Bennington sent another town car a few days later, this time with no military style guns. But despite our unwanted visitors not appearing armed, we met them on the porch, each brandishing a pistol. The demon that met us was polished, wearing a modern and stylish suit and tie.
"My, my." The intruder grinned fiendishly, "What a warm welcoming committee."
"Get the fuck off my property." I hissed back, cocking the pistol in my hand. Alastor glanced sidelong at me, wondering if I would blow this one's brains out too.
Raising his hands to show he was unarmed, the demon continued, "Allow me to introduce myself. Marcus Reynolds, at your service. I represent Mr. Bennington, I'm sure you know him?"
I sneered in reply, Alastor speaking quickly before I could insult further, "We know of Mr. Bennington. I do believe he owes us a substantial sum for damages." Marcus's lip curled in sadistic contemplation.
"I would enjoy discussing that with you, if you would be kind enough to put the guns down." He replied, drawing up to his full height. Neither Alastor or I lowered our pistols, causing the demon lawyer to sigh in exasperation.
"You can tell Bennington he can stop killing my Nightmares and trying to kill me. I'm not selling," I spat, pulling the trigger. Marcus ducked, but the bullet only impaled the back fender of the town car.
Cocking the gun again, I said, "Get the fuck off my property or the next one goes in you." Swearing under his breath, Marcus flipped us off and got back in his car. Gravel was flung at us as he spun out down the driveway.
"Well that went well." Alastor said sarcastically.
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Nightmare Ranch | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series
RomansaWhat happens when two southern souls are thrown together? From the creator of A Match Made in Hell, Super Psycho Love, and What Lovers Do. I do not own Hazbin Hotel or any of its amazing characters. I'm just a fan who likes to write smut. :)
