An Improper Romance | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

A Pleasure to Meet You

I made my way downstairs to the library, where the voices of our guests were mingling with Mary and Edgar's. Trying to enter as quietly as possible, I winced as all conversation stopped and all eyes turned to me. 

"So nice of you to join us," Edgar said in an icy tone, "Alastor, may I present you to my cousin, (Y/N)." My eyes moved from my cousin to the rather handsome demon standing beside him. 

Alastor was a tall, lanky deer demon in an impeccable red suit. His appearances were that of a deer, but with red and black coloring. He had the air of a refined gentleman, unlike many of the men here in Hell. I wondered why I hadn't seen him in our social circles before. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you." I smiled warmly at him as I held out my hand for him to shake. 

Shaking my hand with enthusiasm, "The pleasure is all mine, my dear." As he spoke, his grin stretched across his face to Cheshire proportions. I returned the smile with a less drastic one. 

"What brings you to this side of the pentagram?" I tried to engage him in small talk, leading our guest away from Edgar and more towards the sidebar. I poured us each a tumbler of Edgar's best whiskey from its decanter. Handing one to Alastor, I raised my own in a small salute. 

"I didn't think refined ladies like yourself drank hard liquor." Alastor chuckled, leaning in like we had a delicious conspiracy between the two of us.

"May I be frank with you, Mister Alastor?" I replied in a stage whisper. 

"I would hope so," He grinned that Cheshire grin, "There are already too many liars in Hell already."

"I'm not too fond of whiskey," I said with a slight grin of my own, "But I will do anything to irritate my cousin and his wife. And drinking his best whiskey  is a sure-fire way to achieve that." Alastor nearly choked on his drink with laughter. 

"We should head into dinner," Mary announced, playing the part of the hostess. She loved to do that. I swear, it gave her more pleasure than torturing me. 

"Oh, I do hope you had your cook make that pudding I enjoy," Stolas sighed dramatically as he followed my cousin and his wife towards the dining room. 

Alastor raised an eyebrow at me, copying my stage whisper, "I hope your cook didn't. I hate bread pudding." I giggled as I let the handsome deer demon escort me into dinner. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.