An Improper Romance | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

Dinner

I took a seat next to Alastor at the dinner table. To my right sat Mary, with Edgar next to her at the head of the table and Stolas across from us. Several footmen brought around dishes of meats, sauce, and sauteed vegetables for us to select from. 

"Are you taking over any new enterprises with this last extermination?" Edgar asked Stolas conversationally. 

"Alas," Stolas sighed dramatically, "Nothing available as has caught my eye. They all are just so dull." I glanced over at Alastor, who seemed unfazed by his friend's dramatics. I wondered how two such drastically different men managed to run within the same circle.

"That's a shame," Mary replied, picking at her food, "Exterminations are such prime opportunities for advancement." My eyes flicked from Alastor to Mary and I glared at her. She was a heartless witch and rarely let it show. When she did though, I wanted to punch her in her self-righteous face. 

"That's a little macabre, don't you think?" I retorted quietly. Edgar paused, his fork halfway to his lips. His face barely concealed his rage at my disrespectful comment. All of the bravery our guest had brought out in me vanished and I felt myself pale. Getting Mary all riled up was one thing, but Edgar was famous for his temper. It was the reason he was here in Hell. 

Alastor looked between Edgar and me, from my paled visage to Edgar's furious one. And I swear I saw his smile falter just a bit.