Devil's Bane: An Alastor & OC Tale

You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile

           Devyn's first thoughts were, of course, he saw that.  Standing there with the blood of his victim dried to his hands, he gave the Radio Demon a scowl.  It had been ages since Devyn had done anything like that, he was all around a nice guy.  No one ever crossed him, and just because of the other night Slyvaia was being a bitch and going after the one thing he cared most for.  His restaurants were apart of his legacy that he had intended to last even after his time, cooking was his passion but so was serving incredible food and providing a good atmosphere so that Demons could enjoy their afterlife.  If anyone messed with his passion, Devyn grew violent instantly.  It was no wonder he felt it had been a while,

"If he was the one who distributed drugs at your establishment, why let him go?" Alastor stood with his staff in hand carrying a devious smile as he waited for the other to answer.  Devyn started towards him to stand beside him before answering,

"He's not the one, someone else is."

"Who?  This Slyvaia woman perhaps?  Yes, I heard, you thought to be clever and try to hide it from me didn't you, Devyn?"  The Chef could swear he felt shivers down his spine at how the other said his name, being an Incubus he couldn't help but feel aroused at awkward times.  Cursing as he had heard that name, Devyn tried to think of something quick because if Alastor found out what the two of them were capable of he'd think the Hotel was in danger of the threat and things wouldn't end well for them.

"She's an angry ex of sorts, sometimes I piss her off and she does stupid shit."  It was strange to note how Devyn could speak like the proper gentleman and then go off into a profound way of speaking.  Alastor looked to his side at the other Demon who was looking at his bloodied hands without an expression.

"And?  Is that all, Devyn?"  Alastor turned to stand behind the other, raising his staff as it started glowing threateningly Devyn saw this and his eyes went black as he jumped from the Radio Demon.

"God Damn it, Alastor, fine!  The drugs were used to deplete Demons of their life force.  If kept in their system long enough, weak Demons die.  There you happy?  You got something else to use against me," the rage held in the Chef's black eyes aimed at the Radio Demon who merely stood there chuckling at the other's display.  How he loved to see the suffering of others.

"Why, Devyn, how could you think I'd ever use something like this to sabotage something you obviously seem to care for very deeply?"  Oh, how he wanted to burn the other to a crisp.  But, he knew he couldn't face the Radio Demon with his strength so low, he calmed himself taking deep breaths.  He pulled his anger back in, his features reverted as he looked at the other again.

"Please, Alastor, please don't.  I'll take care of it, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."  One didn't have to guess as to how pleased the Radio Demon was to hearing the other beg, he motioned to close the gap between them.  Devyn slightly flinched as the other neared, not glancing up at the other. 

"That's more like it, dear.  You really should keep a close watch on your business.  Now, how about we go inside and you can show me more about this place? Albeit, I don't much care for the name."  Alastor could really be an ass, Devyn turned to follow him back inside still looking at his hands.  As they went down the back halls, Devyn saw staff picking up the mess that was made when he had chased the runaway Demon and upon coming to a hand washing sink he stopped to scrub the blood from his claws.  Alastor realized this and paused to glance behind him squinting at the other's expression on his face, it was tormented.  Devyn was trying to get the blood off, he scrubbed so hard that his skin was beginning to look red.  He was muttering something, sounded like "Get it off" and as Alastor turned to go to the other's side he laid his own hand upon the other's forearm.  This stopped Devyn, pulling him from his trance to look at Alastor who with his grin simply said.