The Deal (Alastor X Reader)

Turning the Tables

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Note: This chapter contains strong language.

A week has passed since the yearly extermination during this time all the overlords would come together at the royal palace in order to meet. Personally, you've never been to one, mainly because you haven't been interested in going. Alastor always went for the both of you; he negotiated for both of your territories. At least that's what you thought, but you're starting to realise that might not be the only reason why you've never gone to a meeting.

"Darling, I need your aid with something. It's of the utmost importance." You haven't even made it to the kitchen before Alastor is invading your personal space. His arm is draped around your shoulders and he's bent down in order to mirror your eye level. He's most likely trying to send you on yet another scavenger hunt, at least that's what you call it. Ever since you refused to do any more broadcasts with him he's been making you do outrageous tasks by abusing the deal you share. He always makes you go out and run errands for him, much to your distaste, but nothing of a scavenger hunt level. A 'scavenger hunt' is when the deer sends you on a nearly impossible collection chore in the name of aid and claims it has to be done as soon as possible. You've just started to notice that Alastor only really makes you do these ridiculous things during this time, when the overlord meeting is.

Last year, he had you collect over a hundred and fifty radios. He claimed it had to do with something about his power and didn't elaborate any further than that. You couldn't smell a lie from him, but based on how vague his explanation was, you're almost certain that he had you do that task for no other reason than he wanted you to. It would have been easy if he didn't tell you it had to be over ten pounds - that was over the weight limit to what you were able to summon. Not only that, but each radio had to be different and once you collected them he wanted you to number them by hand in order of weight. It had taken you hours to find and bring the radios back home and a day to organize them. The year before that, he had you aid him with finding a WWII weapon. You thought that it would be easy, but you were wrong. That task took you over three days to complete.

"Can it wait until I've eaten breakfast?" you ask. You are actually quite hungry and would much prefer to eat before having to search for a needle in a haystack.

"My Bell, it is something that simply cannot wait! The 'steaks' are high - I need your aid as soon as possible. You can grab something to eat on your way out," Alastor says as he pushes you towards the front door.

"Just tell me what you want my aid with." You'd rather do what Alastor wished as quickly as possible and get to the point.

Past his grinning face and relaxed body language, you can see he's rushing with his movement. Normally the deer would try and irritate you more rather than being so blunt. You're intrigued by his actions. The only explanation you can think of is he's rushing to get you out of the house before he allegedly has to leave to go to the meeting.

"I need you to find the lowest point in Hell!" His smile beams as he speaks.

Rather than bothering to question this you narrow your eyes into a sharp glare at Alastor, who only chuckles in response. The deer has successfully managed to guide you to the front door with his arm still wrapped around you he opens it.

"Well would you look at the time! I really must be leaving now, do have fun darling. I'll see you later tonight." With that the demonic deer shoves something in your hand before pushing you outside and closing the door in your face. You didn't need to open the door to know he teleported away to the meeting.