Fear and Delight (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 16

You jumped up as Angel slammed his hands on the table angrily, his face distorted from the normal smile he wore around you. "Sugar Lips! We need to go shoppin'," he snapped. You blinked and stared at him before frowning and looking down at what you wore. It was what you always wore, a nice button-up with a pair of capris.

"I'm okay," you stated bluntly. He started muttering, grabbing your arm and walking. "Angel, I'm fine!"

"You are not fine! This is a fuckin' tragedy," he cried. "Ya need to look good so I don't get a headache!" You frowned and crossed your arms as he pushed you out of your seat for the door. "We're going shopping and we aren't doing it for ya deer daddy, got it?"

Your face turned a dark shade, "Angel! He's not my dad-" You forced him to stop, grabbing his arm as the room started to turn white. Things decorated the walls and you were in your room, holding onto Angel's sleeve and effectively taking him with you. Your eyes widened and your ears strained, your tails flicking nervously.

"What the shit," Angel cried out. You quickly covered his mouth before turning around to heavy breathing. Your father stood there with a book in his hands and your mother next to him. Angel turned and frowned at them before looking at you and his mismatched eyes filling with realization.

"You tell her what you told me," your father snapped. You flinched, your hand covering your stomach as you replayed the previous encounter in your mind. "Fucking tell her where our daughter is or I swear this time you won't make it out."

You gulped and Angel quickly put an arm over you as if to support you, "Dad." He stiffened and Angel tightened his grip. Your hands started shaking and tears started to fill your eyes when you looked to your mother. The scratches had scared over, leaving lighter lines over her face. "Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't want to," you started.

It felt like acid touched your skin when your father flicked his wrists, making a choked scream come out of you, "Don't use her voice!" Angel was hit too and he quickly wiped where the liquid had hit him. "Don't use her voice, just tell us where she is!" You stared at Angel as he snorted, his four arms resting on his hips.

"Sugar Lips, I don't like these guys," he sniffed. Your mother flinched as Angel moved closer to the two and your father put an arm in front of her. "I wouldn't even sleep with 'em they're so fucking crusty."

"Please," you winced as your mother forced words from her mouth. Her voice shook and she reached out a bit, stopping midway and pulling away. "Please, I just want to know if my baby's okay." You grabbed Angel's arm and pulled him back. Something was in his eyes as he studied you.

"Mom, I'm okay," you slowly moved towards her but stopped when your father picked something up. You looked at him, your ears flattening to your head.

"Back up," he growled. He held up another cross, this time the ends pointed. All of your body tensed and you felt your claws twitch. Angel grabbed your shoulders and you jumped a bit from the pressure.

"(Y/N) doesn't lie," he stated. Anger was clear in his voice as he rested his head on yours and stared at the two. "She's the cutest, dumbest, most precious little demon down in Hell. You sadly put together sops just don't fuckin' know her well enough. You know what? Y'all deserve the parents of the year award! Fuckin' bunch of posers if ya ask me." You shifted a bit and it suddenly felt cramped in the room. Angel was too big and had to hunch over to fit while your parents had kept a decent enough distance from the two of you.

Your mother choked on a sob, "I want to see her." You twitched, your eyes widening as your mother pushed past your father. "Please, she's got to be scared down there! She isn't a demon she's human! Please!" Her hands had grabbed your claws and you kept your fingers stiff in an attempt not to touch her with them. Angel noticed and squinted at your mother's face.

"Were you guys," he looked over at the book and then at the floor of the room, "Summoning demons?"

"She died messing with the occult. That has to narrow down your search for her right," your mother pleaded. Your father's grip tightened on the book and you growled a bit.

"I wasn't part of a group if that's what you're implying," you muttered. She stared, her eyes tearing up as she let go of your hands. Her palms were on your cheek and you looked her in the eye as she started to cry.

"Oh, my baby," she moved in and hugged you, her eyes no longer looking like hers. Your father quickly moved forward, pulling her away as something tore into your chest. Angel jumped in to pull you away, your mind was hazy as your father struck out with the crucifix. You lurched forward, your tails wrenching Angel away from your father as he closed in. You only felt the stabbing sensation as the cross buried itself into whatever open wound was on your chest, not the burn of whatever was on it before you grabbed your father's collar.

And then they weren't there. Angel looked around in confusion as we stood back where we had been in the hotel. Your hands were frozen where you had gripped your father's collar and the crucifix was still lodged in your chest.

"All right, what the fuck was that," Angel looked over at you, his hands wringing themselves together. "(Y/N), that's not a funny joke. What the actual fuck was that whole thing?" Your hands slowly dropped and you gasped a bit. He walked in front of you, his eyes widening at the cross as Charlie came down the stairs. He turned quickly, waving his hands, "Charlie! We gotta problem over here!"

Charlie's eyes widened and you stared at her. She quickly walked over and put her arm around your waist as she moved a hand over her shoulder.

"Angel, get Vaggie," Charlie started leading you to the couch, your hand dropping to your side as you stared down at the wood lodged in your chest. She set you down, reaching for the cross. Your claws wrapped around her wrist quickly as the burning intensified. "(Y/N) it needs to come out," she tried to pry your claws away. You grabbed the cross, snarling out and stabbing your tails into the couch. Just touching it sent smoke from your hands. This made Charlie pull back as Angel dragged Vaggie into the room.

"Don't fucking touch it," you snapped. You slowly pulled at it, shaking as your tails tore into the couch.

"What the hell happened," Vaggie was next to Charlie in seconds, Angel looking over the couch.

"Someone's going to be pissed off," Angel sighed. You looked up at him when you pulled the cross out, gritting your teeth. Charlie was on you in minutes, starting to pull your shirt off.

"Can you go get what we need, Angel," she asked quickly. He stared for a minute, his arms reaching out before he dropped them and ran from the room. Charlie stared at you and held her breath. "What happened?"

"Dad," you muttered. You dug your claws into the couch, shaking as Charlie looked over your chest. It had burned and bubbled up, the stab wound bubbling inside. Angel came back and set the small kit down. He grimaced at the wound.

"Shit babe, that looks like gonorrhea," he yelled. You looked up at him, going pale as you saw Alastor behind him. He frowned and turned around, jumping and letting out a cry as you let out a yelp. You stared at Charlie, burying your tails into the couch more. She was trying to clean out your chest, her face scrunched up and her tongue sticking out in concentration. You felt the buzz in the back of your head, a hand placing itself on your head.

Your ears fell back and you hiccuped.

"Darling, you went home again didn't you," Alastor hummed out. Vaggie stared at him, her scowl deepening.

"Home," Vaggie snapped, "It's probably your bullshit that did it."

"My dad summoned me again," you hiccuped. Charlie stilled for a moment and Vaggie's eyes widened. "Is-is Angel okay?" You turned a bit, hands stopping you and holding you down by your shoulders.

"I'm fine, Sugar Lips. That shit your daddy threw didn't do much," Angel sat down next to you, crossing his arms. His face was uncomfortable. You just nodded, sniffling and rubbing at your eyes.