ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇs ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ. Alastor x OC

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July 21
2019

I wrapped myself in my blanket and frowned. The last couple of days I've been fidgety, and somewhat violent. I've talked to Alastor about it. He says it's something similar to bloodlust. Everyone in Hell gets it. Because he claims to kill on a daily basis, he'd know, right..? I guess... I can't trust anyone in hell.

In fact, that's probably why I'm here. I've killed one person and I've cussed. I don't really know, now that I think about it. I've never thought about why I went to Hell. I like to push my life behind me. Enough about this cringe related stuff, I guess.

As usual, I got up and got ready. I wore black tights and a burgundy dress shirt.
Walking swiftly down the stairs, I checked the lobby to see everyone except Alastor. Remembering that I had Sundays and Mondays off, I flashed a smile before running out the doors.

After wandering down the streets, I noticed a fight. It was pretty serious, and three people were throwing punches and tackling each other. Of course a ring had formed, some were cheering or placing bets. Jogging over, I shoved my way to the front. "What the hell is going on here?!" I shouted. A canine looking woman with pink ends on her bright blonde hair looked at me. "Some boys tussling over something they stole from the great radio demon or whatevs." She explained, rolling her eyes. Someone in the ring tugged her away. "Crymini, we don't have time for this! Let's go!" And just like that, she was gone. Someone in the ring had the nerve to play music from a small speaker.

Trying to break up the fight from whatever they stole from Alastor, I walked into the ring. Which only caused the cheering to grow louder. The stronger demon whirled around and grabbed my neck. "Get out of this, bitch. This isn't your fight. I'm sure a pretty girl like you wouldn't care about the radio demon's crap." He hissed, his bloodstained knuckles glistening. I unfurled my wings slowly, and ignited a hand. Suddenly gripping on to his wrists, I pressed down hard. He let go with a growl. "Actually, I do believe I have something to do with this. I'm a friend of the owner of that." I pointed a smoking finger to one of Alastor's expensive bows and a LOT of money in a pile. "Why'd this start over his bow?" I cocked an eyebrow. He gritted his teeth. "It was a small squabble until the bets started. Now this is for the money, and the bow's just a little add-on." He spat. The smaller demon he was going against ran over to me and tackled me suddenly, pinning me. "What the FUCK are you doing Spencer? I'm up here you  idiot!" The one that explained to me screamed. Spencer didn't get up and started slowly twisting my arm back, the way it should bend. "She's with Alastor, so this girl dies. Slowly and very painfully." His voice was filled with glee. "The Radio demon is disgusting. If he has anyone with him then they die." Spencer said, his voice like a hiss. Wincing, I squirmed and I tried hitting him with one of my wings. He laughed. "Don't squirm. That'll just urge the crowd on. Either you don't go near Alastor or you die. I'm aware of how dramatic this is, but if he has anyone with him he only grows stronger." Spencer said. My arm started cracking and I winced again. Igniting my hands and wings and flailed around, and managed to catch his cheek with one of my wings. As soon as Spencer loosened his grip, I used my flaming hand to stab him in the gut, letting out a growl like sound as I did so. He swiped at me and caught me across the cheek. Reeling, I ripped my hand out of his singing flesh. The first guy stayed out of it and moved back to watch. "Just because you have fire doesn't mean you can run back to your little overlord and hotel so easily." Spencer narrowed his eyed and lunged at me. That was when I noticed his small ears poking out of his bushy hair, seemingly a type of canine. Spencer suddenly stopped and instead ran behind me, and quickly kicked at my spine. The pain shot down my back and I yelled, the flames along my hands and wings roaring louder and higher.

That was when everyone's necks sickeningly snapped. Every. Single. Demon's.

The collective sound of at least thirty demons hitting the floor filled the air. I quickly extinguished myself and tucked my wings away. "What the-..?" I stopped as I saw Alastor the only one standing, looking at the bodies with boredom and annoyance written all over his grinning voice. He frowned as blood leaked from their mouths, but then his smile grew more psychotic as the blood pooled together and surrounded me. "Alastor? Why are you here?" I asked, curious. My eyes didn't leave the blood everywhere. "More importantly, why are you here Aurora?" He said, his smile stretching to past his eyes. "Well, I came to see what the fight was about. And it's about your bow and a ton of betting money." I  explained. "Mhm." He murmured.
When I raised my head, he was right in front of me. His eyes glinted, and his smile became a cocky smirk. "You wouldn't have intervened if it was just some random overlord's item, right?" Alastor tilted his head down ever so slightly to look me in eyes. I quickly looked to the side. "Well.. I mean, I don't know." I muttered. "Don't lie to me, Aurora. I hate liars." He murmured. I felt a flash of deja vu, like that's happened before and he told me that before. "I'm not lying, Alastor. I wouldn't lie to you. But, I guess you're right." I replied, shuffling my feet. "It's because I actually know you, and it's not a random demon's belongings getting taken." I said honestly, looking at him.
Alastor raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" Knowing that he was right, Alastor didn't let me answer.
"Hm. Say... how much do you.. like me, to phrase it?" He asked me bluntly. I avoided the question. "I'm not quite sure what you mean. I mean, of course I like you. Everyone does, except maybe Vaggie." I averted my gaze from Alastor's own prying eyes.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine~ (I'm sorry for the fucking squiggles whfjekfksksksk)If you want to act like this, I'll ask you so that you absolutely cannot avoid this question." I shivered at his voice, and refused to look at him and just prayed my cheeks weren't flushed a deep red. "This probably sounds cheesy. Aurora, do you, ahem, have a love interest with me?" Alastor asked awkwardly. I snorted and tried not to laugh at the way he phrased it. "What? What's so amusing about this situation?" He sounded genuinely confused. "You clearly haven't done anything like this before." I murmured, looking back at him. This time, Alastor looked away. "Well, Erm, I won't deny nor confirm that statement."  He replied. "It's obvious.." Chuckling quietly, I smoothed out the wrinkles on his shoulders. "How does getting out of a ring of dead bodies sound? I guess we can continue this conversation in somewhere more... suitable." I offered. Looking to the side instead of down, I noticed a crowd was staring in awe and confusion at us. When they realized I saw, the crowd quickly split up and continued with their evenings.
"Yes, we should." Alastor agreed, and started walking. I awkwardly stepped around the blood and bodies.
"You're all in charge and making everyone shy until the actual question." I commented, following him.
He didn't answer. "Speaking of obvious, it's obvious to me what the truth is." Alastor smirked. I made the same face. "Is it really?" He hesitated. "Exactly." I looked in front of me and continued walking. We entered the hotel.

Lmao I've been trying to avoid this scene as much as possible-
So here it is
My procrastinating self has conjured up a pathetic chapter yet again, I hope you enjoyed-