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Demi Demo || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 19

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 19: magic or not

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I was left alone.

No amount of screaming or silence got anyone's attention. The pain contorted my body, my veins pulsing like needles, and spine spasming. I slammed the back of my back against the wall to get the headband off but it did nothing. There was nothing vital on that side to make it break or fall off. It only made my head hurt more.

Tears streamed down my cheeks until I had no energy left, slumping to one side against my arm. My body twitched and convulsed, but I had no energy left to do anything about it. My vision darkened as my lungs lacked precious oxygen.

Something stirred inside me. It felt like a thread being unwrapped. It was magic related, I could tell, but I didn't know what exactly was happening to me. I worried what would happen next but there was nothing to do except wait.

The feeling happened again. It was in the back of my mind, as if it wasn't actually part of me. I wondered if it was supposed to be freeing but it didn't quite have that effect. It tickled the inside of my mind and body, nothing else.

I thought back to Alastor. I might end up killing us both. Why was I always failing? I had been successful my entire life up until I met him. I had defeated all my opponents yet now I barely managed to kill a single powerful Demon. It took so much effort just to kill Striker and he wasn't even a true Overlord.

I thought to when I first tasted his blood in the kitchen. I could almost feel his hands in my hair again, gently tugging on it to get me to stop. I remembered dancing with him in the living room. He had held true to his promise and hadn't made fun of me. He had finally revealed parts of himself and his past.

I remembered when he kissed me. I remembered how warm I had felt. His lips had been oddly soft and his earthy scent made me feel like I was supposed to be there, supposed to be next to him.

Guilt gnawed at me. He had probably been honest. He was probably telling me the truth when we were talking after the fact. Had he actually fallen in love with me? When had that happened?

I remembered his hand on my shoulder as we argued with the Vees. I had felt confident with him there. Even when Vox taunted him, I still felt somewhat confident. The two of us. Together. If people feared me as much as they feared him, I would never find myself in this kind of situation again. People would never come near us or the haven.

Yet here I was, trapped and helpless. All from my own doing. And now I would lose Reagan because of it.

As much as I hated needing him, I wished Alastor was here to help.

As if hearing my plea, he melted out of my shadow and came to stand in front of me. I felt his cold claws lift my face as the headband broke into pieces. It clattered to the floor and my magic gradually came back. Alcine finally came out of my normal shadow.

"Blood," I murmured. An instant later his black blood touched my lips. I lazily ran my tongue along the cut on his palm and tried to bite down, but failed. My physical energy was still gone. My jaw was weak from clenching it so tight for so long, making it next to impossible to press my teeth further into the wound.

He attempted to make it deeper, the blood falling faster, but even my tongue and lips couldn't move very fast. My arms suddenly dropped from the chains and I let out a cry of pain. I fell back against the wall, foot claws sliding out from underneath, still shackled to the floor.

My head lolled to the side and if it wasn't for his hand I would've fallen over on my side. I tried calling on the shadow souls for energy but it was as slow as my physical movements. Just breathing hurt.

"My apologies dear." His other hand lifted my chin as his presence went straight through my shields and filled my entire mind with him. Green filled my vision as his hot magic seeped into my veins. His magic blended with mine, twisting and melding it into something else.

I didn't realize until I felt his blood soothing my aching throat that he was kissing me. His own blood pressed through his teeth and straight into my mouth. My body lurched forward as the combination of all kinds of magic took hold of me. My body buzzed with our shared energy as a magenta color spun around us.

He broke the kiss and I snapped the chains off my feet. I pushed off the wall with newfound energy. Anger coursed through me as Blackwater opened the door, his shadow stretching across the floor to sit at my feet.

Alastor's shadow suddenly disappeared and half my energy went with it. What just happened? I leaned on Alastor for support as he bristled at the new threat.

"Nice to finally meet you, Alastor." He closed the door behind him but didn't come any closer. Something was wrong. My magic was gone as quickly as it had been gifted back. I could feel Alastor's magic just out of reach, too.

"Blackwater, I presume." Alastor spoke as if nothing had happened, as if his magic wasn't just striped from his fingers. His glaring eyes paired perfectly with his smile.

"You'd be correct. Like my new invention?" He raised his hands to the ceiling. "Why be restricted to just a headband when I can turn it into a whole room? Now, we're just two equal men."

"I'm afraid magic isn't what puts you on the same level as someone," Alastor answered. "You have yet to prove yourself as my equal, and I'll have you know, no one has gotten there."

"Not even your precious soulmate?" He nodded his head to me, hands back in his pockets.

Alastor's grip on my shoulder tightened. "You have my attention, Blackwater. So what would you like to do with it?"

The man let out a chuckle. "Keep you out of my way." He threw his hand out of his pocket and sent a blaze of fire at us. We both pushed the other away as the fire split us, the flames nearly reaching the ceiling. Alastor used his cane to stand up and face Blackwater.

I ran at the man first but he casted wind to throw me back against the wall. A small crack popped in back as I slid to the floor. How was he using magic but ours was gone? How was he even using magic at all? He wore no metal backpack.

Alastor's form was entirely black through the flames, smile wicked and wide open as Blackwater casted again. I stayed on all fours and ran along the edges of the room. It caught Blackwater's attention long enough for Alastor to move. The man threw me head first into the wall before Alastor managed to impale the back of his shoulder with his claws.

Blackwater cried out and casted water over Alastor's head. He wrenched his claws out of Blackwater's body and tried to bat the water away. It stayed wrapped around his head, preventing him from breathing.

World spinning, I pushed off the wall and threw my body into his legs. He fell backwards over me and slammed his head into the floor. I closed my eyes to keep myself from getting sick, grabbed at his coat, and buried my claws in his leg.

He screamed and casted fire at my face. Alastor just barely managed to pull me back by my collar. The heat grazed my face as I fell back on top of him. I shook my head, world orienting itself right, and watched Blackwater struggle to his one good foot.

I got back on all fours and zig zagged. I jumped over the casts of fire and went his wind, using its momentum to move faster along the edge of the room. Alastor grabbed his cane before moving towards Blackwater. His main concern was obviously Alastor as he ignored me to cast at him.

I jumped for his feet again, sliding across the floor and knocking him down a second time. I stood up against the door, barely avoiding the wave of fire he casted up. He rolled onto his feet, hands up again.

Alastor pointed his cane at Blackwater but did nothing. They stared at each other, both breathing heavily from the fight. I looked to the door that was partially melting away. I took one step back and threw my body into the lower half.

It folded against my weight and I slipped out the hole. My magic immediately came back to me like fresh air. I quickly casted an illusion on Blackwater to allow Alastor time to snake out of the room.

Something cold wrapped around my throat and hoisted me to my feet. Alastor froze in place as he eyed the person restraining me.

"Don't come any closer!" Finn yelled in my ear. He took several steps back then held a knife right over my heart. "It'll end you both. Don't test me!"

I noticed Alastor's shadow on his wrist before he did. The shadow pulled his hand away from my heart and threw him over the railing. His yell was cut short when he landed on something that splintered apart.

Alastor raised his hands and the sound of large metal screeching echoed through the warehouse. I could feel exactly what he was doing with his magic. The earth opened its mouth and was slowly swallowing the entire building. He punctured gas pipes and lit them aflame, casting everything in a huge, hot orange fire.

"Reagan. Reagan!" I looked around the warehouse. Where did he take her? Where was he? We both turned to see the room empty save for puddles of blood.

Then I heard Reagan. I heard her yelling my name and pounding on a door. I followed the sound, avoiding the collapsing metal beams and blowtorched gas lines. My entire body was sweating and muscles aching.

I found the door she was hitting on. I bent the metal door handle and yanked it open. She immediately wrapped her arms around me, nearly sending us over the railing like Finn. I enclosed her in my own arms and accepted Alastor's hand.

He took us through the shadows far away from the warehouse. Reagan refused to let go of me even once we touched the ground. Alastor looked through the trees and bent the building further into the chasm he had created, the earth successfully swallowing it whole.

Then all was silent.

Alastor kept his gaze on where the building had been. Reagan kept her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I kept my eyes on Alastor's back and my hand on her shoulder.

"Alastor," I breathed. His ear twitched and he turned his head just slightly to look at me over his shoulder. "Thank you."

He glanced at the now empty clearing. "A thank you is in order for you, as well." He finally turned to face us, eyes briefly looking at Reagan's crying form. "I will send you two back. I must stay here a while longer."

I nodded, understanding perfectly why he needed to do that. He reached over to push a collection of hair out of my face, knuckles gently grazing my cheek. A moment later, we were back in the center of the Haven.

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Blackwater pushed everything he had into the latch. It groaned open, weeds snapping and dirt crumbling into the manhole. He put a knee up on the surface and leaned into his shoulder to open the latch the rest of the way. He fell forward, cheek hitting the soft grass.

He laid like that for a while, pain radiating through his chest and shoulders. His team of six were all nursing their own injuries back to health.

"You alright, sir?" Finn knelt beside him. He accepted the help to sit up, groaning as he did. "What do we do now?" He helped Blackwater shed his bloodied coat. The sacks of blood taped on the inside were empty now, one of them with claw sized holes. Finn carefully took the tubes out of the back of Blackwater's arms and tossed the mess to the side.

"We recover and try again." Blackwater held a hand over his heart despite the pain being in the back of his shoulder. How close had Alastor been to impaling his heart from behind?

"I need a scout," Finn ordered, looking to see who was the least injured. One of his arms was completely immobile and he was holding himself up at a funny angle, probably from the fall.

Blackwater wasn't one for accepting help, let alone working as a team rather than as a command. Yet he was grateful to have Finn with him. The man had joined him when he was just a teenager and has never come back from a job empty handed or unsuccessful in some way.

Finn ordered the scout to run to the nearest village to get contact. The nearest Blackwater asset would send a team with magic to come get them. They just had to last until then.

It was well into the afternoon by the time their team arrived. He had lost two men in the meantime. The healer fixed Blackwater first before moving to the others who were still alive.

He stood up and snatched a phone from the nearest person, tossing it into Finn's lap so he wouldn't fumble it like he did with Python's blood.

"Get the damn doctor on the phone," he ordered, turning to look at the injured group. "Tell him his timeframe just got shorter."

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Author's Note:

Alakazam!

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Warning: smut, fingering, masturbation.

The meteor was bright. Brighter than any light source anyone has ever seen, so bright it could turn someone blind by staring at it for long enough. Like a sun that fell from the sky, covered by a thin line of rocks that minimally covered its blinding lights. It also bleeds, as its blue form melts to the floor making a little pool of itself.

It was strangely similar to water, by the other standards. No taste or smell, the only way to differentiate was the unnatural glow that was seen in angels...

A lifetime opportunity, Vox would say and think as the workers did their jobs to make sure to drain all that the meteor had. It was an advantage he and the V's had against everybody, they might not know what exactly it does but they will figure it out soon enough.

Whatever it was, only the V's would have, only he would have. Not any of those incompetents, not any of the other overlords, not even the old fucking radio trash-

"Oi Vox, are you too concentrated on your own dick or not?"

He turned slowly, and a thriving smile became a nasty scowl in mere moments.

"Velvette... What we talked about with you being less- oh I don't know, bitchy?" She scoffed and crossed her arms while holding something he couldn't see.

"Well, when you stop closing yourself in this damn hot room, which is never innit?"

He rolled his eyes, of course, she would be annoyed by the fact he didn't scream at all employees like a crackhead like her. He had more self-love for not wanting to be somewhere that lowered his IQ tremendously.

He walked to her hastily and nodded annoyed. "yeah, yeah, now why are you here? something important happened or did just one of your employees decide to fire himself because of you?"

"The first one. I decided that as an act of altruism, I would give one of my potions for free!" She said in a turn of events, now smiling mischievously that Vox could recognize a mile away.

"Really?"

"Yeah, just a bloody nice gift!" Her smile turned into a grin. "Or too much of a pussy?"

"I'm afraid I would have one by the end of this prank." Still, he grabbed the glass since her voice was worse than any wrongdoing she could do.

The glass was certainly fancier than normal, with a green symbol in the middle of a hand with sharp nails. The glow of the potion was stronger too, more than any artificial drink she ever made.

"Did you use-"

"the thingy of the rock, yeah but relax, nobody died." She motioned with her hand like it wasn't a big thing. "few people left a little more horny but it's Val gas... I think."

That was screaming a bad idea on so many levels, that even a bear trap was less obvious, but still...

"I'm the first? To drink this I mean."

"Yeah, why thou?"

He stared at it, watching how the bubbles moved in the corner of the drink. "Alright, I drink it..." A moment of silence passed before he yelled. "Now go, I don't want you laughing if something you did goes wrong."

She raised her hands and walked backward to the door. "Alright, tube boy, but it would be funny as hell."

"Fuck off" He watched as she disappeared when the door closed, leaving him with only himself and that liquid. it smelled faintly like lime with some kind of perfume? was it drinkable?

Well, he did eat and drink the worst things. anything that Val breathed seemed to have the same effect. So Vox just sent the drink down to find something rather desirable than he would have thought.

It was so sweet and easy to flow, even had gas somehow making it more like a soda. It made him want more but it was already done, why did she make so little? And it did make him horny...

God, it was overwhelming, the need was covering him like a blanket and made him all hot and bothered, so sweaty and glitchy even!

He needed to sit down, maybe it was just him to be quiet so that it would go away... or not, since every living second he didn't move his brain refused to work more. He slammed his hand on the bottom to make the drapes of the windows close and dropped his pants, letting his cock free to the cold of his air-conditioned room. He was going to do it the hard way it seems.

but right as he was about to give one thrust into his hand things went a lot hard, since he was so fast. Not fast as in anxious for release but more than one thrust equaled five by the time he registered it. he squealed, looking at his hand and trying again. the same thing happened as his hand moved like a machine on the max settings and sent him into a moaning mess for a second.

He breathed hard, was this what the drink did? because it was a pain in the ass to work around it...

he looked underneath his balls to the lonely puckered hole. considering heavily the idea. using the sweat he was so covered in, he gripped his cock and put his finger against his anus, shutting his eyes as pink and blue colors covered his screen.

"Awhhh, f-fuc-ck!" His screen glitched wildly. A harmony of groans and moans came out of it like a bitch in heat. His hands moved at the speed of light. Fucking himself silly.

"F-FUCK, FUC-CK, G-G-GOD D-DAMN-ND! AWH, AWH, G-GOD!"

His hand wouldn't stop. His body wouldn't stay still as he pleasured himself on the ground with how much he was jolting. tongue out he tried to breathe air. maybe make his brain work again, but all in vain.

All that came was the urge for release, which seemed so near but so far away. All that he knew when it came, it was unexpected.

he shakes frantically as cum splatters on the ground and himself, letting out a cry that was sure to be heard by the whole building if not for the soundproof walls. he lay there in a catatonic state until finally releasing air that he didn't know he was holding.

Getting up from the hell of his desk, he stared at his messy clothes and smelled the unmistakable smell of sex all around his body.

"Vel-lvett i-is going t-to pay." He mumbled as he limped to his bathroom.

Aw, so depressing. Literally me frfr

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