PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER 🥀

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A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

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Henceforth, you are the other Y/N.

KLEIST'S POV

The door closed with an echoed bang as the meeting finally came to an end.

The sound lingered, vibrating through the marble beneath my heels and crawling up my spine.

For a moment, no one spoke between the four of us. The air still felt thick with tension, like a pressure on the lungs that didn’t fade just because we were no longer in the room.

No. The tense sensation of unknown rivalry was still there, but with Mistress' warning earlier, it seems nobody dared to verbally oppose each other.

Neither could i.

My heels clicked sharply against the marble floors as I moved, the rhythm brisk and measured. I was counting every step, every echo, devoted on being almost perfect.

“Kleist…”

The voice drifted behind me, soft and almost ethereal, and I stopped mid-stride before I could help myself.

“In a hurry to transform more servants?”

I swiveled on my heel to face her.

Xelene floated toward me, unhurried and still... as luminous as ever, her hair was glowing faintly as it flowed around her like liquid light.

There was no accusation in her tone, just pure curiosity and that somehow made it worse for me.

I instinctively frowned at her comment, my fingers curling against my palm.

“You know I can’t do so,” I stated flatly, irritation tightening my jaw. “Anymore than that would be detrimental to my power.”

I hated how that sounded defensive more than it should, but they should've already noticed on how i stopped adding more arachnid servants after creating the 310th one. And how coincidental that if you flip the number it would 013?

I almost wanted to think that this was also the Mistress' plan but it seems to be a coincidence.

“Well…” Achlyse interjected, his voice cutting in with that familiar, infuriating cheer, “Maybe you found something that could be useful in that aspect, that "we" could also use… and—”

“No.” The word came out sharper than intended.

I stopped him before he could continue, lifting my chin slightly as I fixed him with a look. “There’s none.”

I held his gaze until his grin almost faltered.

I was about to continue, ready to end the conversation entirely, when a calm, robotic voice beat me to it.

Oh... Vexanna.

“Based on my statistics, Achlyse…” Vexanna stepped forward, straightening her immaculate purple suit with an almost mechanical precision. “You’re the most powerful among us in terms of brute force.”