A Deal Worth A Lifetime [ Alastor x Reader ]

Chapter 33: The Place You Belong

The final candle had been lit. Shaking the match so that it went out he waited. Various sigils in blood littered around the small room. Resisting the urge from the Loa to eat the flesh from the sacrifices, if he did it would all be for naught. Dark circles under his eyes as he hadn't slept in days. Unsure if the shadows that formed were hallucinations or Zandor playing tricks on him.

The Loa had weakened significantly, with no offerings or a chance to even get any, it remained trapped. Unable to give you offerings either, after the Loa possessed you he took all of the sacrifices. There were still men annoying you and he could get them after this whole thing got taken care of. Tired eyes stared into the centre of the sigil upon the ground, waiting for something. He had heard the Loa's warnings and hateful words. Standing up straight. He could only imagine what his mother would say. Putting his trust in another faith even if just for a moment.

What would you say? Just the thought alone was enough to leave a bad taste in his mouth. You wouldn't find out about this, even if it killed him.

Cast into darkness, he knew it worked. Unprepared for whatever malevolent spirit might show, it didn't matter which one, he just needed something stronger than Zandor. His hopes answered in the worst way possible. Large beady eyes opening in any place they could, on the walls and the floor. A low light emitting from them. The figure that appeared looked almost human, if not for the large grin, yellow eyes and pale skin. Looking around the room before its eyes landed on him.

"I must say I'm surprised, a mere human being able to summon me, quite the impressive feat," he could feel himself break out into a cold sweat, wondering what he had summoned, "of course, you want something otherwise you wouldn't have put your life at risk like this." It narrowed its eyes at him, the action alone causing chills to run down his spine.

"I-" his mouth closed shut. Faint magic coming from Zandor. The demon chuckled.

"Now it makes sense why I couldn't possess you, Zandor you sly dog." The demon reached his claws out, his breath hitching as its hand got closer. A grabbing motion before pulling harshly, choking on air as if the wind got knocked from his lungs. Knees hitting the floor, using a hand to hold him up as he coughed harshly.

"I assume that's what you wanted, Zandor gone?" Gritting his teeth, his mind now quiet without the Loa.

"No!" Slamming his fist onto the ground, the action making a few candles fall over, "he'll just possess her again, I can't let that happen." The demon quirked a brow.

"So this is for someone else? How chivalrous, I too have someone I'd die for, that is if I could die," hearing the laughter coming from the being before it continued, "how are you going to stop the other's from possessing her?" He hadn't thought of that, the other's were sure to come for her.

"Is there a way to stop her from being possessed?" Scrambling to his feet, desperate to find a solution. Zandor in the demon's clutches, being held from the ground due to short stature. The lack of offerings affecting the Loa more than he thought. Shadows swirled around the spirit, if not for the demon in front of him Zandor would've gotten away.

"For a mortal not to be overtaken by a spirit, they'd have to have no sins and well..." another laugh leaving the demon. It was nearly impossible for someone to be without sin, unless...