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Black Coffee 🔞

Chapter 16: The Show Must Go- Oh Fuck You! This Show Ain’t Gotta Do Shit! 🔞

Summary: The finale has arrived. Raise the curtain and cue the orchestra!

(This boy is a monster chapter: over 14k words adding to 29 pages. I can’t express how nice it feels to actually finish something!)

“And so I told Rita that Georgie had never tried a blowjob before, and she plops one right in her lap for him! You should’a seen the look on his face! It was positively adorable!”

“Mistress!” George pouted and whined cutely as you laughed with Flora and Angel. The six of you had been enjoying your time as “camp cooks” over the past week and a half, your submissive clients easily falling for Angel and his cheeky attitude.

“He took it like a champ though! Only had a little whipped cream left on his cheek,” you praised as your chuckles died down, booping the cannibal’s nose as he blushed. Angel smirked and ruffled the man’s hair before washing his hands and heading to the meat locker.

The dimensional freezer was separated into three sections: the largest holding Rosie’s sinner meat for the residents of Cannibal Town, the second largest housing “normal” meat for the hotel residents, and a third smaller area for Alastor’s personal collection. You felt rather spoiled, as he had procured some more of his father’s flesh and bones when you had mentioned dreaming about that creamy marrow. You had such a thoughtful mate.

“Angie, can you grab an extra boar while you’re in there?” Sarah called out as she worked on butchering the pig in front of her. You heard Angel grunt in confirmation before he disappeared inside the locker.

Cooking together had become seamless after the first couple of days, Angel helping to break the ice with his jokes and flair. The sweet little spider was really starting to open up and come out of his shell, and you couldn’t be more pleased. He actually seemed to be hitting it off with Gabriel after the cannibal mentioned he cleaned pools for one of his doms.

Out of all your clients, Gabe was the thirstiest, and Angel ate it up. The cannibal had even offered to clean anything Angel wanted, as his favorite kink was housekeeping in a cute little spandex maid outfit. You had to admit, he pulled it off flawlessly too. You had wondered if maybe Angel might go after Husk, but he’d looked away when you asked, saying he wouldn’t want to ruin their friendship. Which was completely understandable- he definitely needed friends more than anything- supportive friends.

Pointing a stool into existence next to your work station, you sat down and began peeling the potatoes you’d washed. Tonight’s dinner would be suidae sinner, paired with a grimberry sauce, garlic mashed potatoes, cornbread and pickled pinkie fingers. All of the ovens would be working their hardest, but thankfully your team was more than up to task.

After only half an hour the kitchen was smelling like pure heaven, and you excused yourself for a break, leaving your shade to watch your station. Walking through the kitchen door, you padded down the hall to find Alastor.

“Darling, are you around?” Poking your head in his office, you didn’t see him, but as you turned around you were met with his broad chest. Craning your neck, you smiled up at your mate. “There he is- my magic man!” With a flourish of your hand, you stepped back and bowed. You heard him chuckle at your antics before a claw tucked under your chin to raise your head for a kiss.

Alastor was apparently feeling some type of way, pushing you back into his office and against the door once closed. “Well,” kiss, “this is,” another series of dragging kisses before he bit your bottom lip and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Mmm, unexpected.” Your back slid against the wood as he lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Very nice unexpected, though,” you finished, groaning as his lips traveled down your jaw to your throat.

“I’ve missed you, mon cœur…” came his soft reply as he nuzzled his nose at your throat, breathing you in. “We’ve both been far too busy for my tastes.” His hands ran up your sides as your legs tightened around him. Sharp teeth nipped at your shoulder, eliciting a small cry of passion as you rubbed yourself against his stomach. How you craved for your darling mate to take you right there, against his office door where anyone walking by could hear him staking his claim.

“Would you like to come over tonight? I’m finishing up my potion work, so I’ll be free at night from now on.” Your words seemed to please him, the soft fizzle of radio static filled the air around you. “Would you want to stay with me? Until Extermination Day… I wish to spend every free minute I have with my charming little mate, if she wouldn’t be opposed.”

Your heart swelled. You’d never tire of hearing Alastor tell you he wanted you near. You certainly enjoyed having your own space, but spending time with him was the highlight of any day. “I suppose I could be persuaded, if the incentive is enticing enough,” you purred, pressing your nose to his in affection.

Alastor chuckled at that, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, and you pet his hair. “I believe I can think of a few things to entertain you, ma chér,” he breathed against your chest, his tongue gliding lightly along your clavicle. You moaned and wriggled against him, arching your back at the sensation.

You felt more than heard Alastor growl, before a knock came at the door. “Hey, boss! Charlie was wanting to go over some stuff before combat training.”

Alastor sighed against your chest and set you down gently, before calming himself to open the door with a chipper smile. “Husker, my good man! Inform dear Charlie I’ll be there in but a moment,” he curtly dismissed the other man, shutting the door before he could protest.

“Well, it was nice while it lasted,” you said, laughing at the dejected knit of his brow and reached to rub small circles at the crease. Alastor sighed in resignation, taking your hand to kiss the knuckles. “I suppose I’ll see you at dinner?”

Your smile went watery at the gesture, tail wagging happily. “You will. And you can just shadow over whenever you’re done for the day. I have a surprise for you,” you said, pulling his hand close to kiss the palm.

Alastor’s ears drooped, eyes glowing and smile softening as a small bleat escaped. You knew that look- he wanted nothing more than to hug you close and cuddle until existence faded and time ended. You wanted the exact same.

Stepping close, you wrapped your arms around his torso, rubbing your face against his coat. “I can’t wait to hold you again, my love,” you sighed out. You felt his arms wrap around you as he kissed the top of your head. “I’ll see you tonight, mon cœur,” you heard him say, before his shadows stole him away. With a heavy sigh, you walked back to finish up dinner.

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The day had been busy and exhausting once again, and you’d been unable to see Alastor at dinner- the poor man was kept very busy himself with all the extra guests. As you made your way home, you felt a tinge of a familiar aura the closer you got. Uh oh… You knew that aura very well, and it did not feel happy. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself with a pleasant smile.

“Darling! How have you been doi-“

Your body went flying from the punch that met your face. Well, you deserved that one. Rising from the bushes you’d flown into, you dusted yourself off and tried to speak before Velvette was on you again. You dodged as best you could, trying to get as many apologies out as her fists and feet would allow. The doll demon was almost as fast as you on a good day, and today she was furious.

“Extermination anxiety, was it?”

Her demonic tenor rumbled through your chest as you ducked a swinging leg, yelping when caught by her heel as it swung back around.

“Well, if it helps, I am anxious about extermination,” you gave a small chuckle, doing your best to appease your angry friend. You received another punch for your effort, your tail curling as you sailed through the air. Landing roughly on a hip, you were grateful for the extra cushioning- otherwise that could have been much more painful.

“Were you just gonna let me find out on Sinstagram about my best friend gettin’ killed? over her stupid boy toy?! I knew you were a horny bitch, but who joins a war over a little DICK?! What the fuck are you thinking, Y/N?! How stupid can you be?! How am

I supposed to handle that?” Velvette’s voice lowered as angry tears poured from her eyes.

Rising slowly from the grass you’d landed in, you crept towards the angry overlord cautiously. “Well, I was more hoping not to die, but I’m sorry for not telling you, Vel. It wasn’t something I was at liberty to talk about at the time. But Vel, I’m not just doing this for Alastor- I believe in Princess Morningstar. While the very idea of redemption is completely absurd to me, I believe she can make a better Hell. I’m fighting for her- for a better future, where we won’t have to worry about exterminations anymore. Isn’t that worth fighting for?”

You were trying your best not to cry with Velvette- you could never handle seeing your loved ones crying very well. You were an arms length away when the doll rushed into your arms and crushed you in her embrace. “I could spit, I’m so mad at you!” Velvette sobbed into your neck and you cooed, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her forehead. A grunt and hiss left your lips when she gave one last halfhearted punch to your tit, right in the nipple- she did know how to hit a woman where it hurts.

“I love you Vel,” you said, rubbing your nose against her cheek. The other demon deflated and hugged you back, her slight weight falling into you.

Bending down, you picked your friend up bridal style and carried her the rest of the way to your home. You’d had to point the door open, refusing to let Velvette go in her state, before bringing her up the narrow staircase and into your bathroom to clean up. You were the dirtier party, of course- your darling doll never pulled her punches.

Pointing to your shower, it transformed into your large tub and filled itself. You chose to add a bit of lavender and eucalyptus before adding blood bubbles- a favorite of Velvette’s from Snatch and Bawdy Works. The other demon didn’t move from your arms once, her face cradled in your neck.

“Hey, little Miss, let’s get us cleaned up and pretty again, and then we can make some popcorn and cuddle up to a movie. What do ya say?” Your offer made the demon in your arms chuckle and tighten her hold around your neck.

“Sometimes I wish I was gay, cause you really are the best girlfriend,” she said, kissing your cheek before moving herself out of your hold. You laughed at her comment. “Darling, even if you were gay, you’re not really my type, and I’m fairly certain I wouldn’t be yours.”

Velvette grinned at that, giving a soft punch to your arm as she zapped out of her clothes and got in the tub, a contented sigh leaving her lips. You brushed the debris from your hair before zapping yourself out of your clothes to join Velvette.

You both soaked for a while, letting your muscles and wounds rest and heal from the short fight. Fight really wouldn’t be an accurate description- utter ass kicking is more like it.

“You really think Princess Sunshine and Rainbows has a shot at winning this?” Velvette’s voice was soft, almost childlike in her vulnerability. You looked her in the eye, hoping to convey what little confidence you had. “I do. She has the entirety of Cannibal town behind her, and with the weapons she’s procured, I have reason to believe it will be quite a sound victory.”

Velvette regarded you, searching for any sign of falsehood, before sighing. She rose to get out of the tub while you dipped your head under the water to rinse out your conditioner.

You were wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel when Velvette walked back in, carrying a package that was about a third of the size of her, and set it down on your vanity bench. “If you’re going to throw yourself into a war, you’re gonna be dressed for it,” she said, her lips turning up in a wicked grin.

Your ears pricked and tail wagged in interest as you walked to open your gift. Sitting on top of a deep purple material was a pair of sharp, pointed metal ballet slippers- your eyes flew up to look at Velvette’s grinning face. “Is this…”

“Angelic steel battle shoes, courtesy of the weapons queen herself. I had to apologize to the old windbag for a little misunderstanding to get the design and steel, but now we’re almost friendly- which is good for business at least.” Velvette pulled out the purple fabric- a full bodysuit with short sleeves, draping it over your vanity to reach for what was underneath. “This,” she pulled out a black under-bust corset with thick shoulder straps and an inverted pentagram across the chest. “Is your new best friend. Dragon leather for flexibility, the pentagram is spelled to keep the twins in place, and this,” she ran her hand over the shining silver tiles that made up the hourglass front panel, “is angelic kevlar. Designed it myself,” she said proudly.

You couldn’t help the tears that fell at your friend’s thoughtfulness. “Oh Vel, this is just… It’s beautiful, sweetie! Thank you so much,” you said, wrapping her in your arms and rubbing your cheek against hers in affection. The doll demon laughed and hugged you back, rubbing at an ear and earning a happy yelp with wagging tail.

“Let’s try it on to make sure everything is right. I might need to adjust the spell on the shoes. I know I’ve put you in some crazy shit before, but these bad boys look like hell on heels,” Velvette said, chuckling a bit at your excited face.

It had been a few years since you’d danced any ballet, and it took a moment to regain your posture. You stumbled a couple of times from the sheer weight of the weapons, but as the metal clanked against the wood of your floor, you gained confidence. The battle suit made you feel powerful. Absolutely lethal and unbelievably sexy.

You danced and spun around Velvette as she laughed at your antics. “I’m not gonna lie, I can see why Carmilla wears these all the time. I feel like a tall goddess in these things!” With one last twirl, you leaned over and kissed Velvette’s cheek, throwing your arms around her in a warm embrace. She laughed and kissed your hair before resting her forehead on yours, her eyes soft.

“I love you, you weird, antiquated, masochistic puppy dog. I don’t want to lose you,” she spoke quietly.

Ears drooping and tail wagging, you nuzzled your cheek against hers. “I feel so spoiled, my sweet Velvette! Clothes, cuddles, and an ‘I love you’? I should go off to battle more often,” you teased.

Velvette let out an annoyed huff, her eyes looking away as a light blush dusted her cheeks. “Yeah, well don’t go getting yourself killed. I swear on Satan’s abs, if you die I’ll find a way to bring you back and kick your ass.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that spilled forth at that, leaning on your friend to keep yourself upright in your new weapons. “Well, if it’s on Satan’s abs, I know you mean business.” Your chuckles died down and you zapped yourself out of your battle outfit and into a loose lavender nightie that fell just below the thigh.

Settling onto the bed, the two of you flipped through channels in search of something good to watch. Velvette perked up and gestured for you to scroll down.

““Ghostfuckers: The Musical!”” You both squealed together, and the night was decided.

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When saying goodnight, Velvette gave you one last tight hug, reminding you of her promise to kick your ass if you got yourself killed, before kissing your cheek and walking away. You watched her disappear in the distance, leaning on the dilapidated doorframe with a sentimental sigh. That demon liked to act like tough shit, but when she gave her rare love, it was given completely.

You walked up the stairs and through the bedroom to open your realm of darkness- it was turning out to be quite a long day. But it was worth it.

Your potions were almost complete; all that was left was to add your venom. Your shade pulled away from you, your favorite blade in their hand, and you lifted your nightie for them. A scream tore from your throat as your shade cut a one inch thick strip of flesh from your rump- you would need fresh flesh in order to milk your fangs properly, and what better flesh to use than your own?

Panting and purring, you took your meat from your shade with grateful thanks, receiving an amorous chirp and nuzzling before they zoomed off to play and gossip with your little darklings. You weren’t entirely sure if they understood what your shadow said to them, but they enjoyed being around their matriarch nonetheless.

You felt your mate shadowing in to your abode, and paused your work to greet him. Your shade zoomed out as you closed your realm, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at their eagerness. If someone had told you not a year ago that you’d be excitedly greeting a mate (the radio demon no less), and your shade would be on board, you’d laugh in their face and run away as fast as you could.

“Good evening, my darling! Are you hungry?” You asked as you moved to walk down your stairs.

You were caught by surprise when Alastor bellowed his mating call and shadowed up to kiss you, his body pushing you into the wall beside you. His hands roamed and squeezed at any fat they found, his cock pressing into your stomach.

“Oh I hunger, my Vixen, but my appetite is for a different delicacy at the moment,” he growled and nipped at your ear, his hands still roaming- seeking.

You yelped when his claws found your fresh wound, and his smile grew sinister. “Why are you bleeding, mon cœur?” He hunched to lick along your jawline and you moaned low, thighs clenching against the slick pooling in your underwear.

“Ahh… there’s that sweet spice,” Alastor sighed, practically purring as he nuzzled against your throat.

“Mmm… Just a bit of flesh to help with my work. Did my darling miss his mate?” You cooed at your lover’s display and raised a leg to rub along his frame. His hand caught your thigh, and static filled the air around you as he lowered himself to his knees, his glowing eyes never leaving yours.

“Allow me to demonstrate just how much, my demoness?”

Oh how badly you wanted to let him, but alas.

“Fuck… I very much want you to continue, my love, but I’m in the midst of finishing my potions.”

A screech left your throat as your mate bit into your thigh, taking a chunk of meat with a groan. His eyes closed and he sighed as he chewed, leaning his head beside the wound. He planted a soft kiss to it before running his nose up your thigh and over your soaked panties, taking in the scent of your arousal with a low growl of static. Oh how evil this demon could be… Or perhaps it was you being the cruel one. Well, in all truth, you were both true demons.

“Do you happen to have any venison in the fridge? I am actually rather famished,” Alastor said, chuckling as he released you and stood to give you a gentle, grateful kiss. How you loved to see and taste your blood on his lips; how badly you wanted to spirit him away, surprise him with his new little bayou and keep him trapped forever.

“I do. There’s plenty, and I also brought home some leftover cornbread if you like.” Alastor’s face lit up (you’d have to remember that recipe) and he kissed you once more before heading downstairs.

With a contented hum, you went back to your work, opening your realm and settling your shadows from the disturbance. Your shade must have joined Alastor and his own- your violent little darlings missed them, swirling around you and sniffing. Thankfully only two kept growling at Alastor’s scent- they’d learn to accept him (eventually). You wondered idly if they would get along with his shadow any easier if yours helped introduce them.

Gathering your thoughts, you built up your venom- using all those moments of desire for a death. The death of the one at the end of your fangs. It took several minutes of concentration, and when finally you felt you had the right sensation, you bent over the bowl on the workbench, bringing your cooling flesh to your lips, and sank your fangs into the thin layer. There. It was an odd sensation- almost like a condom during intercourse. You spent several doses of venom, pushing for more, but yielding nothing more.

After pulling your fangs from the spent flesh, you checked the amount of liquid gathered. You may need to try again later- it may not be quite enough, but you would deal with that if you needed to.

You went to work processing the venom, spending a bit too much magick as you infused it with each poultice, salve and potion. Thank Satan you had enough for everything; you weren’t sure you had enough energy to do any more.

Your little darlings went to work packing up everything and you thanked them for their effort before heading to your bedroom.

Alastor was already sitting up on the extended mattress, legs stretched out as he read a book. You felt so warm and content when you saw this domestic side of your mate. He was home.

He looked up when you finished sealing your realm and walked over to flop onto the bed with a tired huff. Chuckling, he carded his claws through your hair in a slow and gentle rhythm as soft jazz filled the air.

“Come here, mon cœur,” you heard him say as he pulled the blankets back, laying himself down, and you crawled lazily under them. Curling and wriggling into his side, you gave a contented purr. As you drifted into sleep, he dragged his claws through your hair and rested his chin between your ears. You felt so safe and warm; you never wanted to lose this- lose him.

Your dreams were filled with music, dancing and blood rain. When you woke, you felt much better- milking your venom and potion infusion took a lot of energy out of you, but your recovery was much like recovery from injury; it would heal within a couple of hours. You were surprised to be waking so early after such a long day though.

“How are you feeling, mon cœur?” Alastor’s soft voice caught your attention, his fingers combing through your hair. You were so incredibly comfortable.

“Mmm… very happy to wake up to such a sweet face. Did you sleep at all?” You leaned in to brush your lips against his, and he groaned as he pulled you closer.

“I don’t require regular sleep cycles, but resting with my beautiful mate in my arms is incredibly energizing,” he said, brushing the back of his fingers along the side of your face.

Leaning in to his touch, you gently nipped at his fingers, and static buzzed around you. Alastor’s eyes glowed down at you as his smile quirked. “You know exactly what you do to me, don’t you, my little Vixen,” he purred, pushing his hips into yours to let you know just how you were making him feel.

Your predators eyes flashed up to his, and you made a show of sticking your tongue out to glide its way up and off a finger. “You’re not the only one able to read people, my darling, deadly overlord,” you replied, a wicked grin streaking across your face.

Alastor’s eyes began to bleed into black, and your grin grew wider. “I believe I remember someone saying he was hungry, and this chef has her oven all warmed up,” you spoke low, running your foot over his leg to hook your thigh over his hip.

With a low growl, your lover wrapped his arms around you to squeeze your ass and pull you against his rigid erection. “I want to tear into you and breed you until all you can say is my name.”

His words had you whining and wriggling against him, rubbing your soaked pussy along his length. Your panties were drenched, the fabric rubbing against your clit felt just delightful. Judging from the low growling moans your mate was producing, and the way he rolled his hips into you, he was enjoying himself as well.

A tentacle slid from behind him to glide up your leg, and Alastor used a claw to carefully slice down the center of your panties before you felt the limb rub up the length of your slit. The moan that poured from your throat would have won you an award if you’d been filming. Satan, he knew exactly what to do to make you lose control. Your body was blissfully alight, sparking with pleasure.

“Would you like me to use this on you, my little Vixen?”

His voice was deep, almost demonic as he opened his drooling maw and bit a chunk of meat from your bicep, a lascivious moan leaving his throat as he chewed.

You screeched and bucked your hips; the mixture of pain, pleasure and love had your head reeling in infernal ecstasy!

“Fuck… Yes Ala- haaah!” Your words were cut short as the tentacle slithered its way into your cunt, the texture odd but incredibly stimulating. Oh, how this demon set your very soul ablaze!

“Say my name, Y/N… Let me hear that sweet voice of yours,”

came the demonic tenor. Alastor drug his long tongue along your shoulder and up your neck as he fucked you with his tentacle, slowly widening the girth of the appendage until you were screaming for him. His deft fingers slid over, around and against your clit as your hips rolled into his limbs.

“Alastor… Alastor Alastor Aaahh! Darling, I want to- Please, my buck… Please pleasepleaseplease- hah!” Your mind was reeling in ecstasy- you couldn’t think straight even if you wanted to. You were so close!

You felt the tentacle leave you, and you cried out in frustration, your claws raking down your cruel mate’s arms as desperation filled you. Tears pricked in your eyes, and Alastor cooed down at you. He seemed to be really enjoying himself, his eyes deep black pits, smile wide and sinister as black blood dripped down his lips.

He ripped your nightgown down the middle and you felt him line himself up before his teeth clamped down on your throat as he thrust forcefully into your wet, pulsing heat. You screamed as he took you, that delicious burning stretch his cock provided sent you whirling over the edge. Squirting over him, your back arched as you spasmed around him, and he gave a distorted, rumbling snarl into your throat as he pounded relentlessly into you.

Your body went limp as he moved within you, your overstimulated cries fueling the speed of his hips.

“My sweet little Vixen…”

Hips stuttering, he licked at the wound on your throat before rising to look down at your flushed face.

One hand gripped your shoulder, the other pressing flat over your womb- holding your twitching body in place as he slowed his pace with powerful, controlled thrusts. Vaguely you felt glad he held you so, otherwise your head would be half way through the headboard by now. Your mind began coming back to blissful reality and you moaned out your lover’s name- that wonderful pressure was building again.

Unable to move your torso, you circled and ground your hips as best you could to eagerly meet his thrusts. Alastor leaned to cover you as he bottomed out, grinding into you and roaring in pleasure as his seed spurt, molten hot within you. Your mouth fell open from all the sensations coursing through your being, your hips wriggling to try and gain just a little more friction- just a bit more... Almost…

You both growled and whined all at once, your cunt pulsing and clenching in a final orgasm as you bit into Alastor’s shoulder. Your entire body curled and clenched around his, your claws piercing into his back as you pulled him as close as possible.

Sighing moans slid from your throat as you released your fangs, purring and nuzzling into his neck as he held your body against his.

“I had a surprise all planned out to reveal, but I suppose it’s better late than never,” you chuckled out lightly against his skin, breathing in his heady scent as you both worked to catch your breath.

“I had rather thought this was the surprise,” came the sly reply. “There’s no welcome quite like your lovely mate walking down the stairs in her negligee, the enticing scent of her blood on the air. Oh, and how cruel she was to make me wait. Truly a challenging game of testing one’s self control! Why, you have given me the greatest of erotic surprises, ma chér,” he purred, peppering sweet kisses along the marks on your heated flesh.

You laughed at that, cupping a soft ear in your hand to bring to your lips in a gentle kiss. “My darling, if you thought I was just gonna surprise you with a sexy outfit, well… yeah, actually, you’d be right there, but this was just a throw on for some girl time with Vel earlier. I had something a bit more to your tastes arranged. In fact, if you’re feeling up to moving, we still have time for what I had hoped to enjoy with you.” You finished your proposal with a rubbing of noses. “If you’d rather rest, it will keep.”

Alastor’s eyes grew excited, his smile turning almost boyish in his anticipation. “Surprise, please!” He exclaimed, nibbling at your cheek in affection, and you giggled at the adorable display. “But that being said, you could wear a paper bag and it would be the loveliest outfit- because it was draped over this lovely flesh.” He leaned up to nip at an ear as his claws ran down your arm and you gave a yelp, blushing in joy.

Rising from the huge bed, you draped your sheer black dressing gown around yourself and grabbed the new red silk robe you’d gotten for him. His ears pricked when you held it up for him to curl into, kissing your cheek in gratitude before brushing his lips against yours. You hummed into the kiss before grabbing a large hand, leading him through the bathroom to a green drawn door on the wall behind your shower.

His lovely crimson eyes widened in glee. As you went over how to use the hidden realm door, he listened attentively and when you held your hand out to show him the correct flow of energy, he held his out to mirror the action, and your energies mingled. The feel of your demonic tendrils intertwining, dancing with and around each other was one of the most beautiful sensations you’d been lucky enough to experience. Your heart swelled with love- while you were certain you could live without this demon beside and around you, you never wanted to have to. You’d never felt so wanted- so loved and safe. You wanted to stay like that forever, your mate holding you in one arm as your energy swirled together. It just felt so… intimate…

When Alastor successfully unlocked the realm door, a whooping cheering crowd sounded, and you laughed at just how cute such a dangerous demon could be. The door popped and creaked open for him to walk curiously through. “I’ll be through in a moment, my darling,” you spoke, running your fingers over his back through the fine silk of his robe. You noticed him hesitate a moment, before devious understanding flashed in his heated gaze, and he nodded before walking through.

You took a moment to straighten yourself up and zap on the cute new corset set you’d bought down in Lust awhile back, making sure to keep your mate’s seed right where he’d left it. It was perfect for your darling demon! Crimson and coral pinstripes formed a gorgeous silhouette, little black bows with coral gems gradually grew in size up the center seam, leading to the largest bow at the center of the sweetheart top. Black panties and coral garter accents attached to your sheer black stockings- thin black strips down the back of your legs accentuated the tall black stilettos. You thought the shoes were fucking adorable- they had little red hoof prints on the bottom! The whole ensemble just screamed, ‘This dame belongs to the Radio Demon.’

Pulling your sheer dressing gown over your outfit, you zapped your hair back to only semi bedraggled- a little bed head goes a long way! Knocking gently on the door before walking in, your heart melted when you saw Alastor laying in the simulated moonlight, eyes closed as he rested. You noticed his ears flicking in your direction and his eyes opened to take you in.

Rising to sit up, his eyes glowed as he held his hand out to beckon you to him, and you obeyed with a soft, warm smile. You stepped in front of him, your fluffy tail swishing as you let the dressing gown slide slowly off your form.

You heard his breath hitch as he took in every inch of your body, lingering on the wetness between your thighs and swallowing hard when your eyes met, his ears drooping cutely. “Oh, mon cœur…” his face was beet red, but he reached out, and you stepped close to him- close enough for those sharp claws to drag over the coral garter fasteners.

“I must admit I was wrong, mon cœur. This is most definitely a superior surprise… All of this; the bayou, the fireflies, the moonlight…” His hands reached for your hips and pulled you down to straddle his lap. Those lovely eyes shone with romance as he leaned in, just begging for those soft lips to be captured. Who were you to deny such a sweet face?

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you felt his hands brush your hair behind a shoulder, fingers lightly tracing down the exposed skin of your back. His lips captured yours and your aura flared in a call to his, and he responded with a contented sigh. His aura flared around you and wrapped you in his very essence, and you felt your shade split from you to dance off with his own. ‘My sweet mate…’ Your thoughts were of nothing but him- his eyes, his nose, those soft lips and sharp teeth. The sweet sounds he released brought you such an aching joy! How could love hurt so sweetly?

“Thank you, Y/N… For this, for… for loving me. This… I never would have expected to desire a sexually intimate relationship, much less a romantic one, but here you are… My murderous, moonlit belle…”

Was he tearing up? Oh, how sweet your darling was! You smiled softly to him and kissed him gently, your hands stroking his cheeks, his ears, his hair and neck.

“I have one more gift for you tonight, my darling. If you wish to receive it, that is,” you spoke softly, nuzzling into his throat. You heard a happy bleat and giggled- he was just too cute for your own good. “I can’t imagine anything better than this,” he replied, his fingers playing with the little miniature bows of the corset. “Short of covering you in my seed, this is the loveliest outward signal that you belong to me,” he purred, nuzzling and kissing into your hair.

“I’d like to give you my pelt,” you said, your smile buttery as you watched him melt before you. You were met with a crushing embrace and happy bleats as Alastor rubbed his cheek over your hair. You laughed happily as he snuggled you, your tail thumping in joy from all the affection you were receiving.

“May I be selfish and ask for two?” Alastor rubbed his nose over yours, and you quirked a curious brow. “Of course, my darling. One for the hotel, and one for your house?” You cocked your head in question, and he blushed before he answered.

“One for my home, and one for… personal use.”

Your smile grew wicked. “Oh?”

You felt your buck tense just a bit as he fought to push through his embarrassment, and your heart melted. “My season will be coming up in a few months, and while it’s never been anything more than a foul mood before, I am… uncertain how I may react now that I have someone I wish to be with… intimately. I would like to be able to surround myself with the scent of my mate without worrying about… ruining your lovely gift… should that be how my body reacts,” he explained, his eyes focusing on the top bow of your corset as he fidgeted with it.

“You really do have a scent kink, my beautiful mate.” You laughed and hugged Alastor close.

“Oh you have no idea, my Vixen. Why, remember our first night together?” You nodded, eyes half-lidded as you regarded him. “Just the scent of your arousal in your undergarments made me want to forget all about flaying in favor of breeding you into the dirt once I’d caught hold of you. I will confess, I even felt the need to relieve myself with the scent of your clothing as you recovered, but thankfully self control won out. Oh, but it was difficult…” His eyes were closed as he reminisced.

“When I saw you, so graceful, strong and proud- leaping through the branches, so sure of foot. Why, I just had to worship this lovely hell bound goddess of Wrath! Anything she may ask of me, I would endeavor to deliver.”

You were certain you were beet red at the confession- Satan damn it all, you could never get enough of this demon!

Alastor opened his eyes, his smile soft as he took in your drooping, lovestruck features. Cupping your cheek, he brought you in for a series of small dragging kisses before you pulled away to grin up at him.

“We don’t have the whole day this time, but would you like an encore of that fun little chase before flaying, my darling?”

He didn’t need to answer, his antlers doing that for him. Sliding off his lap to rise slowly in a show, you zapped a quick ‘stay put’ spell to your tall stilettos and swished your tail for him, wicked grin spread wide on your poison lips. Oh you definitely had his attention.

“Come and get me, my lovely buck…”

And you sped off.

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The Eve of Extermination

“Well, I think that’s all of the nursing stations filled. Has everyone received their weapons?”

You watched Husk nod to Charlie and the group grew silent. This was the worst part of preparing- the waiting. Not having a single clue as to whether or not everything you’d been working for would have any effect over the outcome. Whether tomorrow would be your last day of existence, whether the friends you’d made would exist after the battle or…

‘Fuck, this is not helping, Vix. Just try to calm down.’ This had become almost a mantra for you as the day came closer, and the buzzing dread that invaded your being just seemed to only grow. You subtly pinched at your wrist, the slight pain helping to ground you in your spiral.

“Perhaps you should give a speech, Charlie dear. Rally the troops, so to say!” Alastor’s jovial suggestion broke the silence, and Charlie turned nervous. Vaggie placed a reassuring hand on her forearm, and the taller demon softened as their eyes met before she set her jaw and straightened her shoulders.

When the crowd was gathered, Alastor tapped on Charlie’s shoulder, offering her his microphone cane with a soft smile. With grateful eyes, she took it and stepped up, every inch the future queen of Hell.

“Hello, I want to thank everyone for coming. Even people who aren’t staying here yet. Cherri…” she glanced over to the smirking woman.

“Look, I can’t resist a fight, OK? Especially when I get to tag team with this fuckhead!” She wrapped an arm around Angel, and the spider smiled warmly as he held her back. Charlie smiled at the sweet gesture before continuing.

“Tomorrow, the exorcist angels will face a Hell ready to defend itself and win!”

“Yeah! Yeah we will! Tell ‘em, baby!” Vaggie cheered excitedly for Charlie, and your heart swelled at the adorable way she gushed over her partner. They were just so cute!

Charlie perked up, gaining confidence knowing her love was there to encourage her. “Yes! And we are going to- - we are going to win! But… innn case we don’t… I want you all to know that getting to know you has been the biggest honor of my life. Whatever redemption really means, I know you all tried. I have seen the good in all of you, and it’s… and I… I’m just.. I love you all, so much… and- and live tonight however you want, because-“

“We’re all gonna die! Hahahahaha!” Niffty declared gleefully, and you snorted. How that little demon could make you laugh! That’s right… If you were going to die, you would at least get to have some fun along the way! Your smile grew sinister as you began imagining all the ways you could cut down your enemies with your new weapons. You’d received two angelic short blades, and combined with your battle shoes (that you’d been practicing with while in Alastor’s room), you would be absolutely lethal to your adversaries.

Everyone else seemed more disturbed by Niffty’s hilarious interruption, and Vaggie worked to release the tension, clapping her hands together.

“Alright! Let’s give it up for not dying! Love not dying!” Her attempt was falling a bit flat, but you couldn’t help but love her for it.

“…Drinks?”

That got everyone cheered up and moving back in to party in the hotel.

Charlie handed Alastor back his cane with a thank you, and he patted her head fondly as he took it back. You watched everyone walking into the hotel, feeling a bit outside of your body, before Alastor turned his lovely eyes to you. He stretched his arm out, warm hand open and inviting, and you took it- the sensation of him, of something real… something to hold on to… it helped.

The crowd had already dispersed, and your mate pulled you into his warm embrace. Soft jazz began playing, and you melted into his hold, rubbing your face into his coat as your ears pinned.

“Would you like to go home, mon cœur?” His soft voice helped to ground you further, and you focused on just breathing. His warm scent filled your senses as he just held you. A practice in patience, you were certain, but oh how wonderful he was. Claws dragged down your back in a light scratch and you sighed at the sensation.

“Just a little harder, please.”

How glad you felt to have a mate who knew you so well. He could have made a crude joke (which could be okay sometimes), made any number of unwanted advances, but not your darling. He immediately obeyed, rubbing his cheek against your hair as he pulled you closer and increased the pressure of his slow scratches.

You focused on your breathing, on the feeling of your mate surrounding you and the feel of his claws digging and dragging. “Would you mind very much if I retired early tonight? I still very much want to stay with you, and I will make a short appearance in the festivities, but I’m afraid my brain is being a brat,” you chuckled out, resting your forehead against the inverted cross at his chest.

Alastor hummed, pausing his scratching to manifest a lit blunt for you to take. You took the offering with a grateful smile and began working on it as he went back to his scratching.

“Darling, you don’t need to push yourself. If you would rather just retire, then you should. Perhaps a nice swim would feel good?”

How you loved your darling demon. “How do you know exactly how to set me right?” The question was more to yourself, and your overlord knew it. He just watched you with a soft smile, scratching and petting your long hair as his aura wrapped you in that wonderful feeling of safety. “I’d like to say goodnight to everyone, maybe grab a drink with Angie and Cherri before I retire,” you said, handing the significantly smaller blunt back to Alastor. He finished it off and vanished the ashes before offering his arm.

Smiling to your love, you took his arm, and the two of you disappeared into the lobby.

“I mean, personally I’m excited. It’s been a long time since I stabbed anyone and really meant it, you know what I mean?” Vaggie was cheerfully talking to Charlie, and you gave them both a pat on their shoulders before heading to the bar. It looked like the group had already begun working on the liquor supply.

“Cheers, bitches!” Cherri handed you a drink, and you accepted with a wide grin.

“Cheers, darling!” You raised your glass to clink with the others. “Yeah!” Even Husk was feeling spirited, it would seem. Angel raised his cup to join, contributing a jovial, “here’s to us!”

Sir Pentious rose to tower slightly over your small group and raised his cup to cheer out, “here’ss to being alive today, and not dying tomorrow!”

Well, that you had to agree with. Laughing at the snake demon’s cheerful bravado, you clinked his glass with the others and roamed over to take a seat at the far end of the bar. Giving a soft kiss to your hair, Alastor left to take care of whatever he needed to take care of, and you sighed, finally relaxing a bit more. You wanted to just take in the moment and try to think of the camaraderie, instead of the constant aching dread.

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”

You watched as the small family mingled, and worked on your drink. It tasted like a mix of tequila, gin and some sort of syrup- perhaps strawberry? It was definitely strong, and you flagged Husk down to order another two before downing it. Husk gave you a look, and gave you your order, patting your shoulder in an attempt at reassurance, and you gave him a grateful nod and smile. Ears flicking, you listened to your friends as they talked around you.

“Last day of afterlife and you’re not off snortin’ a line off some hunk’s abs?” Husk genuinely seemed impressed.

“Ehh, ya fucked one cannibal pool boy, you fucked ‘em all,” he replied, and you snorted, trying to keep yourself from spitting out your second drink. Angel chuckled at your reaction, and Husk gave him a soft smile.

“I guess you have changed,” he said, his eyes proud, and was there a hint of attraction in there? Your inner matchmaker was squirming to play, but this relationship, be it platonic or romantic, would evolve just fine on its own. The two men obviously cared for each other.

Angel softened before an almost wicked grin overtook his features. “Hey, Charlie said live tonight however we wanted… so pour me a fresh one, and let’s get ta livin’!”

Oh what a sweet soul he was. Seeing Angel genuinely open up and allow himself vulnerability with his cherished ones warmed your heart in a way that was almost healing to your own soft parts.

Turning your attention to Cherri, you noticed a very nervous looking Pentious slithering up to shoot his shot. Oh, now this would be good.

“Misss Bomb…?” He started, his eyes darting as he did his best to overcome that crippling shyness. “Cherri?”

“Yeah?” She seemed almost bored, and you smirked. She was a hard egg to crack, for sure. You were certain Pentious would never try anything untoward, but Cherri would kick his ass into another life if he ever did. That woman was a powerhouse.

“I want to tell you… that I…”

Oh, this poor little danger noodle. He was down bad for the beauty. You locked eyes with Charlie as Vaggie began dragging her off. You could practically see little hearts floating out of the sweet princess as she eagerly watched Pentious attempt his confession.

“I love… I’d love to wish you good luck in the battle ahead.” Well, it was a step at least. He was trying, and he was being respectful while doing so. It was honestly quite striking to you- the change in him. You’d been witness to many turf wars over the decades, constantly moving your dimensional home in order to keep away from all that drama.

What you had seen of the Victorian demon was an angry man-child with an inferiority complex that reached violent heights. He’d treated everyone and everything as an enemy- a threat. The demon standing before Cherri now was a completely different person. His energy, albeit very nervous, was open, seeking as he tried to connect with the others around him.

Cherri regarded the snake demon, deciding he was being honest in his approach. “Okay.”

Pentious blushed, looking down to gather his courage before raising his gaze to meet hers. “You are… Have always been… a mosst worthy opponent. With the mosst… brilliant explosssive contraptions I’ve ever sseen.”

‘Awww’ Now this was just absolutely adorable! Whether or not Cherri decided to go for it, you would be secretly shipping it.

Taken aback, Cherri slowly softened into an almost sweet smile. “Uh… thanks?”

Oh, that snake was done for. “Anyway, I guesss- … please don’t die tomorrow okay bye!”

The poor panicking demon quickly made his exit, quite obviously overwhelmed from the interaction. Fucking cute as fuck!

You saw Angel sidle up next to the woman, a sly yet nonchalant expression on his features. You knew that look. Someone was in matchmaker mode.

“Ya know, you could totally tap that,” he commented, his face a vision of neutrality.

Cherri snorted at that, looking after the retreating snake demon. “Tss, don’t be gross,” she replied.

The two of them slurped at their drinks, and you gave Husk a gesture of cheers in the air before you both finished your drinks together. You ordered another one and began working on your third. The alcohol was beginning to hit and you felt a pleasant release in your shoulders as your body further relaxed.

Angel was completely undeterred by the shorter demon’s comment, used to her crass manner of speaking- it was part of her charm.

“Cuz, you know, I hear he’s got two dicks.”

Damn, talk about hook, line and sinker. You couldn’t help but wonder how he’d gotten Alastor to approach you, because fuck that spider knew how to sell a date!

That had certainly caught Cherri’s attention. You could see the gears turning in her head as her aversion turned to fascination.

“Huh…” A smirk crept its way up her lips as she turned to look at the retreating snake. Oh Angel, that sly devil. You caught his eye and you shared a knowing, wicked grin.

When finished with your drink, you waved goodbye to everyone and walked away from the bar. You made sure to say short goodbyes to Flora and Ethel, and made your way to the kitchen. Your team had pre-made sandwiches and desserts that morning- you had a large stock for the next few days. You doubted anyone would feel like fixing food while trying to fight or heal.

As you walked down the hall, you allowed yourself to exhale that final breath you’d been holding. Alone at last. You loved your friends, but you definitely required a battery recharge after a lot of social interaction- and a month long battle camp assignment counted double, maybe triple social interaction.

Humming a soft tune, you grabbed a couple of sandwiches and a slice of pecan pie. You would offer your flesh tonight, but it was always good to have other options. As you turned to leave, you bumped into the broad chest of your mate. He really enjoyed sneaking up on people.

Looking up, you noticed what looked to be a delightfully macabre crown of roaches atop his head.

“Your majesty,” you chuckled out, giving a small bow. “I adore the new jewelry, my love. Is that a gift from dear Niffty?”

With a sentimental huff, Alastor shrugged his shoulders. “I have been dubbed King Roach,” he said, a small hint of pride in his tone, and you couldn’t help the warm smile. Such a teddy bear…

“May I request my queen’s company?” Those crimson eyes glowed down at you, and you melted.

“I love you, you big goofball,” you replied, reaching your free hand to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch, covering your hand with his.

“Before we go, how hungry are you? I was thinking that, should you desire, you may eat your fill of my flesh. It’s a special occasion, after all. Sure, the world’s not ending, but we’ve got a big day tomorrow and-“

Soft lips silenced your offer as Alastor kissed you- a gentle reassurance. “Tonight, ma chér, I want to take care of you. There is no tomorrow…”

Alastor snapped your food into stasis and you felt his shadows swallow you up, taking you to his room. Such a convenient power- you’d been attempting it for several weeks with no luck, but who knows, maybe someday.

“What do you need, mon cœur?” His soft voice at your ear soothed your frazzled nerves. You could never tell just how tense you’d been until given the opportunity and space to decompress.

You took a moment to take stock of your body; there were a few areas that felt almost numb, and you sighed as you deflated. There was no hiding or masking around your darling, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Can we just lay down and rest?”

Shadows surrounded you and you found yourself in his bed, cradled in the strong arms of your mate. Nuzzling and snuffling into your hair, your darling carded his claws through the long strands, down your arms.

It was pure comfort Alastor was offering. His hands just kept running through your hair in gentle motions, scraping his claws down your back as he went- grounding you. He silently watched you as soft, crackling jazz played. His aura folded around you, his shadow wrapping you completely in their embrace.

Cocooned in his essence, the soft pressure of his body and shade brought such comfort. Your own shadow split to curl around you all, chirping as they wriggled and snuggled in. Alastor chuckled at their antics and kissed their cheek.

You tried to sleep, honest you did. As the hours passed you watched each other, your thoughts swirled in dread of the what ifs. Alastor stayed right next to you, his presence an anchor for you to hold on to. He was so patient with you, and you would spend an eternity showing him just how grateful you were to him for his gentle manner.

“Would you like breakfast, my dearest?” He pet your hair as you stretched yourself out, a few bones cracking as you moaned.

“I don’t feel hungry, but I would like to have something to occupy my hands. Would you want to join me in baking something? I think I’d like to knead some dough,” you said, offering a soft smile as you moved to get out of bed.

Alastor’s smile softened on you and he moved to follow. He zapped himself into his usual suit as you wrapped your sheer red dressing gown over your black nightgown. You worked on brushing the tangles from your hair to tie it back, and Alastor took over the task as he hummed along to the soft music he played while you relaxed under his touch. He braided your long hair, planting a gentle kiss to your shoulder when finished.

You spent the morning baking an army’s worth of danish pastries, the scent of almond and vanilla drawing in early risers who roamed the halls. You felt so at home like this, working alongside your darling in the charming antique kitchen he’d magicked, exchanging light jabs and kisses, gentle touches and nuzzles.

When finished, Alastor snapped the pastries packed and in the lobby for guests to take when coming down, and you made your way back to his room to get ready. The warm water of the shower helped to clear away the cobwebs in your mind; the stream beating against your skin brought a focus to you that worked to wake your senses.

Alastor had gone to speak with Charlie and finalize any last minute arrangements. You zapped your battle suit on, bending down to double check the shoes were secured before you heard speaker interference from behind you, a smirk tugging on your lips.

“Do you like my present from Velvette? My darling doll made this for me, and I’ve been refreshing my ballet skills.”

You felt his hands gliding over the stretched fabric as you rose and turned to meet his glowing gaze. The way Alastor stared at you made you feel like the very Goddess of Wrath he’d spoken of. His eyes roamed over your form appreciatively before stepping closer to hug you to him, taking a deep breath against your hair, and your ear flicked as you giggled at the ticklish sensation.

“Do thank her for me, my goddess,” he chuckled low, kissing the top of your head before stepping back to gaze down at you. He dragged his fingers over the corset, “she’s melded spell work and angelic steel together quite beautifully. I can tell she truly cares for you and your safety,” he said, his smile soft. “And I would love to know how she made amends with Carmilla after her faux pas at the last overlord meeting.”

Alastor laughed, and you cocked your head with a smirk. “She did mention something about having to apologize for a little misunderstanding, but now I’m quite curious as to just what this “little misunderstanding” was.”

“My dear, you know your friend well; would you care to hazard a guess?” He bent down to your eye level, crimson orbs narrowing slyly.

“Stuck her foot in it, didn’t she. Was there singing?” His wide smile was answer enough, and you laughed together for a moment before settling.

Alastor pulled you into him, capturing your lips in a breathtaking kiss. This was it…

As you separated, his eyes told you everything you needed to know. “I’m ready,” you said, and his shadows swallowed you up.

He deposited you close to Angel, and you noticed the two exchange a glance and smile, before Alastor took your hand to kiss, and his shadows spirited him to his post on the hotel roof. Oh, how you wished for those stupid angels to just come down already so you could fight, instead of think… and worry.

Suddenly, the Heaven portal opened and the exorcists sped through, war cries on the wind. Vaggie turned to look at you all, “Here they come. Get ready, everyone! We fight together!”

Niffty bounced excitedly beside you, and you shared a wicked grin with Cherri as the angels grew closer.

Vaggie’s booming voice soared over the large crowd. “Now! For your souls!” As the fighters around you began yelling their own war cries, you heard the princess add her own, “Let’s fuck. Them. Up!!!”

You heard a roaring bellow as a protective shadow barrier rose to form around the entire area around the hotel. You’d never seen such a thing- he truly was in a league of his own. It was actually stopping the exorcists in their tracks once a certain amount had been let through. Maybe he actually could take on Adam.

There was no more time to think. A body split in half as you flung yourself through the legs of your careless first victim. Oh, you’d definitely be thanking Velvette for your favorite new toys! Blood sprayed over your form and you sped through the crowd, slicing off wings, legs, heads- any part of an angel that caught your notice was a potential target.

Maniacal laughter boomed from your chest as you flew through your enemies, one by one. Why, if it weren’t for their afterlife-ending weapons, you might even feel bad for how easily you slaughtered them. These birds acted as though they’d never even faced a real fight before- and they probably hadn’t, always holding death in their grasp. They’d probably never needed to properly fight!

Angel had his tommy guns out, laughing along with you and Cherri. “Yeah! Come and get some!”

“Eat shrapnel, fuckers!” Cherri threw her new angelic bombs, hitting each target with perfect precision.

‘General’ Pentious pointed towards a cluster of exorcists and called to his egg bois, “all angelic weapons fire at will!” Loud booms sounded as his minions followed his order, and Husk looked to you all.

“Hey! Yelling while fighting doesn’t help!”

You smirked as you slashed through another body, “It does if he’s calling out battle orders, ya goober!”

“You kids shut the fuck up and get to killing! Nobody gives a shit what you gotta say!”

“Susan, darling! How have you been?” Using a short blade, you decapitated an angel aimed at the old demon. “I figured you’d be cannikid-sitting!”

Susan gave you an unimpressed glower and slammed her cane sword over and through an exorcist’s skull; you gave a low whistle. “I can still cut a rug!” She grinned in pride, and you watched as Niffty stabbed her felled angel several times, laughing maniacally as she made her way through corpses on the ground. Well, at least you wouldn’t need to worry about any attacks from angels playing dead; you laughed with the little demon and went back to your own proverbial dance card.

“Alastor’s shield is working!” Charlie’s excited voice sounded as you weaved through your allies and struck down enemies.

“Trying to focus, sweetie!” Vaggie replied.

“We might actually have a chance!” Oh how adorable was the princess of Hell!

“Love the optimism. Still trying to focus.”

That was when you heard the cracking boom, and Alastor’s barrier fell. ‘Fuck,’ you thought, taking in the sheer number of exorcists left. A thrum of fear pulsed in your chest, but you tamped it down. Alastor was a big boy, and could look after himself. You just hoped that he would honor his promise to escape if things got too hairy, and not fall to that excessive pride that filled him.

You saw the first man chuckle as he panted from the energy expelled. You’d had to run from him several times over the decades, and he never failed to make your bloodlust boil over. Watching the large angel, you couldn’t help but notice something- he was winded. Alastor could win!

There was no more time to think- you dodged a swinging axe and a long sword as two exorcists worked together to get you. A decent strategy, but it wouldn’t work.

Your feet swept quickly, and you leapt into a grand jeté en tourant, decapitating one angel, and slicing a wing from the other before landing in a spin. Niffty quickly overtook the angel and killed her- she was actually quite good at her job. More angels came, and you moved to work your way through them, slicing and stabbing any enemy flesh you could get your hands on.

The battle was exhausting, yet exhilarating! As several angels flew towards you, your wicked grin grew wide. Time to let your violent little darklings out to play.

Releasing your aura, your predators eyes flashed as you directed your little pack to the group speeding towards you, and they attacked with a ferocity that made your heart swell with pride. The angels all fell as your shadows broke their wings and swirled around them to distract, all while you played your own little demented game of duck, duck, goose- slicing each throat as you hummed a jaunty tune.

All of a sudden, you saw a bright blast of light burst over the hotel. ‘Oh no…’

You didn’t have time to worry right now, you had to have faith in your partner, but fuck if it wasn’t swimming through your mind. ‘Please take care of yourself, my heart,’ you sent your thought on the wind and imagined your darling receiving it. ‘I love you oh so very much.’

“Right flank advance! Left flank, watch your six! Ladies! There are more coming up on your right! Get ready for them Vagatha!” Pentious had retreated to the hotel and was expertly using a tablet to help spot danger as it came.

“Not my name! But, got it!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry- Sorry, sorry!” Sweet Charlie was doing her best to block attacks with her angelic shield- that sweet little cinnamon roll shouldn’t have to be fighting a war.

“Now’s not the time for that, babe!” Vaggie yelled as she tangled with yet another exorcist.

Charlie looked abashed as she tried to psych herself up. “Oh, right. Die, motherfuckers!” Fireworks shot from her finger as she pointed to the group of angels charging Vaggie. They all exploded on contact, and you paused your fight in awe of the sheer power the little darling possessed. If only she had the desire to cultivate it; perhaps you could help with that. If you survived, that is. The princess was once again squatting under her shield, glancing sheepishly to her partner.

Another angel threw themself into you, and you were sent flying to the ground in your distraction. ‘Damnit Vix, focus!’ You told yourself, stabbing the angel in their carotid artery.

“These fuckin’ angels won’t stop comin’!”

You couldn’t help the snort of laughter that fell from your throat at Husk’s comment. “”Haah!”” You and Angel both exclaimed at the same time, and Husk gave a quirking, defeated smile.

“Okay, I walked right into that one,” he conceded, waving you both off with a huff.

Angel’s head turned, his eyes hardening. “Hold that thought,” he said, leaping to strike down an angel cornering a trembling Frank. The big ol’ softie.

There was a brilliant explosion that knocked you all off your feet, and you looked up to see Adam throwing his holy light every which direction. “Suck my holy light, fuckaaazzz! Yeeeaah!”

“What? Alastor was supposed to handle him,” Charlie exclaimed in confusion, before dreading realization hit, and she covered her mouth as her eyes widened. “Oh no, he must be-“

“Don’t finish that sentence. Alastor is a cunning demon. He will have escaped if things got too hairy. He is more than likely just injured,” you yelled, more to reassure yourself than the princess. ‘Please, my heart…’

Niffty had been thrown by a blast and lay face down in the dirt, but gave a thumbs up when you called to her. Was this it? Was the angelic army going to kill you all one by one? You could already see cannibals making their way to nursing stations. You’d left your shade in charge of the front most station, as while they couldn’t speak, they were incredibly quick at assessing damage and figuring out which healing aid would best suit the situation.

Another blast sent you roughly to the ground, and you glared up at the manic angel. Oh now he would have to go, and you would damn well find a way to make it happen before you found your permadeath.

“We aren’t gonna last long unless we do something about him,” Vaggie yelled, and you couldn’t agree more.

“Pentious?” Your attention turned to Charlie watching something, and you turned to see that giant monstrosity of a war ship sail past towards Adam.

“That crazy mothafucka,” Angel said; the entire group turned to watch as a bright light formed at the front of the vessel. Could that actually work?

Your eyes widened when Adam seemed to notice the war ship behind him, and he blasted the entire vessel out of existence. ‘No…’ Oh Satan, if he still had that much power after fighting Alastor…

“Fuck… Ya did good, buddy,” Angel said quietly, his head bowing.

“No, no no no,” Charlie fell to her knees, shaking in grief as she worked to gather herself. Vaggie stepped close to her, moving to hold her love as angry tears filled the princess’s eyes.

“Charlie, I’m so sorry…”

The demon princess growled as she wiped the tears from her eyes and stood, her body going up in flame as she unleashed her demonic fury. Horns sprouted as she screeched out a hawk’s cry, a trident forming in her hand. Her red eyes glowed with a wrath that sent shivers down to your tail.

“Razzle! Dazzle!”

The two now very large dragons flew to crouch for their riders, and Charlie and Vaggie each mounted to fly.

“Let’s ride!�� Charlie yelled, and the two giant beasts leapt into the air, their large wings sending your group stumbling from the wind.

Husk was first to recover, excitedly cheering the two on. “Yeah! Get ‘em!” As your small army cheered and watched the two fly to meet their opponents, you noticed many of the exorcists hanging back, not sure as what to do. You could take advantage of the situation. Or you could go help your shade treat angelic injuries. With an annoyed growl, you chose to zip over and begin shortening the line of injured cannibals.

Your shade greeted you with a chirp and happy nuzzling before zooming back to their current patient, and you set to work on the next demon waiting for treatment. It kept you occupied as booms and screams sounded around you. You felt well and truly in a war zone.

You had to pop several patients into a pocket dimension in order to quickly move everyone out of the way when a particularly vicious blast split the entire hotel clean in half. Holy fucking shitballs! The sheer power being thrown around was absolutely insane!

Once safely away from a brand new Adam-shaped crater, you deposited your stored patients gently on the ground, looking up to see none other than Lucifer fucking Morningstar. In all his infernal angelic glory. The sweet little bouncy man had completely transformed into a true visage of the devil you’d heard stories of up top. Damn, and he pulled. it. off! You could hear his demonic tone as he roared at Adam, holding his darling demon daughter in one arm.

“You come at me, and my daughter, don’t forget- you’re in my house, bitch!”

The demon king had set his daughter down, and now landed punch after bone crushing punch as he laughed maniacally. Oh how you wished Alastor were here to enjoy this wonderful show of wrath! Perhaps he was lingering in the shadows, enjoying the entertainment. The very thought helped to calm your raving heart.

Dear Charlie ran to her raging father and set a calming hand on his shoulder. “Woah, woah, Dad,” she soothed, “he’s had enough.”

The little devil put the giant ball of flame he’d been forming away and leapt out of the crater with Charlie, his breath heavy as he worked to contain himself. “Alright,” he said to his daughter, before glaring cockily down at the (surprisingly handsome) beaten angel. “How’s mercy taste, you little bitch?”

Well, fuck. Now you had a boner.

Panting as he crawled his way out of his crater, Adam growled his fury. “No. You don’t get to end this. I’m fucking Adam. I’m the fucking man and you’re just some fuckin’ clown or something! I started everything on Earth. All of mankind came from these fucking nuts. You all should be worshipping me, you ungrateful, disgusting, fucking losers! Aaaahh!”

Your eyes widened as the tip of a blade shot through the Angel’s gut.

“Woahohoah!” Vaggie was beside herself with joy, cupping her face in her hands.

“Hey, you got something… stickin’ outta your… your thing there…” Lucifer said, looking thoroughly confused.

As the large angel fell on his face, you saw none other than little Niffty holding the killing blade. Oh, how proud you were! What a splendid, darling demon!

“Niffty!?” Charlie was aghast.

The little demon began stabbing the fallen angel with a renewed, maniacal vigor. “Stab! Stab! Stab!” She laughed, the cackling a delightful music to your ears. “Blood! Hahahahaha!”

The first man’s lieutenant cried out and ran to her superior. “Noooo! Sir! Sir! Stay with me, sir!” You noticed a small smile play on the fallen Angel’s lips as he looked up at her. “Adam!”

Charlie stepped forward, eyes firm as she glared down at the lieutenant. “It’s over.”

Lucifer stepped up beside his daughter, his crimson gaze hard. “Take your little friends and

Go home!!

… Please.”

My, he could change his demonic features so quickly! The small devil had changed from hellhound to cherub in a matter of seconds.

The lieutenant glared up at the two, grabbing the fallen Adam’s halo as she rose to her feet. “Retreat. All exorcists fall back!”

Her call was answered, and you watched in delighted disbelief as the angelic army rustled their wings and flew away to disappear back to Heaven.

Fucking shit! Did you actually survive? You were in utter shock at the fact. You survived! Your thoughts were interrupted when Lucifer offered an awkward, lighthearted, “Sooo… who’s up for pancakes?”

Little Niffty excitedly raised her hand and you giggled at the adorable demon. You couldn’t believe it- you had fucking survived! Where was your darling? Surely he would be waiting in the shadows to meet you.

As the group mourned for Sir Pentious, you wandered through the rubble. Where was Alastor?

“Darling?” You called softly. You waited for a sign- any signal or flare of aura to let you know your mate was okay.

“Alastor? Please answer me, my love,” your voice wavered, your throat tightening as your chest constricted. Why wasn’t he answering? Where did he go?!

Your shade split from you to zoom over the debris, chirping calls of both their special language, and the chittering they used for the demon himself. You were doing your best to stay calm, thankful for the battle shoes pointed toe as you leapt over slabs of concrete to search. You could hear the group singing together- a song of hope for a better future.

“Alastor!!” You screamed out for your mate, the panic giving way to a trembling grief as your shadows all searched. Your legs were shaking as you tried to hold your tears at bay. He was okay. He was okay. He had to be okay!!!

“Al… my love. Please…” ‘Don’t fall… You won’t get back up if you fall… He needs us,’ you told yourself, forcing yourself to take another step. One painful step at a time. The more ground you covered with no hint of his aura, his shadow, not even a poppet, the heavier your body felt. How long had you been searching? The group sang in the background, cheering themselves up as best they could with the loss of Pentious. Why weren’t they helping you look for Alastor? You knew Alastor had been there on orders, but surely they felt some sort of kinship with the overlord.

That’s when you felt it. Your head turned at the small flare of his aura, and that’s all you needed. Your feet flew you towards the broken radio tower, looking entirely uninhabitable. ‘Please be okay…’ Your speed would rival any sin or god. You zipped over to the wrecked tower and scented the air, your relief palpable when you caught his musk.

Looking around the structure, you found some of the rubble moved, and you dug your way in. It took a long while, but as you got closer to the trap door you heard his booming angry voice, muffled through the remaining debris. He was at least healthy enough to angrily sing, so hopefully that meant he was reasonably unharmed.

When finally you got to the trap door, you gingerly lifted it up to see your mate laughing like the big bad demon he was. Your shade shook and chittered in warning. You would need to approach with extreme caution.

“Darling?” Your voice was weak, cracking under the un shed tears. Rising from the trap door, you stood still as you worked to catch his attention. “Alastor?”

His head turned, and you saw a cornered animal within those crimson orbs. Your shadow warbled, holding your little darklings in check as they fought to neutralize the very real threat in front of you.

“Y/N! My dear!” He called you by your earth name, and your heart clenched. It was rare he used that name, usually using your preferred name or a pet name. It felt… off.

“My sweet mate, you are injured…” you gave a whine, your eyes trying to call him back to you. “May I treat your wounds, my heart?” You stepped closer to him, and his wild eyes widened to match that manic smile.

“Come dance with me, little pup,” he held out his large hand, and you took it without question. Whatever it took to touch him. To make sure. Make sure that he would survive this. Any mental wounds you would handle. After you were certain his body was safe.

A sweeping love song played, and you stepped in time with Alastor as he twirled you around the ruins of his radio tower. How you wished to just allow him to dance you into the night. Perhaps he would forgive you, and you could dance once again. When all of this was over. When he was safe.

The song drifted as it ended, and you saw your opportunity. You fluttered your lashes and cocked your head slightly, sending every signal you had in your arsenal. If you could just get him to take your bait.

As those crimson eyes narrowed and his lips quirked, your lips began to heat. With one last sweeping dip, Alastor pulled you back up to crash his lips against yours, and his body jolted.

And he fell into your arms.

You saw the second he understood what you had done to him, and it broke your heart. Laying him gently down, you placed your hand gently over the gaping wound covering his chest.

Tears poured unbidden, and you let them. How close had you come to truly losing him? You could live with him hating you after this. At least he would live.

Closing your eyes, you felt for any lingering holy energy. There was fucking plenty. How was he still alive? This was the worst wound you’d seen where the patient still had energy to fucking dance! But then again, he was strong. Stronger than any sinner you’d met before, and that’s saying something.

You weren’t certain you could heal this… Maybe Lucifer…

‘No, for now let’s get him stable and comfortable. We’ll observe his progress, and if it doesn’t get better, then we bring in the arch rival.’ Cupping his face, you let your tears fall as you willed him to feel how much you loved him.

“Please forgive me, my heart. I will take care of you,” you said, before pointing him into your pocket dimension.

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After three days, you decided it would be safe to let the poison leave Alastor’s system. You sat at the side of the bed you’d manifested in his little bayou you’d created, waiting for the signs of his movement. Waiting for the repercussions of your betrayal. You had at least snapped your outfit clean (thank you, darling mate, for helping you figure out blood), but you hadn’t showered or eaten. You’d just sat next him, telling stories of life, friends, murders. Anything you could think of to distract him from the helplessness he almost certainly felt. You sang when you couldn’t think of anything to say, and the days had passed oh so slowly. You were fairly certain you looked like a hot mess, puffy eyes and mussed up hair.

As Alastor slowly began moving his fingers, your ears pricked as you searched his eyes for what his next move would be. “Move slowly, Al. If you take it easy, you should recover fully. You do have a lovely new scar, but I think it only adds to your charm,” you said, a soft nervous smile playing on your lips.

Your shadows were back in your realm of darkness, and as Alastor’s form began contorting, you faintly wished you had kept them in yourself.

Those lovely eyes bled into black, and his irises flared into red radio dials, a bright green ‘X’ at his forehead. His body lengthened and antlers grew gnarled, his neck cracking and cocking as he sat up and stared you down.

With a grunt, you found yourself sprawled under the intimidating demon, and your heart clenched as you met his fierce gaze.

“You know, I could rip your soul apart, ma chér,”

came the demonic tenor. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and you were terrified.

“Please don’t rip your stitches, my heart,” you pled, your eyes beginning to well up once again. “You can hate me, but you can’t die.”

A whimper fell from your throat, and you saw Alastor’s eyes widen for a moment as he leaned back and away. That monstrous visage regarded you, and for a long moment you watched each other. Cautious. Reading.

“I could devour you right now,”

he said after the long silence, and the tears fell as you smiled for him.

“Take what you need, my heart,” came your wavering reply.

And he was on you.

As his lips met yours, his aura flared, wild and chaotic, and you responded to the call. Wrapping your arms around his long, crooked neck, you moaned as his kiss stole your breath away. He was hungry and messy as he fisted your hair, pulling roughly before his fangs ripped into your shoulder.

Screeching and bucking against his crooked form, you panted as he began feasting. You screamed when his teeth cracked your collarbone, and he growled against you, grinding his teeth into it. Fuck, he was a cruel demon. You saw the sadistic pleasure in his eyes as he watched you writhe in pain.

He took every piece of flesh he could find, and you loved him so very much. He was so very lovely covered in your blood. Your heart felt like it could give out any moment, and you fought through the blinding pain.

“I don’t know how to deal with you…”

His soft words broke through the throbbing pain, and you turned your eyes to his demonic form. You couldn’t answer even if you had one. Your vocal chords were shredded. Idly, you supposed this was quite the role reversal, but you doubted he was feeling nursely. The monster beside you was every inch the Radio Demon of legend, and you loved him so very much.

“I thought I was stronger than this. Better than this. Oh, mon cœur…”

You watched your darling break, his form going back to normal as he shook. How you wanted to hold him, tell him it was okay. Tell him he could take more- take your heart and crush it under his hoofs, if only it would help. Time passed as he shook and sobbed.

When you felt strong enough to speak, you cleared your throat, catching his attention as a cute ear swiveled in your direction.

“I love you,” you croaked out, trying to move your hand to hold his, but you had more healing to do.

That started the sobbing anew, and you could only watch as the man you loved ripped at his hair, growling as radio static filled the air. Your heart ached for the broken man.

Another hour and you could finally move, your hand resting gently on his shoulder and he flinched, before deflating, and those lovely eyes turned to you.

“I love you,” you repeated, braving to move your hand to cup his cheek. You saw more tears well, and you felt your own throat tighten.

“You shouldn’t. I hurt you.”

“I gave my permission, Alastor,” you said, rubbing your thumb to catch a stray tear.

“I would have attacked you even without it. I wanted nothing more than to hurt you… in that moment. I’m just like my fucking father.”

Hardening your eyes, you sent your hand flying to slap Alastor. “Say that again, and I’ll pull your guts out with a barbed wire crank wheel.”

That had the desired effect, shocking the demon to stillness. He stared at you and you glared back.

Finally, his head fell and his shoulders shook as he began to laugh.

“You’re the only person in this wide universe that would survive being mauled by the Radio Demon and slap him like a naughty child afterward.”

Your heart lightened when his smile softened on you, and you smiled back. “Well, if I smell bullshit, I gotta wipe it off,” you replied.

He laughed and you joined him, feeling at ease for the first time in a month. He was alive. He was safe. He was sane… well, the Alastor type of sane. You would be okay.

A week passed as you nursed your mate to mostly health, and you decided you would ask Lucifer for help once Alastor felt ready to go back to the hotel. He was gaining strength, but the angry gash you’d stitched wasn’t healing at all. It worried you, but at least it wasn’t infected.

When finally your darling felt he could rest no longer, you sent him off with a kiss, making him promise to take it easy and telling him you’d be checking on him every day. He just chuckled and kissed you before leaving.

Maybe that song of hope Charlie sang would come to fruition. Maybe, with a bit of elbow grease and a lot of patience, there could one day be…

A happy day in Hell.

The End.

Author’s Note:

Holy fucking shitballs! I cannot believe I’m actually finishing a project, much less a writing one! A little about me- I’ve been struggling with trauma disorders and chronic pain for years and this right here is the first thing in at least 6 years that I’ve started and completed. I know it’s just a smutty indulgent fanfic, but I feel proud of it, and that’s the first time in a long time I’ve been able to say that about anything. This show and community have been such a wonderful experience, and I can’t wait for season 2. Plus all of the wonderful art and fics! HH has been such a comfort, Alastor being my favorite comfort character, because to me he’s a safe person. Don’t get me wrong he’ll eat the shit outta you, but that’s all. He’s the bear I choose over the creep yelling his frustration over women preferring to run into a bear when alone in the woods. Granted, that’s if his comic is canon. Pretty sure it is. Basically the guy sees rape as distasteful as bad meat and I feel that.

Thank you so much for reading and encouraging me to keep going. It really means the world to me. I think I’ll be trying to finish up I Turned the Corner next, and am currently working on a plot line for my own little season two, so until next time- Stay Tuned… 🖤