✨Only In My Fears✨ (Alastor x fem! reader love story) ✓ [COMPLETED] BOOK 2

Ch. 9 ✨Tea Time With Donovan✨

*Y/N's POV*

"Ah, here we are, come in, come in, I'll pay for it all," Donovan holds the door open for me, and I step inside the small cafe that actually appears a respectable place, especially since we're in Hell.

The walls are painted a tan color with white trimming and black and white paintings of flowers hanging on the walls.

Donovan leads me to a table for two besides a small garden of flowers outside the window.
He pulls my chair out for me, pushing it in as I sit down, like a gentleman.

When he sits in front of me, he exhales a breath, hands tucked under his chin, eyes locked on me as he smiles. "So, how has your day been?"

"What do you know about Alastor?" I ask, changing the topic on purpose.
I didn't come here to chat mindlessly about how our days have been...I only accepted Donovan's offer because I need to see if he does know what's wrong with Alastor...

And if...I possibly can fix it.

Donovan sits up a little straighter, fixing his black bowtie. "Straight to the point, aren't we?"

"Just answer my question," I place my hands on the table, "tell me what you know."

"Very well," Donovan exhales, clasping his hands on the silver colored table we sit at. "Alastor has a reputation to hold, since he is the Radio Demon, as others like to call him. It's hard being an overlord, because even though Alastor is strong, there are overlords above him who could easily squash him like a bug."

Donovan presses his thumb down on the table, hard, rough, as if he's imagining a bug beneath his finger.
I gulp a little. "And?"

"And..." Donovan continues, "it must be challenging, not only protecting his position as overlord, but...trying to please his lover at the same time. I can't imagine how exhausting it must be. He seems like a protective man, does he not?"

I begin to feel a weight press down on my chest, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.
I bite my lip. "Yeah...he's protective."

"The answer could be simple, honestly. Or it could be a hundred reasons, one perhaps that he isn't as interested in you as you thought he was," Donovan raises a leg, crossing it over his other leg as he brings his fingers together, tilting his head.

I glare at him, feeling a rage burn inside of me.
No, Alastor would never feel that towards me. He loves me...I know he loves me.

"What could the other reasons be?" I ask through gritted teeth, getting tired of his round about answers that leave me with even more questions.

Donovan exhales, picking up a napkin. "There's been rumor, about this certain...force, that grows inside an overlord. Kind of like a disease. It takes centuries for it to fully conquer them, but initially, it can change there mindsets, there perspectives on others, drive them insane, before one day,"

The napkin in Donovan's hand begins to burn in black flames, before its ashes fall on the table like sprinkled sugar.

"It consumes them to the point where there existence is forever wiped off Hell's slate."

My eyes widen.
Could...that be what's happening to Alastor?

"They call it, 'an overlord's demise', it takes centuries for it to take place and its rare. But...there are no accounts of its victims being saved."