Rebirth

Chapter Six

"You want to summon... A demon? You do know that goes against literally everything I stand by?" Sage stared at you with narrow eyes. She didn't seem too pleased that you had asked.
And you weren't too pleased that three years of friendship turned out to be a twisted lie, "I don't think I know anything about you," You said with a little to much attitude, "I thought you were a chemist that traveled a lot for work. Turns out my best friend is actually a magical witch that kills demons for a living!"
Sage knew she had hurt you, you could see it on her face. You expected her to snap back like she normally would. But she showed complete control, she took a breath in and then out, "I am under an oath to not to share this information with anyone outside my bloodline. I've have broken that one and only rule twice. For Van, and for you. I'm supposed to kill you now," Her words were so cold you almost thought she would. Sage did nothing but give you a stern look. You felt like a child under that gaze, she was only four years older than, but she had the energy of 100-year-old pagan, "I'd rather die for it than let either of you be harmed in any way shape or form. Sharing this information with you has put our lives at risk. So long as you play dumb when you need to, everything will hopefully be fine, but I can't promise that. So you can see why I kept this from you for so long. I hope you understand it wasn't to lie or deceive you. It was to protect you. But now the only way for me to protect you is to tell you everything you need to know."
You suddenly felt immature and bratty. She was right. You were blind to the bigger picture and you felt a little dumb, "I'm sorry," You said, "I just felt... I don't know. All of this is so crazy. I feel like the who universe is lying to me and you were apart of that. I know your intentions were in the right place,"
There was a moment of silence between the two of you. There was a mutual understanding and you both silently agreed to move on, "Why do you want to summon a demon? I need to know your reasoning before I share this information with you."
You could understand her concerns, "Well, what if I were to learn how to summon Alastor? Maybe for a trap?" You told her with a warry voice.
"Well, I wouldn't doubt it if he had this place tapped in any way. He's probably listening to us right now. I doubt he'd dare to step out though."
"Why?" You were curious to see why she was so confident.
"Because I can kill him. And he knows that. He's too proud and important to let something like that happen. Because if I kill him, Eon will die too. I have a divine weapon that my father passed down to me and his father before him. The Morning Sword, the same sword Lucifer lifted towards God in his rebellion and the same sword he lost when he fell from grace."
Holy shit. You had to see this sword, "Where is?" You asked, "Can I see?"
Sage smirked slightly, her blue eyes sparkled a little. She nodded, "Sure," With a quick wave of her hand, a sword started to manifest before your eyes. It was made of silver and gold, with its own source of blue light leaking between the designs. It fell quickly into Sage's hand and she swiftly turned it and placed it before you. The blade rested in her open palms, "This sword destroys any soul it comes in contact with,"
"Why isn't it hurting you then?" You asked, not sure if you wanted to touch it or not.
"Souls are protected deep within our bodies," Sage explained.
You reached out and placed a finger on the glowing blade. A little zap of electricity pricked your finger. You were just about to take the sword in your own hands when a little buzz went off. Sage pulled out her phone, gave it one look, then sighed heavily.
"I have to go," She said while the sword fizzled out of existence. She opened her mouth to explain but you cut her off.
"I understand. Demon stuff."
Sage's smile was small but wholesome, "Everything you need is in this bag," You had almost forgotten that it was sitting next to you, "I'll text you, okay?" She quickly got up to her feet and soon she was at the door, "Let Van know if you need anything too. I'll see you late, (Y/n),"
You waved at your friend and watched her go. You were alone again and you felt a chill. You remembered what Sage said, about Alastor having this place tapped.
You wanted to see him, and you hated admitting that to yourself. The book had answered some questions. Things like who you were when you were a demon. You were called The Crybaby Demon, and you were the Gate Keeper of Hell. You married Alastor seven or eight years after meeting him. Eon technically owned your soul but since you were reincarnated, he lost his power over it. And even how you met and fell in love with Alastor.
It was hard to see him as the same demon who was trying to trick you into going to hell. It was more like... someone desperately trying to get back to their life. Or afterlife in this case.
You stood up from the couch. You looked around slowly then felt stupid as you called out, "Alastor...?" Nothing happened. Maybe he really left for good?
Suddenly Buck came out from hiding. He slowly walked from your bedroom and his tiger eyes watched your every move. That's when you remembered that... Buck had something to do with all of this.
You felt silly as you reached your hand out. Buck rubbed his cheek against your fingers and purred loudly, "Can you bring Alastor here?" You asked quietly.
And that's when you felt it. That energy that caused your hairs to rise. The soft stale static fizzled in and out of your ear. He was here. What happened to that big screaming portal? Or could he hide that from your eyes too? You looked around and followed the waves as they pulsed from where ever Alastor was hiding. You faced the windows between your kitchen and living room.
You saw the curtains flutter slightly, then you saw a shadow flash across the floor, "Alastor?" You called out with a weak voice. You weren't sure where he went.
As you started to take a few steps back, you felt a cold chill on the back of your neck, "You called~?" His voice was loud and muffled at the same time. He spoke through that filter, that old microphone voice. You spun around and saw Alastor grinning at you, "Hello, my darling dear."
You were frozen for a second. You almost forgot that he was a demon. A murderer. And if you could remember correctly... a cannibal. You gulped, then spoke weakly, "Hi," You started, "I... I wanted to see you," As you admitted that you saw Alastor's smile grow, "I've been reading the book you left. And... I want to know more about who I was. Parts of the book won't appear for me- even with my blood! They just stay blank,"
Alastor chuckled then began to walk in a circle around you, "I'm aware," He grinned loosely, "I can't get all the pages to show for me, either, so I can't help you there,"
"I thought it wouldn't work for you?" Didn't the book say it was cursed or something so Alastor couldn't read it?
"I found a way in. But the book only shows me what it wants me to see, the same for you, darling, what did it show you?"
That didn't make sense... The book only showed you passages about Alastor. If it showed him something different than what he saw... "It only showed me things about you,"
Something sparkled in his eyes and he took a step towards you. Leaning down into your sights, "What could you ever want to know about me?" His eyes were wide and wild as they flashed an emotion in them that you could barely pick out.
Your heart raced and you felt a little frightened, "You... were my husband?"
"I was," He hummed lowly.
"You loved me?" You had to hear him say it. You didn't know why, but you just had to.
"I did," Alastor took a step away from you, a smaller smile on his face, "I still do," You felt something twitch in your chest. Something old and unknown to your mind yet familiar to your soul, "And I know you don't love me," Alastor when on, "But I want to change that!" He rocked on his heels then snapped his finger. Suddenly he wasn't a demon anymore. He was a human, a young man in casual attire, "If you'll let me, that is, my dear. I want a chance at being in your life again. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy,"
He peered at you through his round glasses. A natural smile rested on his face. He held a hand out towards you. A part of you wanted to take his hand in yours and see what would happen. Another part tould you to run. He was still a demon. Weren't they supposed to trick you with pretty words?
You shook that thought away because you knew Alastor loved you. The book showed you that he loved your soul more than anything in this world. When you looked up at Alastor's face, you could even see a small flash of pleading in his eyes. You lifted your hand and barely graced your fingers on his.
As soon as your skin touched his, Alastor grabbed your hand quickly and pulled you to him. You were brought close to his embrace. Warmth radiated off his body and soon you were swept away into a magical place. Music started to play, you realized it came from Alastor.
Alastor was dressed in a dark deep crimson red suit and matching bowtie. His glasses were gone and you were dressed in matching a long and elegant dress, the same shade of red as Alastor's suit. He hummed lowly then you watched him sing. His voice was staticky again as if he was singing on an old radio show, "Alooooone~.... At the edge of a universe humming a tuunnee..... For merely dreaming we were snow...Mhmmm.." He leaned in close and you felt something spark in your heart and travel to your cheeks. Alastor was face to face with you, only inches away, "A siren sooouunds!!! Like the goddess who promises endless apologies of paradise... And only she can make it riiight~" He gave you this look, still inching closer, he sucked in a breath and sang on "So things are different tonight!"
Pianos and music leaked from an unknown source, Alastor pulled you through a portal that you didn't even see open and suddenly as an orchestra of music played you found yourself in a city you had never seen before, "We'll go toogeetheerr... In flight!"
It was as if you were in a magical movie. Stars began to fly around you as you realized you were in a graveyard in a hot and muggy city. Alone. With Alastor. He sung away every problem and worry that came to your troubled mind. His voice was so hypnotic and beautiful. It was like you were under a spell as he grabbed your hand in his and began to dance with you. You watched little ghosts appear from behind gravestones that rose above the ground. Gaves were stacked into each other, with statues and cross decorating them. Little ghosts of all kinds fluttered around as little sparkly stars flustered to life.
"It's Now & Never!" He began to sing again, a smile on Alastor's face, "A reverie endeavor... awaits somnambulant directives to take the helm!" Suddenly the two of you spun so quickly that everything faded into a blur, "Believe me, darling! !The stars were made for falling!" And like that all the little stars he made began to fall, "Like melting obelisks as tall as another realm~!"
You were still in the graveyard, mesmerized the galaxies that started to form out of seemingly nothing. Music still played and Alastor was dancing some kind of tango with you. A smile grew on your face, you couldn't stop it. You didn't know he could be so whimsical and magical. He even started to sing in French (or that's what you thought) and you had no idea what he was saying but it made your heart race in your chest.
Suddenly he was singing in English again, "It feels like flying~!" You saw his demonic face flash for only a second, "But maybe we're dyyiiing~! A cosmic confluence of Pyramids hologrammed!! She knows you heard her, staging music murder in line before the show began to be where I am!"
The music changed it's beat and once again Alastor was leading you through the graveyard. Trees grew all over, most of them were weeping willows. Fireflies began to come out of hiding and they were soon spinning into a swarm, obviously, it was Alastor's doing. The fireflies shot up into the sky and blew up like fireworks. You could hear the voice of a woman softly singing in the background of the music as jingle bells chimed away. You could barely even understand what the voice was singing. Alastor's voice drifted into the background but his mouth never opened beside the flash of a toothy grin here and there.
As the music slowed down, Alastor had brought you to a large weeping willow tree that protected a gazebo under its long viny branches. It sounded like you could hear the ocean but you knew it was just a trick.
Alastor quickly brought you close to him, close enough that your chests were touching, his arm snaked around your waist while the other held your hand up in the air. He started to waltz with you, looking down with dark brown eyes and a loving smile on his face, "You look quite divine tonight~!" The fireflies were back, flickering away as they spun around the both of you as you waltzed together, "Here among these vibrant lights! Pure delights surround us as we sail! Signed, yours truly, the whale! Joy mirage's kingdom come...No one left at stake~! Now that existence is on the wake, let's see what we can make!"
The two of you slowed down, only swaying now. You barely even forgot that Alastor wasn't a human, he was a stranger to you. But the way it felt to have your hand in his was totally intoxicating. There was a wave of energy that flowed from him and straight into your heart.
Is this what love felt like? To have someone love you unconditionally and for all of eternity? You couldn't tell and you weren't sure if you were ready to know. You just couldn't stop that little smile on your face as you looked up at him. Alastor was only humming a tune now while giving you the softest smile you had ever seen on his face.
You had no idea, but this was everything Alastor had been waiting for. A moment like this was priceless, it was almost like he had you back for real this time. He knew not to rush this though, he knew that he had to do this right if he was to ever get you to come back to him.
The fireflies started to fly away save for a few dozen that flickered away under the gazebo roof. Alastor's body against yours was warm and beating with a pulse of life. His radio heart swelled with love and you could have sworn that he was more human than demon. 
You looked up to him with questions in your eyes, "Where are we?" You finally asked.
Soft music was still playing, you could hear it coming from Alastor's body. He hummed and gave you a little spin then brought you back to him, "New Orleans," He said quietly as if this wasn't freaking huge.
You gave him a look, a raised brow, "Didn't you say you were from here?"
He nodded his head, "I'm actually buried a few rows over," Why was he so casual about this?
You nearly shook your head as you took a double-take on what he said, "Wait.. like... your body?" He nodded his head again and that soft smile was still on his face, "Can... Can we see?"
The two of you were standing still now. Alastor let go of your hand only to snake his arm under yours, linking you together by the elbow, "Sure, I don't see why not," His voice was low and sounded like the purr of a cat... or demon.
You walked with him, still linked by the arm. This graveyard was so beautiful. It was filled with old statues with patches of moss and dirt scattered across them. It was dark and the sun had set but it's enchanting colors still scattered across the sky. It made a painting of blues and pinks and purples. You could smell the heavy scent of roses drifting in the wind.
As you neared a tomb at the end of a road, Alastor slowly came to a stop. The headstone was destroyed on top of the grave liner, shattered and broken into rubble. It even looked like someone cracked open the concert vault and had stolen the bones inside.  The second grave next to it was also broken apart and vandalized. You looked at him with worried eyes but he didn't seem fazed.
"I-... I'm sorry," You started to mumble.
Alastor quickly waved his free hand back and forth, ushering your to stop your worrying, "I've already killed the fools who desecrated mine and my mother's graves. Worry not, my little doe, it's what one gets for being a serial killer,"
You had almost forgotten about that. It was hard to imagine that Alastor was an infamous serial killer, cannibal and radio show host.
Lucky for you, google existed and you had done a little research on Alastor. You looked at him as you brought a finger to your chin, "It was.. La-...Lafloor?" You tried to remember what that damn google search said.
Alastor chuckled and suddenly his voice took this deep, southern creole accent, "Alastor Narcisse LaFleur," It sounded like he was speaking a totally different language, but it was his name. He gazed down at you fondly, amused at your lack of understanding, "I was a radio show host most of my adult life while murdering 37 people in the course of three years," He spoke fondly of his life, a look of pride on his face, "However one day I got a tip from a dear old friend that my cover was blown. I ran from the police," He started to chuckle, "They almost got me, but I wandered into the wrong yard. I was eaten alive by my neighbor's hunting dogs,"
What a cruel and ironic way to go. A cannibal ate alive by dogs... Life had a funny sense of humor. You could not understand why you felt so bad for him. You reached out and dared to touch his arm, but you stopped just short. He had noticed your advancement and gave you a look, "Do not feel sorry for me, my dear, I'm already dead!" At least he made you chuckle, "Please, I'd love to leave this place and take you somewhere nice."
The idea didn't sound half bad, "Sure!" You wanted to see where this would go. You couldn't stop craving the attention he gave you. Something wild and unknown to you called out to be by Alastor's side and you gave into that call. Perhaps it had something to do with your soul, you guessed, maybe it was because your soul knew Alastor better than you did. That gut feeling you normally ignored grew larger and more apparent.
You were curious to see what Alastor had instore, you were still linked with him by the arm as the two of your quietly strode out of the graveyard. You couldn't stop the smile that crawled into your face as you happily gave into the magic and wonder that was Alastor. What else could he possibly have in store? Well, you'd just have to wait and see~