The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 42,

Alastor's POV~

Ember and I stood in silence. Once again in our peaceful home, I was home, with my flame. Mine. My arms wrapped around her far too thin figure. Gosh she must've really stopped taking care of herself. Perhaps pushed herself to this point. In a denial of events, maybe. I should've known better. I should've fought, pushed back, to stay here with her. To take care of her delicate heart that's so furry it burns. A heart with vines of thorns for a defense. She had come and left hell with me though.

Rummaging through my thoughts, we stood there bodies perfectly fitted together. Briefly my attention is pulled to a small commotion outside. Turning away from the very noise, ignoring a tinge in my gut. We are starting anew, Ember & I, it must just be the trio incoming. Probably heard the news already through unnecessary dramatic bullshit, by a not-so-legal hellish means from a current fishface. Groaning out from the exhaustion of their antics in the future.

It'll be okay, everything will be just fine, right? Right. I have my mate. She chose me. I can deal with everything she throws at me. Cat cafe, yup. Big cat sanctuary or what have you, I'll figure it out. Those stooges, well they are our family too in our own misfit way.

Before long, I fell into a dreamlike state. Hypnotic in a sense, as the wild strawberries and fresh cut lemon scent mixed with magic and spices. Her soft skin, and the way her body fit mine. The time in the damn dungeon, forced into the arena. It was worth it in the end.

*I will protect her and hers. I will never let her go. And anyone who dares attempt to harm my witch, my kitten. Well, I will just have more rotten blood on my hands.*

Then my thoughts are interrupted by a pounding gust. Pulling Ember into me as her shield. Unable to fully open my eyes. My teeth clenched hard as I lifted my free hand up. Trying anything to help me see. This wind felt unnatural. Strong sweet mint filled my senses. An Aerial.

A memory pops up to the first night Ember came to hell. An aerial with hawk features. Somehow came to Ember with a sense of urgency. As if they too felt the little witches panic, her rage, oh gods. The Aerial who left alongside Cozbi in Ember's form. I shuddered with unease. This has to be that little bird doing this. Soon enough I felt Ember's magic filled the room.

Ivy vines, full and lush, her magic is much more in depth than the last I tasted it. My eyes practically go bug-eyed, a wide toothy smile grew across my face. As my words spill from my lips.

"Well, well, it's a little feather head." I goad, "I forgot to ask; how did you get into a hell-circle so far from home." Feeling Ember tense in my hold. Cocking my head with a menacing sigh, "Ilmatar was it?"

Ember stirred with a hiss, "Shit. Shit, Ilmatar!! Ilmatar it's just me! Ilmatar!" Shouting barely breaking the whooshing of the whipping winds.

With a spark, a flash of lightning struck inside the house. A feral sounding chirping shriek all around. So loud it became harder to hear myself. Clenching my molars to the point of them threatening to crack.

There the little bird-shit, mini monster flapped their wings to hover in place. Floating there looking down their pin prick of a nose-beak. All without a care for the damage done to the home itself by the wind gusts. Fanged teeth snarled silently with threatening malice. Those eyes narrowed to splits before speaking.

"You will tell me everything, now little robin."

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After about an hour or so, Ember gave the aerial a very detailed flashback. Thankfully keeping our naughtier bits out, and that Ilmatar didn't damned it. They had admitted to going on the attack since I was with my witch. Ilmatar wasn't apologetic about it either.