A Sinner's Forgiveness (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 2: Hidden Contracts Leads to Crossed Paths

Chapter 2: Hidden Contracts

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It didn't take long for you to arrive at Lucifer's doorstep. Explaining your situation and ambitions was no easy task since Lucifer didn't trust you one bit. He viewed you as a threat to his kingdom, given your closeness to God and experienced background. It was a hard pill to swallow, but the reality was that you could never stand by God's side again. You made a deal with Lucifer by devoting your soul to protecting his bloodline and aiding them with royal duties... all in exchange for developing a rehabilitation system. You learned that you shared similar thoughts as their daughter, however you needed to prove yourself before you could work with the princess. Your abnormal kindness and respect made the deal go much smoother and aroused their interest in you. As a result, for nearly a year you served as a sort of bodyguard/ servant for Lilith during the day, and an assassin for Lucifer at night. During your service, your new Lord and Lady taught you a few new tricks and abilities to help you acclimate to Hell and serve as the best possible guardian you could be. You took upon a fox demon appearance to server as your casual wear. It helped you stand out less as an ex-angel. Lucifer and Lilith gradually understood the extent of your seriousness since you spent your leisure time educating yourself on Hell and their history. Your phenomenal performance greatly pleased your Lord and Lady, and the tasks you flawlessly executed made yourself well known among the streets of hell.

You were called the Devil's Wrath.

A name you obtained after murdering countless gangs that dared to harm Lilith during her business meetings.

A name that quickly became so wide known that even the famed Radio Demon couldn't resist being curious about you.

Alastor was walking down a dangerously sketchy street of Hell in search of his favorite tailor shop. His clothing was completely saturated in blood; a consequence of his messy hunt from earlier. He wished to find Niffty the best materials for repairing his tattered suits and for designing new ones with her. Perhaps he would buy a little extra something so he could sew a special treat to reward all her hard work. Alastor continued to stroll towards the shop as if it were a beautiful sunny day, his signature smile never faltering. He had nothing to worry about since he was an overlord, an especially powerful one that owned this part of the pentagram. A feeling of unsatisfaction lingered inside him despite the large amount of demons he murdered earlier today. Your title kept reappearing in his mind like a broken record. Prey of his recent years have become monotonous to him. It was a numbing routine for him to see demons cower in fear, begging for their life as they tried to desperately escape. He craved something more exciting, something more variable -and hunting someone as powerful as you could possibly appease those desires. Alastor was a megalomaniac, always hungry for dominance and entertainment. But he was no fool either, only fighting battles he knew he could win. He knew that the Devil's Wrath was a force to be reckoned with, maybe even strong enough to topple a few of the current overlords based off the rumors he's torn out of people. He also knew that you were close with the king and queen. You appeared to be a treasured pawn to the rulers, so taking you away from them seemed somewhat risky.

A thunderous crash disturbed him from his tricky thoughts. Alastor's eyes widened when he discovered the source of the ruckus. He recognized that assassin-getup anywhere. You were standing on a bull-like demon whose body was laying over broken glass. You easily overpowered the massive demon despite the obvious size difference. Their navy-blue skin contrasted wonderfully with the ruby blood leaking from the sword embedded in their shoulder. This was a familiar sight for Alastor, a hunter pinning down their prey before going in for the kill. You pulled out your katana with ease and in the same fluid motion, swiftly decapitated the bull's head. Alastor continued to observe your brutality while stretching his smile as your attention finally shifted to him. He was just a few feet away from you.