A Match Made In Hell | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

Partners In Crime

A couple of days after our coffee date, Alastor found me in the small one bedroom apartment he had helped me rent. I was cleaning up the living area when I heard the knock at the door.

"Miss me?" I teased, letting him in. Alastor grinned his psychotic grin at me in greeting. 

"My dear, it seems like we have something to discuss." Despite his smile, he was all business today. Closing the door behind him, I turned to face the demon.

"An associate of mine has inquired my help," Alastor sat down in a chair facing me, "It seems that someone owes him some money. He has exhausted all conventional means, and has turned to me for help. Of course, he has offered compensation."

I crossed my arms, leaning against the door and asked, "And what does this have to do with me?"

Alastor's smile got even wider, "I suggest a partnership." I peered at him through narrowed eyes. 

"What sort of partnership?" I asked, suspicious. 

"It would be suicide to walk into a potentially dangerous situation alone. I propose that we form a partnership for this kind of work. A good cop, bad cop partnership, if you will. Of course, any compensation would be split fifty fifty." Alastor explained with a bored wave of his hand. It was like he was discussing the weather. I considered his proposition. It certainly was interesting, and I didn't have any other job. 

"Alright, I'm in." I agreed, shrugging. 

Alastor grinned wickedly, "Excellent, our job starts tonight."

Six hours later....

Alastor once again knocked on my door, letting himself in this time. I was finishing tying my (H/L) (H/C) hair back away from my face. My ears made it difficult to pull it back smoothly, but I managed it well enough. Staring into the bathroom mirror, I assessed my appearance. Black leggings and a long sleeved shirt made up my outfit. Simple. Easy to move in.

"Ready?" He asked, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets. His eyes roamed over me, taking in my appearance. A faint smile tugged at his lips.

"I'm ready." I sighed, giving my visage one last glance in the mirror. I turned to the demon, who led the way out the door and out onto the street. A car was waiting for us. Sliding inside, Alastor tapped the driver on the shoulder and we take off. 

We rode in silence for ten minutes. It was dark outside, and the lights in windows and on neon signs passed by in a blur of color. Finally, the car slowed and stopped outside a rundown apartment slum. Alastor opened the door and got out. I followed suit. 

Alastor led us up several flights of stairs until we reached a hallway lit by a single dingy light bulb. It smelled like a combination of marijuana, body odor, and unwashed socks. In short, a frat house in the middle of summer. 

My partner in crime knocked on a door with peeling paint and the number twenty two etched into the wood. After a moment with no reply, he knocked again. This time, we heard a scuffling noise inside, then more quiet. 

"It seems we must show ourselves in." Alastor murmured, then busted the door in with one swift kick. The chain lock snapped and the door swung inward on rusty hinges. 

Side by side, ears pricked, we crept inside. It looked like an episode of Hoarders, Hell edition. I resisted the urge to cover my nose with my sleeve. Alastor looked like he was in the same mindset. 

All of a sudden, Alastor held up a hand for us to stop. We listened quietly for a moment, then heard a faint noise from inside the room on our left. Creeping in silently, we found ourselves in a disgusting, needle filled bedroom. A grungy, nasty bed sat in the corner, the only piece of furniture in this god forsaken room. An antique looking doll sat against the pillow, amping up the creepy factor tenfold. 

We listened again for a moment, then heard the noise again. This time, coming from the closet. Alastor smiled his psycho grin and flung open the door. A scrawny, strung out demon with large eyes and grey skin sat cowering in the dark closet. Shielding his face with his hands, he whimpered miserably.

Alastor grinned even wider, "Well hello there, Leon. My associate and I have come to pay you a visit."