Black Wedding | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

Dealings With Demons

All the fairy tales I read growing up said the princess married her prince charming and lived happily ever after. But as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but be bitter. Those stories were complete lies. If they were true, then why would I be marrying someone I had met once?

"Are you ready, (Y/N)?" My mother poked her head in. I turned to face her, trying not to cry. She would yell at me if I ruined the professional makeup job she had paid for.

"Just a moment, please." I asked meekly, relieved to see she nodded and shut the door. I turned back to my reflection in the mirror.

My father had arranged for me to marry his business partner, a man fifteen years my senior. Of course, I had no say and was expected just to go along with it. I was just eighteen. I wanted to go to college. I wanted to marry someone I loved. But that would never happen.

A sob escaped my lips, and tears fell down my cheeks despite my effort to hold it together. The girl in the mirror looked like a pathetic excuse for a bride. Nothing like the fairy tale princess I had dreamed of being on my wedding day.

With a sudden surge of rage, I punched the mirror. Glass shattered, cutting into my skin and blood welled to the surface.

"I wish I could get out of this." I murmured to where my reflection used to be.

"I could grant that wish." A voice said behind me. I spun around to find a tall lanky man in a red suit standing there. A chill ran down my spine as I looked into his red gaze. It was like he held the pits of Hell in his eyes.

"Wh-who are you?" I gasped, wiping the tears off my face.

"Alastor, my dear." He took my hand and kissed as he bowed, "Or if you like, the radio demon."

Demon....

"I didn't summon a demon!" I cried out, pulling my hand back. My indignation made him smile a truly psychotic grin.

"Smashing a mirror and making a wish over fresh blood does in fact summon a demon." He explained, "I just happened to be the first one to answer the summons." I stared at him, dumbfounded. Well crap...

"I can get you out of this marriage," Alastor continued, "But I will require something in return." I shrank back. Was my eternal soul worth getting out of this marriage?

Sensing what I was thinking, he laughed, "No, my dear, I don't require your soul. A little too cliché for my taste. You are however, dressed for a wedding." Realization dawned on me. I could marry this demon instead of my father's business partner?

"If you marry me," Alastor coaxed, "You drive the pace of the relationship. I won't touch you until you give permission. You will be cared for. I can't guarantee you will have the same deal with your current fiancé." He was right, and when put like that, it made sense.

"Okay," I sighed, standing up, "I'll marry you." The radio demon's Cheshire grin returned. He pulled a small black box out of his pocket and opened it. A black band with a ruby winked at me in the light. I held out my shaking hand and very gently, he slid it on my finger.

"Well, wife," Alastor chuckled, "It seems as though we have a wedding to cancel."