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

Smoking Gun

I laid on my bed staring at the money Alastor had given me. Sighing, I laid back my ears in irritation. I had obliterated a guy's hand in a garbage disposal for this money. On one hand, that was probably a good indicator that I belonged in Hell. On the other hand, this money was going to keep a roof over my head. 

A swift knock at the door broke my concentration. Getting up, I crossed my apartment and opened the door to find Alastor standing there. 

"It seems as though our services are required once more, my dear." His demonic smile spread across his face as he brushed passed me into my small, but cozy, apartment. He glanced around at it, taking in the little nest I had made for myself.

I raised an eyebrow, "Leon owes more money?" Alastor chuckled at my comment.

"Heavens no." He said, "I believe Leon will no longer be a problem. This is more of...theft control." I crossed my arms, waiting for him to continue. I really hated this cryptic crap of his. 

"A mutual friend of our first mission heard of our success and inquired if we could help with a bit of problem. It appears one of his mules took some product and is now holed up in an unknown location." Alastor continued, with a nonchalant wave of his hand. 

"And how are we supposed to find someone when we don't even know where they are hiding?" I asked, ducking into my bedroom to change. I left the door cracked so we could continue our conversation.

"I've already got that covered." Alastor answered, "In fact, he's not far from here. A few minutes walk, at most. Eliminate the mule, secure the product, then back here for a nice hot cup of tea and off to bed." I blushed at the mention of bed, thankful he couldn't see my face. 

Ten minutes later, we were walking down the grungy street, trying to blend in. But he was right, the apartment in question was only a few minutes from my own. We went to the second level and to the right, straight to a door that read B32. 

Alastor bowed dramatically, "Ladies first." I mocked a curtsy and rapped smartly on the door. A pudgy demon with blue hair and a bad attitude opened the door.

"The fuck do you want?" He sneered. As a reply, Alastor grabbed him firmly by the throat with one hand and pulled a gun out of the demon's waist band with the other. He handed the weapon to me and I tucked in my belt. 

"Ryan, good to see you. Colin sent us to say hello." Alastor smiled his signature smile as we moved into the apartment. I closed the door behind us, blocking any hope of escape for our victim. At the mention of the name Colin, Ryan blanched. 

"Bull..bull shit." The blue hair twit gasped, his face starting to turn a nice shade of red with the lack of oxygen. Alastor shoved him onto a couch filled with empty chip and fast food bags. 

"Where is the coke?" Alastor asked, standing over him. Belligerently, the demon crossed his arms and sat back in a pout. 

"(Y/N), be a dear and watch our friend here while I look for our product." Alastor said with a wave of his hand. I nodded and pulled the confiscated gun out and trained it on Ryan. My partner then went into the next room to look for the stolen drugs. 

"You sure do have a pretty mouth." Ryan smiled at me, "I'd bet it's a treat to fuck that mouth of yours." Creep. I rolled my eyes and kept my pretty mouth shut. But the demon continued his disgusting taunting.

"I bet you've got a nice tight pussy too. How'd you die, sweetheart? Get fucked to death?" 

I cracked the butt of the gun across his jaw then pulled the trigger hissing, "Keep your damn mouth shut or I'll shoot your dick off."

Ryan spat a mouth full of blood and smiled up at me, "I'll keep my mouth shut if you open yours up." 

Bang!

The gun shot was followed by a shrill scream and pounding footsteps. Alastor ran in to find me standing over a castrated Ryan with a smoking gun.

"Did you just do what I think you did?" He asked, smile gone now.

I didn't bother to reply, instead asking, "Do we need any more information out of him?" 

"No, I found the coke. Finish him and let's go." Alastor said, leaning against the door frame. I cocked the hammer and placed the barrel in Ryan's mouth. He blubbered around the metal, but I couldn't understand a word he said. Instead, I just pulled the trigger.

A car was waiting outside for us. A slender demon dressed in black was waiting outside it. Alastor handed him the duffel bag full of coke and nodded wordlessly. The demon nodded back, threw the bag in the car and drove off. 

"Let's get you cleaned up," Alastor said once the car was gone. I agreed completely, looking down at my gore-spattered self. Who knew head shots were so messy?