the first man.

"Go answer the door," he says, releasing me from his arm cage. I sigh and get out of the bed sleepily. I rub my eyes and find my way through the dark room to the living room, turning on the light. I keep one eye shut at the bright light and open the front door.

"What do y-" A hand grabs me and pulls me forward, another one covering my mouth with a rag. My eyelids start to feel heavy and the living room light, the only light in sight, goes dark.

Adam's POV

~Morning~

I wake up and notice that Alastor isn't in bed. I get up and look around my room and bathroom connected to it. Where the fuck is he? I stretch my wings really quick before continuing. God that feels better. I walk out and see the living room light on. Odd. I turn it off.

"Alastor?" I call out. I search the rest of my house, calling out for Alastor every few seconds. He doesn't answer. The fuck did that deer run off to? Is he playing some joke on me? Not funny, deer.

I quickly get dressed and start looking around Heaven. Heaven is a big area, how am I going to find this bitch?

I fly to the beach. I find Lilith and wrap my yellow chain around her and pull her close.

"What the fuck?!" She yells.

"Where the fuck is he?!" I yell. My hand grips onto the chain tighter.

"Where is who? Am I supposed to know who you're talking about all the time, jackass," she snarls.

"Alastor! Who else would I be talking about?!" She shrugs. "Where is he?!"

"I don't know. Ever since you stole the bastard from me, I haven't seen him. I stay by the beach, the only place I'm ever at."

"Somebody took him and I want to know where he is. You seriously have no idea." She shakes her head. I let go of the chain, letting it disappear. I don't use the fucking chain much, only when I'm pissed as fuck.

"No idea, Adam. But it seems like this little demon's disappearance is ruffling your feathers. He seems special to you," she says, smirking. Her hands are on her hips and she's giving me a knowing look. Fuck her.

"Alastor's disappearance is NOT ruffling my feathers or some shit like that. I simply just want what's rightfully mine and no one gets to touch that. Asshole." I give her the middle finger. Her smirk widens. Jesus fucking Christ this woman. Stop smiling at everything I say. Fuck!

"Oh? He's yours? AND you don't want anyone touching him? Quite possessive of you Adam."

"You're twisting my words! Bitch!"

"Come on, Adam. You clearly like the guy. Stop denying it. If you didn't care, you wouldn't be searching for him. Now let's go find your deer before whoever took him, kills him. And I know you wouldn't stop talking about it if you didn't find him or found him dead. I'm not dealing with that shit." I roll my eyes and flip her off again. She chuckles and walks off. I groan and catch up to her. I'm going to hate every fucking second of this.

I know it.