Death, but no Description (AlastorXReader)

Chapter 11

(Y/N POV)

I never fell asleep after what happened, Angel was fully asleep. It was about 3am now, so I slipped away from Angel, and left the house as quickly and quietly as I could.

I was walking down the road, I didn't know what to think about what happened. I trusted the wrong demon, I knew he was lustful, but I still stayed around.... I didn't know he would turn to rape, out of all things.

I sighed.

I thought about how much I missed Alastor, it's only been a few hours, but my heart began to crumble at the feeling of being away from him.

I looked down at my arms, all the cuts and bruises Angel left... how am I going I explain this to Al?

"I stayed with a demon that abused me, while fucking raping me.... why didn't I just let Alastor take me home..." I mumbled to myself.

I continued to walk for about an hour longer before getting nearly home.

I was a few houses away, then I seen him. Alastor was walking back inside the house?? What's he doing up this late??

I walked to the door, and grabbed the handle. I took a few deep breaths before I turned the handle, and walked in. It was dark in the house.

Alastor was just walking away from the doorway, he turned around.

"OH MY GOODNESS YOU ARE BACK!" Alastor chanted.

He looked as if he was just finished a mental breakdown, tears stained his face.

He ran over, wrapped his arms around me, and squeezed me tight.

I squeaked in pain. Alastors grip immediately loosened.

"Dear, are you okay??" He asked, pure worry was written in his face.

I stayed silent, I didn't want him to get angry. Alastor then scooped me up, and ran to the washroom, he turned the light on, and closed the door.

He took on look at my face, and gasped.

"Dear! What happened?!" Alastor shrieked, his eye was twitching.

I sighed, then lifted my shirt. There were cuts, bruises, and hickies.

"A-are those.... hickies?" He asked, he started to shake with anger.

Tears started to roll down my face.

"You need to tell me what happened, dear.... please..." Alastor was trying to restrain his Anger.

I sniffled.

"H-he..." I paused to take a breath.

Alastor looked me desperately in the eyes, it made it a lot harder to tell him.

"H-he..... r-raped.... m-me..." I stuttered, struggling to push the words out of my mouth.

Alastor tensed up, you could see it. You could hear his teeth grinding together. His eyes started to twitch immensely before he closed them tightly, his hands balled into tight fists.

"He did WHAT?!" Alastor snapped.

I shuddered at his anger.

"H-he... r-raped m-me...." I said, more clearly.

Alastor then, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a knife. There was murder in his eyes. Alastor turned away from me, and walked around, collecting things.

Then he grabbed his shoes.

"A-Al.... D-Don't...." I stuttered.

"It's too late to stop me, he messed with the wrong demon!" Alastor yelled, then left.