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

The Interrogation

Alastor drug the pitiful excuse for a demon from his hiding place. He let out a strangled cry as Alastor held him up by his collar, but quickly fell quiet when he saw his captor's psychotic smile. 

"That's better." Alastor said, still holding onto him, "Now, how about we talk about that money? What do you say, Leon?" 

Leon blanched at the mention of money, but he managed to stammer, "J-just a b-b-bit more t-time. Th-that's all I need." His squeaky, pleading tone grated on my nerves. My ears laid back involuntarily in irritation. 

"Now, now," Alastor soothed, glancing first at me then back at Leon, "You're making my partner upset with your excuses." Leon stared at me with wide eyes, apparently this was the first time he had noticed me. I cocked my head to the side and crossed my arms, hoping I looked intimidating. 

Then without a word, Alastor drug Leon into the hall, through the tiny living area, and into the kitchen. I followed silently, trying to pick up on my partner's train of thought. It would have been nice to know what he was going to do. 

Shoving Leon into a chair that looked like it was liable to collapse at any moment, Alastor leaned over him and hissed, "One last time. Where. Is. The. Money." His tone made even me shiver. Leon sputtered nonsense noises. This was getting us nowhere.

Sighing dramatically, I walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet. The boys watched me curiously, and with slow deliberate movements, I made sure the water was scalding hot, then flipped the garbage disposal on and off quickly. Leon blanched and Alastor's smile widened.

"I believe he asked you a question." I drawled, thoroughly irritated by the pitiful demon. I made a show of yawning and checking my nails. When Leon didn't answer, Alastor grabbed him again and drug him over to the sink. When he realized what was about to happen, he started to scream and pull away. However, Alastor held on. 

My partner held Leon by the collar with one hand, and with the other, held the scrawny, screaming demon's hand over the sink. Leon flopped around like a fish out of water, blubbering like a child. 

"Last chance." I warned, holding my finger underneath the disposal switch. Leon stuttered, words catching in his throat. Alastor and I locked eyes. He nodded at me, and I shrugged, flipping the switch. The metallic whir of metal filled the room, drowning out Leon's cries. 

Leon's scream when Alastor shoved his hand in the garbage disposal was skull pricing. I resisted the urge to flinch at the sound. Blood splattered the sink, Alastor, and me. I waited a few seconds and then turned off the switch. Our pitiful victim sank to the floor, clutching his bloody stump. 

"U-under the f-fl-floor board in the h-hall." He gasped out. Alastor nodded at me and I went into the hall. The floor board in question was easy to locate. It was the only area where it looked like it had been swept in the last several years. I pried up the board, and pulled out a duffel bag. 

"Got it." I called out. Alastor came out into the hall, leaving Leon in his pathetic pile on the floor. My partner gave me a wicked smile, taking the bag from me.

"Well done," He said, "I suggest we go." 

When we were back in the car and headed back to my apartment, Alastor reached into the duffel bag and pulled out two bundles. He tossed them to me, and I peered at them. 

"There has to be twenty five thousand dollars here." I said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"That's your cut, my dear." Alastor replied, leaning back against the seat, "Stick with me, and we can run this town."