THE DEVIL || Castle Rock Original Plot Line

iv.

iv. first day in prison.

AZREAL

After silently eating my food and processing Alastor's words, I finish probably a third of my food, already full. Alastor doesn't hesitate to scarf his entire meal down, and then eye me warily. I wags his plastic fork at my plate. 

"Eat." He demands, sternly.

I grumble under my breath, "Not hungry."

He presses his lips together, staring me straight in the eye. A shiver runs up my spine, and I blush. He wets his lips before standing and taking both of our trays off the table. When I start to follow him, he turns and looks at me as if I am a pet.

"Stay. I'll be right back."

I blow the air out of my mouth, making my hair fly up a little. What a meanie. I cross my arms childishly, waiting for him to come back. He disappears behind the kitchen doors and I decide to lay against the table, starting to feel a little tired.

"Well hello, pet."

I jump out of my skin, spinning around to meet the eyes of a stranger. His hair is slicked back, and I would say he's in his mid thirties. He has a light scruffy beard, graying in some parts. He looks at me like a hawk, smirking slightly. He steps forward and takes a seat next to me, but I shift away and squeeze my hands together, taking another glance toward the kitchen doors. Alastor is no where to be seen.

"P-Please leave me a-alone..." I whisper, loud enough for him to hear me but definitely quiet enough to not draw unwanted attention.

He chuckles, throwing an arm around my tense shoulders. I stiffen, feeling somewhat panicked and uncomfortable. He leans in to my face, his breath fanning my right cheek. I shiver in disgust, turning my head away to get his moist-avocado-smelling-stink away from me. He grabs my cheek and forces me to face him.

"Aw, don't be shy-"

He is ripped upwards, straight out of his seat. I gasp, leaning backwards as I recognize the male who grabbed him. Alastor, of course. He holds up the mysterious man by his collar, glaring down at him without any mercy. His eyes swirl a dark black, much different than his normal light green. My mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out.

"Why don't you take a trip back to your little gang and forget you ever saw her face before I rip your spine out of your pathetic back?" Alastor threatens darkly, his tone much darker than I have heard it before, even from this morning. The man scrunches his face in displeasure, wriggling around before finally huffing out words of agreement.

"Fine! Whatever! She's not even worth it." The man grumbles, only to be thrown onto the floor with such force I thought the tile might crack.

Alastor smirks, "Oh how you wish that was true." He walks toward me and without thinking grabs me by my waist and hauls me up. Instinctively, I wrap around him like a monkey, and he carries me off somewhere. I shiver from his cold yet scorching touch, tucking my face into his neck.

"Alastor..."

He hums, a subtle irritation in his voice. I gulp, "I thought you weren't supposed to touch me..?"

It's quiet, and his footsteps halt. His once heavy breathing is now slowly controlled. I hear his soft yet raspy voice mumble out quietly:

"...Fuck."

. . .

"Too late. I just need to watch you carefully. I can't have you changing like they did."

I bite my lip, watching him from the top bunk while he paces our small cell, his hand dug into his hair in worry. I sway my legs back and forth, pretty much unbothered. I sigh and watch as he continues mumbling to himself, his eyes darting around the room in thought.

"Alastor?"

"Hm?" He hums back quickly, more out of instinct than interest.

I continue to ask him anyway, "What happened to the others?"

He stops, turning to look at me. His eyes, once overcome by black, now swirl somewhere in the middle. He takes a deep breath and turns fully towards me, walking toward where I'm seated. His tall, 6'4", figure reaches my height, regardless of me being sat on top of a bunk bed.

His large hands rest on the curve of my hips, rubbing them softly. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, staring straight into his chilling orbs. He takes another deep breath, almost as if he is preparing himself for what is to come.

"I touch a man, he dies. I touch another, he commits mass murder. I touch anyone, and hell comes."

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A/N- hey guys sorry for the long wait this story (pretty much all of my stories) are going to have really slow updates because i'm busy! i love you all and i appreciate all your support! <3