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

Ch. 15 ✨One's Promise✨

*That Night*
*Y/N's POV*

Alastor makes a tired, annoyed noise in the back of his throat.

"So all along, the demise was a cowardly Overlord reaching through to others, twisting them, until everything they are is gone, and belongs to him..." Alastor exhales, sinking lower in his pillow as his eyes shut heavily. "Such cowardice. At least I have the decency to show my face when I make my kills..."

I lay beside Alastor in his bed, the red moonlight of Hell shining through the windows, the only source of light in this dark, shadowy room.
I had to lie to Alastor as to how I obtained this information. If he knew that I went to see Valentino, he would freak.

And the last thing he needs is more reasons to worry.
I exhale a breath, adjusting my arm that just went numb from being under my head for too long.

"I must admit, I am quite surprised you managed to find such answers at this rate," he moves his head to look at me, smiling softly. "You continue to cease to amaze me, darling."

I blush a little, before he opens his arm.
"Come, lay beside me for a while. I feel it is necessary to make up for lost time..."

I scoot to him, resting my head against him as his arm wraps around me, keeping me close to him.
Gently, I feel his fingers run through my hair, slowly, repeatedly, in such a way his touch makes my toes and fingers curl.

He exhales a soft, satisfied sigh through his nose, before chuckling softly. "Your absence took its toll on me," he says, "there wasn't an hour where I didn't search every room in my home, thinking that you were there..."

I hear the anguish and hurt in his voice, which makes my heart pinch.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, before he chuckles amusingly again, kissing the side of my forehead lovingly.
"You're here now, that is what matters."

His eyes are shut, but the smile on his face is an answer enough for me to see that he's thinking of something funny. Something that makes him look this at peace and...happy. 
"What is it?" I ask.

He opens one eye to look at me. "I am remembering the time when you were at the early age of twenty-two. You had recently moved to that apartment and began to work at the cafe," he trails his fingers through my hair, "you came home one day, quite disgruntled about the day you had at work, and to let out some steam, you decided that it would be best if you turned on some music and...danced."

My eyes widen, and a little blush of embarrassment flood my cheeks. I do remember that night, that day entirely. I had the pleasure of meeting the biggest bitch in the world, who believed that she was above everyone and everything. She came to the cafe one day and decided it would be fun to pick me apart in everything that I did. 

Thank God I had only met her a few times, until she one day stopped visiting, most likely because she claimed that she would be moving. 

I glance up at Alastor, waiting for him to continue this memory he decided to bring up for some reason. 

"I stood in the corner of your home and watched you," he whispers, the static of his voice becoming quiet, revealing his true voice just briefly. "You danced for quite some time, slowly swaying side to side when the music was low, before you suddenly erupted in insane jumps as you threw your hair around when the music picked up its beat," Alastor chuckles, his fingers going down to clasp my shoulder and pull me just a little bit closer to him. "I watched you dance until you collapsed on your bed, exhausted, with a wide smile on your face as you laughed. You were not able to see me back then, I didn't allow you to see my presence beside the dreams," he points out, "but seeing you shift from disgruntled, angry, and annoyed, to beaming with joy and laughter, I couldn't help but feel a little swooned." 

He glances down at me, one hand caressing my face, before I feel one finger going under my chin to raise my eyes to meet his. 

"If I'm being honest, I believe that it was your cute, childlike self, coming out in that moment that made my heart pound in such ways that it never has before. Soon after that, I began to find myself thinking of you more than I would have liked. I could barely stand going through my mundane days in Hell, knowing that it would be hours--or even days--before I would see your face again. Of course, when those newfound feelings arose within me, I tried my very best to cast them aside due to the facts that you are a human, and I am a demon. But even while I tried, I still couldn't help but think of you often, and get a tingling sensation whenever the time came when you and I would meet." 

He kisses my forehead softly, cupping my face in his hands, his lips still lingering near my skin. 

In my chest, I feel my heart pound a little harder than it usually does, and I feel a warm blush come onto my cheeks, all of which Alastor sees, and chuckles at softly. 

I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tight against me, wanting to absorb his warmth because I feel so lost without his warmth, his touch. Alastor responds to the hug, squeezing me back, nestling his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder, inhaling my scent of perfume. 

I chuckle softly. "Are you telling me that you fell in love first?" I murmur.

He smiles against my skin. "Maybe," he responds, casting aside one strand of my hair to get a better look at my eyes. "But that is not all I wanted to tell you."

With one slow inhale of his breath, he shuts his eyes, his thumbs beginning there soft caressing against my cheekbones. "Throughout my entire human life, and demon life, I have been my only source of protection. When the death of my mother, and Elizabeth, happened, I had no one else to turn to for help, a word of advice, or for just a friend. Even after meeting you, and forming a romantic bond with you, those feelings of wanting to handle my problems myself are still engrained within me. So, when you began to offer to help me, I won't lie when I say I felt a little threatened." 

He inhales another breath, his arms wrapping around my waist to pull me into his slender yet firm chest.

"After you left, it made me finally realize that...even a demon like myself has limits, that I cannot do everything on my own, and might need someone to help me with whatever struggle I go through. And that someone, is you. I promise you, my darling Y/N, that I will never push you or your empathy away. I will embrace it and see if it is possible that with our two minds, we could find a solution to whatever problem we face."

I cup his face with one hand, feeling tears of joy sting my eyes, before one by one, they begin to run down my cheek and onto the bed. For so long, all I've wanted was to hear him say this. To hear him accept me and my help, and to not push me away when I all I want is to stand by his side, and face anything head on with my hand in his. 

I exhale a soft shuddering breath, as I place a hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat through the fabric of his coat and undershirt. "I promise you, I will find a way to stop this demise," I cup his face, "no matter how long, no matter what situation I go through, I won't lose you to this. I will stop it, no matter what it takes."

I say my words through a firm, determined voice, to make sure I get my promise across to him. Because every word I say is true. I will stop this, whatever it takes.

Alastor kisses me softly, his lips warm against mine as I invite the kiss, tangling my fingers in his soft hair. 

For all of my life, he was the one to have lifted me back up from the ground, to bring back the smile on my face, to make me strong and wise. 

For twenty-one years, he was my rock. 

But today, I am his rock. I am the one who must help him back onto his feet and carry him to the oasis. To help bring back his strength, and his genuine smile...

I saved him once before in my past life, and I will save him in this life as well.