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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, part 25

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes. Though it looks like we have a couple secrets of our own.

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Part 25: newcomers

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"How do you want to do this?" Husker asked quietly.

"I'm thinking. This is different than before," I answered. Myself, Husker, Vaggie, Charlie, and Alastor were hidden in the shadows on the outskirts of an old city.

The cops here had busted a ring yesterday and were holding the fighters in the jail. We had heard over the radio that they intend to 'put down the delusional and sick fighters'. It was merely a cover to ensure a possible Demon child didn't live, even if they didn't know which one was it.

"I need those cops out the building," I finally said, "Something big and dangerous would draw most of them out." I glanced up at Alastor.

"What a thrilling night," he said as he disappeared into the shadows.

"I need someone here for the children to run to and protect them." I barely had to turn my head before Charlie offered herself. "And the rest of us will go in to get them out."

Alarms and screams went off on the other side of the city. I was grateful I couldn't see whatever Alastor was doing. The cops poured out of the old building and towards the commotion. Vaggie, Husker, and myself ran into the station.

Vaggie was the first to get through and spear one of the remaining officers. Husker attacked the other one as I ran into the back. The few cells were holding countless sleeping fighters.

"Husker!" I yelled, "How do you wake them up?"

He wiped his bloody claw on the man's shirt and ran over. "Imagine pulling their mind up from their heart." We melted the metal doors and started waking up each of the fighters. Most were children under seven but there were a few teenagers. They understood exactly what was happening and helped herd the children after Vaggie.

Husker and I pushed the last few kids to the door when a gunshot went off. A kid fell face first into the ground. I casted wind to throw off the next shot as we pulled him out of view.

I wrapped an arm around the screaming child and looked for the wound. I cut off my senses as I found their leg dripping with blood. I ripped a sleeve off the dead officer and wrapped it tightly around the wound. Husker dulled the pain for them so they were crying, not screaming.

The gunshots kept going off. Husker threw a card out the window and cleanly cut off the pistol end. I hoisted the child up and casted fire around the man. He screamed and writhed as we all sprinted down our escape route.

Vaggie was stabbing someone down one of the streets as we slipped into the cover of nature. I casted a dim light source to help us see where we were going. The child in my arms clung to my shoulder as they cried. I really hoped the bullet had gone clean through their leg.

"That felt too easy," Husker said.

"Yeah. It's making me worried," I agreed. I had to dull my hearing as the wails started to pierce my eardrums.

Eventually Alastor returned. The teenagers immediately stood behind someone, knowing exactly who had just arrived. The younger ones were not yet old enough to hear of his frightening reputation, but they sensed how the older kids were reacting. His eyes narrowed as they landed on me and the crying child, seemingly bothered by the sound.

He said nothing and walked to the center of the group. He put his cane down and lifted a claw into the air. The ground beneath us began to grow a bright green. I urged the child to look down at it to get their mind off the pain.

The ground gave way for a moment. Everyone let out a surprise yell and lost their balance when solid ground came back. We were back at the cliff side with a new, huge scorch mark in the ground. The house stood way up on the hill and the huts sat just to the side.

Charlie began to explain everything to them. The teenagers had the option to leave if they wanted but the youngest were just happy to be out of there. I didn't know how many of the teenagers had stayed as I was tending to the crying child.

I brought him into one of the huts and laid him on the ground. I undid the wrap and examined their leg. The bullet had gone through their leg entirely, meaning there was no bullet for me to dig for. I could remember my own painful experience of having a bullet removed from my body.

Their crying worsened as the pain started to come back. I made calming noises and put my Human hand on his forehead. I put my hand over the wound and imagined the skin pulling back together. He started to writhe and I immediately stopped. I tried to reason with him but he was in so much pain.

I touched his forehead and pictured the pain hitting a wall around his head. He physically relaxed and the crying slowed. I kept one hand there and the other back on the wound. I tried healing it much slower this time.

I was almost done when my senses suddenly came back. I could smell his blood and it made my skin itch all over. I cut off the sense but it had already done it's damage. The wound was healed enough already and no longer bleeding. Good enough.

Gritting my teeth, I picked the boy up again and brought him to one of the beds. I carefully laid him down and ran a hand through his hair, telling him he was going to be alright. I was taken aback by the look he gave me, by the genuine belief. He fell asleep almost instantly.

My veins started to hurt. I turned around to find Alastor behind me. He didn't seem like himself a second before he put his annoying, egotistical smile back on. He had been watching me.

I whisked out of the hut and took a deep breath of fresh air. It had only been two days since I last had Human blood.

The group was still crowded around Charlie, the teenagers asking most of the questions. Eventually they dispersed into the various huts, each and every one of them shocked but excited over having an actual bed. I suspected the teenagers would sleep on the floor for the first few nights like I had done. It was a hard transition.

"Something the matter, darling?" Alastor came up behind me.

I grimaced. "No." I started up to the house in the dark, Alastor close behind.

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The rings we attacked next consisted mostly of young adults. Not to our surprise, most of them didn't care about the political or power issues between Humans and Demons. They were just grateful to have somewhere safe to stay.

We broke them up into groups to help build more huts and start the actual building of the city. Stones needed to be moved in place and the buildings were going to be made out of brick or stone.

However, not everything was perfect just yet. The children had nothing to do and the adults had resentment towards some of the other ex-fighters. It meant there were fights at least once a day from both the adults and children. Charlie tried her best to prevent the fighting while Vaggie and I were the ones who actually had to stop them.

The children were becoming a nuisance to the working adults that just edged on the fighting. So I took the group of children to the shoreline where the beach connected with the cliff.

Down here was rocky and had plenty for them to do. They were in awe at the new surroundings and occupied themselves for hours. As much as I wanted to help build the Safe Haven, which was as much my idea as Charlie's, but the children were preventing that and no one seemed interested in dealing with aggressive little fighters.

I brought a book down with me and sat on one of the flat boulders. Every now and then I would look up to count the heads to ensure I didn't lose a child or to break up a petty argument.

Two boys started arguing over throwing a large rock into the ocean. I could see them dropping the rock on their feet and having to deal with broken bones. So I swiftly took the rock from their hands and dropped it behind the rock I was sitting on, telling them to argue over a different rock. The others thought it was funny.

One of the teenagers came down one afternoon to sit with me. We were silent for awhile until she finally decided to talk. She asked me about my fights and we got into a really deep, serious conversation. The following afternoon another teenager came down. I was starting to remember everyone's name.

One of the girl's name was Reagan. Unlike most children who are taken from an orphanage or off the streets, she was born in the rings much like myself. Children born in the rings wasn't a very common thing since it put the mother at a disadvantage in the rings and took her from the books for months until the baby was born. It also meant someone had to take care of or get rid of the newborn if the mother died. No one wanted to get their hands messy.

We broke the ice through talking about various fighting techniques and maneuvers. She revealed that she had no magic. It was extremely rare to find anyone without magic at all. She couldn't move any element, even in the slightest. It left her at a slight disadvantage to her opponents who had some control over the basic elements. I was shocked that she survived fourteen years in the rings without any magic.

We were deep in conversation when I felt someone watching me. I scanned and counted the children in front of me but none of them were paying us any attention. There was no one further down the beach, either. I tilted my head back and caught Alastor watching from the cliff top. He phased into his shadow and crept down to the beach. Reagan left our rock as soon as he manifested a few paces away. The younger children stopped what they were doing to just kinda watch, eyes jumping between me and Alastor.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Now is that any way to greet me?" He walked over to stand beside the rock I sat on. It put us at the same eye level.

"You stare at me all the time and interrupt my conversations," I gestured to Reagan with my head. "So yes. What do you want?"

"I merely came to see what you were doing. I rarely see you since you've been bringing them all down here." He leaned his arm on the rock so our shoulders touched. My hair stood up from the energy rush and I leaned away.

I lowered my voice, "You just want the high from our combined magic. I'm not stupid."

"I've never claimed such a thing," his voice was chipper as he straightened up. He turned to look at the children who had gone back to playing with the rocks or in the cold ocean. "You're certainly not stupid when it comes to dealing with these unruly beasts."

"Children are only a handful when they have nothing to do," I said, "They're just curious." I noticed a group of them had formed to look at something one of them was holding. There were plenty of shells, rocks, and sea glass for them to find. A small smile pulled at my lips.

"You handle them quite well." I hadn't heard him sit behind me. His legs were crossed over the edge of the rock and he leaned over my shoulder so there was some kind of contact.

The compliment caught me off guard. I had never heard him actually say something nice. What did he want? What was he trying to get at? Was there something about the children he wasn't telling me? What did he want from me?

I was about to say something when a cry caught my ears. I wasn't in my Demon form but I didn't need to be to know where exactly the child was crying. I jumped off the rock and found him walking around one of the boulders holding his arm. It looked like he had scrapped it and blood dripped down his forearm.

I stopped in my tracks. My throat tightened with my veins and I had to force myself to breathe. His cry cut through my ears again and I leaned down to put a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go find Charlie," I said, clenching my teeth and pushing him down the beach. I locked eyes with Reagan and told her I would send Vaggie down to help her watch the rest of them.

The walk up the beach was torturous. My steps were purposeful and tense, each one like stepping in quicksand. My hands and arms had practically locked and all my senses were cut off in an effort to control myself. Fortunately, Charlie was nearby and had run over when she saw the crying child. She seemed to handle crying kids better than fighting ones. So I left her to it, asked Vaggie to watch the rest of the children for a few minutes, and disappeared into the house.

I went to the freezer for the small bits of animal meat I had wrapped and stored away. I found small portions more helpful in keeping the pains away for longer, until they stopped working. It seemed my tolerance for the thin blood was dwindling.

When I opened the freezer I found my brown packages gone. I let my Demon form show and spun around when Alastor manifested. "What is your problem?" I demanded.

"What ever could you be talking about, dear?" He leaned against the wall with his cane resting in the bend of his arm.

"What did you do with the packages?"

"I'm afraid animal blood won't work for you much longer," he said, "It'll work as a supplement here and there, but you can't survive off it."

"I've been perfectly fine as is."

"You and I both know that is a lie, my dear." He straightened up and crossed the kitchen so he was towering over me. "Do you really want to risk doing something you'll regret to those children? Do you want them to find out? Especially those teenagers--"

"Shut up." I leaned against the counter and pressed a clawed hand to my face. I was getting nauseous and merely standing took a lot of effort. I looked to the window, to the counter, and to the floor. My claws tapped the counter quickly. "You..." I let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. Can...where do I get it?"

"You ask me." He leaned down so our faces were level and really close. He had no awareness for personal space.

"Then this is me asking you for more," I bared my teeth. Mine felt so much smaller and weaker than his huge yellow ones.

He chuckled and straightened up. He put a hand on my shoulder and snapped his fingers, revealing another small piece in his hand. I let him wrap his presence around my shields as I ate the antidote.

How did I get to this point?

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Author’s Note:

Holy crap! Act one IS DONE! Thank you so much for everyone who’s been reading along, liking, reblogging, following, and messaging! You’re motivating me to write every day :)

Our lovely Act Two will focus primarily on the development of our relationship with Alastor. Also, keep a look out tomorrow for a little sweet treat / insane idea I have

As always, let me hear your thoughts!

#alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #soulmate au #soulmates #reqs open #hazbin hotel husk

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