The Witch's Devil (Complete)

Chapter 43,

Alastor's POV~

Trying as I might to move my body, I find hard resistance as Seraphim thinks over their thoughts. Wanting to desperately take away my mate from the creature of heaven. My natural instinct is screaming at me to snarl fangs at them.

They couldn't just be down here for this mess could they? My presence here in the mortal realm, no, I was here for months before. Nothing ever came of that. Along with other demons that work on this plane of existence without getting their attention. Or maybe, oh gods, it has to do with Ember.

Clapping their hands with a curious cat-like tilt of the rings, "Oh that's right I paused the universe for this." Snapping their fingers, "As a sign of good faith, you and yours are allowed to look upon me."

As the force holding us lets go of its hold, I cup a hand over Ember's mouth. Taken by shock and panic, she tries to scream. All I can do is try to calm her.

"Hush kitten, Seraphim here, won't kill us if we stay calm. Okay?" Putting a firmness to my words. "I need you to stay calm and not scream or make any attempt at attacking. Okay, kitten? Nod for me babe, so I know I can let go of your mouth. Apologies about having to do this to you." I do not take my eyes off the angel that stands before us. "It's for your safety."

She takes a second, nodding in understanding."Good." I slowly inch myself off her.

Allowing her to ease into the situation we've found ourselves in. Tilting their head to the opposite side, Seraphim, grew a crooked wide smile. Their eyes unnerving with the jumping, unsteady movements.

"It's, it's a fucking-," she started only to be interrupted.

"Yes. Yes. An angel! Oh gods." Seraphim cackles voice shifting tones from feminine to masculine, masculine to feminine. "Tsk, This gets old after the millionth time." Annoyance radiates off them.

Ember's eyes dart around, mouth drops with a pop. "Okay, you just—"

Then they were right in her face in a flash, I put one arm around her waist and the other stretching out in front of her. Seraphim stops just barely at my palm. Their rings spin and rotate around wildly. Eyes begin to pop out across their body and wings. Becoming a threat in all with the town itself.

"Stop talking." They warn.

"Fuck you." Ember spat.

Heart beat spiked, "Ember." Turning us in a way so I'm now standing between them both. My hands up in surrender. "Can't you handle a few lesser beings making less than desirable choices in a very on-edge, upsetting scenario?"

"Alastor!" Ember shouts at me, well deserved by all means, but I cannot risk Seraphim's rage.

Wrapping my tail around her waist tightly, I let her feel my emotions. My fear, my worry, my love, all for her. "Ember. Please." I plead looking over my shoulder to her. I need her to understand and see why I'm doing this. Thankfully she does.

"Oh-ho, fine Alastor. I'll grant your little," they hum and haw fainting thought, "pet, this one."

Nodding in understanding, "Thank you." Bile burns the back of my throat. Why did it have to be Seraphim?

"On to business then," they cooed gracefully, dancing around. Weaving in and out of the mob of people still frozen. "Do you know why I'm here?"

A long moment passed, or maybe it was only a heartbeat, before Seraphim grumbled out in warning. I got stuck in my head, the truth is the easier answer, "No."

Clicking with a tongue they don't have. "Too bad," stopping in front of the man whose hand was destroyed by Ember. Even without facial features I could feel the impression of admiration.