Fear and Delight (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 5

Your eyes opened. The sky was red with a pentagram in white above you. Not even bothering to move your body you found yourself looking around. The streets were crummy, dirtied by its residence that you couldn't spot. A hand came to your face as you rubbed it but you stopped, looking up at the obsidian claws that gradually faded into the white skin. Your eyes followed your arm slowly as you took in that your skin was white as paper.

You sat up quickly, feeling over your stomach and a sneer came to your lips at the large X over where the bullet had gone in. You slowly stood up, taking in the pile of filth you had ended up landing on as well as the fact your clothes were almost the same as when you died, save for the red of your coat. One foot went in front of the other, your feet bare, towards the streets. The streets soon filled with people, creatures that talked to one another. It all felt like you were hallucinating.

The creatures reminded you of it. The streets, the sky, the buildings- they all reminded you of your hallucinations. You glanced mindlessly at everything, your eyes wide as you took it in. A poster caught your eyes and you stopped in your tracks, something on your head straining forward as you moved toward the picture. The demon was on it, only his silhouette giving his presence away. Your hand touched it, a claw tracing the outline as the words suddenly popped out at you. 'Beware the Radio Demon'. You wanted to laugh and that's what happened, your voice hoarse as if you hadn't used it in years.

Your laughing only got louder, the creatures beginning to notice and stare at you as they passed by. "Beware," you muttered, "That would have been a nice warning." Your shoulder was tapped and you turned, looking up at a creature with a lizard's head and a buff man's body.

"What's so funny, little miss," he asked. There was a Texan drawl to his voice and what sounds like an itch that would never go away.

"Where is he," you pointed to the poster, a smile stretching across your face. He stared at the poster before looking at you and stepping back.

"Don't know don't care. As long as he ain't here," the demon turned and quickly started walking. You reached for him, an appendage like a tail wrapping around his foot and dragging him back. He grunted as you stared at the scaled tail, fur lining the backside of it in a line. Your attention was drawn to the demon as he swiped at you. "The fuck is your problem, bitch!"

"You didn't answer my question," you stared at him, another tail-like appendage wrapping around his neck and squeezing.

"I don't know," he grunted. His claws grabbed at the restraint around his neck. "He broad-broadcasts every night."

"What time," you tilted your head, your hands shaking at the thought of seeing him. Why did you have to anyways? You were free down here in Hell. You didn't have to be under his thumb, under his watchful, merciless gaze.

"I-I don't listen," the demon gasped. You dropped him, staring before feeling your mouth water.

"Then you serve no purpose," he stared at you in shock, your hand slowly reaching forward and burying it in his chest. The familiar feeling of lungs and muscle surrounded it as you pulled your hand out with his heart. He gasped, clawing at where your hand had gone in. You stared at the heart and shoved it in your mouth, shivering at the almost sweet tang. They were different down here, the hearts. The other demons on the street stared, some riling themselves up as they stormed from across the street even.

The tails raised but then they all stopped, fear taking their eyes. A soft static began to buzz at the back of your skull and you slowly turned. A man with sharp yellow teeth stood in a red suit, the tufts of hair on top of his head barely hiding the small antlers. He adjusted the monocle on his face, the grin widening.