𝐂𝐡. 𝐋 ✳𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠✳

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Ch. 50

(I can't believe this story has reached 50 chapters. I honestly never expected it to go this far, but here we are, thanks to all the readers, voters, commenters. Without you all, CRIMSON GAZE wouldn't be where it is today. Enjoy the 50th chapter!)

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TO SAY THAT ALL JAWS DROPPED in the room would be an understatement.

Not only did jaw drops, eyes widened, gasps were heard, and Andrealphus's plucking and stuttering followed in last.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Andrealphus exclaims after finally finding the words. "How dare you waltz uninvited to my wedding and tear MY contract?!"

You can see the puff of Andrealphus's feathers, his way of trying to act intimidating, less scared, but of course, trying to act like the stronger one in front of the king of Hell will get no one anywhere.

Alastor's hand reaches down to your wrist, his grip slightly to tight for comfort.
Protective, or possessive.

Turning his way, you lean in to whisper.

"You can let go, I'm not going anywhere," you try to reassure him, but your words go in one ear and out the next.

So you indure the sting of Alastor's claws in your skin, because that is Alastor's only reassurance that you aren't going anywhere, or that you won't disappear the moment he lets go.

Meanwhile, all that's happening between Angel, Lucifer, and Andrealphus, Lucifer takes slow, deliberate steps forward as he speaks.

"Nothing personal, we would've done this with any other demon. You just picked the wrong gal," Lucifer leans into Andrealphus's personal space, his grin shaping into a devilish smirk as he delivers his final words.

"So just step aside, and let us walk away."

Walk away my feathered ass!

Contract or not, he'll make damn sure he gets you in the end.
Nobody denies Andrealphus something he wants.

And if it boils down to a fight, so be it.

Growling with gritted teeth, Andrealphus hisses, all his feathers suddenly freezing into sharp icicles while his eyes glow a brighter blue.

"No one...is taking...my bride!"

In random, unexpected situations, time seems to slow ever so slightly, just enough time to give the brain a reaction on how to handle the situation.

Although you, along with the others, were far to slow to react.

Before Andrealphus could perform any attack--and long before Angel could pull the trigger, before you can spin and web, and before Lucifer could turn around--Alastor's figure appears in front of Andrealphus, one hand reaching out and gripping the throat in such a tight, deadly grip, you're surprised you didn't hear a snap.

Everyone in the room once again gasped, some sitting further into their sits, others--like Carmilla--secretly smirking.

Instinctively, you begin to speed walk forward to intervene before the action follows with a consequence, only for your arm to be grabbed by Angel and pulled a safe distance away from the soon-to-be exploding moment.

          

Andrealphus's talons dig and claw at Alastor's gloved hand, leaving behind deep scratches under the gloves, but Alastor doesn't flinch to such minor pain.

His eyes burn a deep crimson gaze, his pupil now the small arrow to a radio dial as it bounces left and right--as if an invisible hand is turning the dial.

Leaning in close enough so that breath can be felt on each other's faces, Alastor speaks through his closed, smiling mouth, each word causing his teeth to light up.

"I wouldn't try that if I were you. After all, it would not be fair to you," Alastor says through a playful, taunting tone, like a predator playing with its prey.

The sight alone causes your cheeks to burn with the upcoming effects of a blush.

That's my man, you whisper proudly to yourself, your lips struggling trying to hold down a grin.

Andrealphus's legs kick from under his, the loss of air slowly draining down to the point where without a small inhale, he'll pass out.

Smirking, Alastor's grip tightens as he says.

"Let us all walk away, and we won't need to stain the pretty wallpaper with blood, hm?"

"Go to--"

Another tighter squeeze, causing a gag to leave Andrealphus's beak.
Mockingly, Alastor places a free hand to his ear. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

The side that wants to continue to fight for what is he burns deep, but the logical part of Andrealphus screams at him to just let them, and you, go.

She's not worth it! Find someone easier! Let it go! Let her go! Do it!

"A--alright!" Andrealphus chokes, already feeling himself slipping away due to the lack of oxygen. "I'll let her go!"

"Lovely."

Alastor drops Andrealphus like a piece of garbage on the sidewalk, turning and walking away to stand beside you, along with Lucifer and Angel--who still holds his weapon at aim.

You glance at Alastor the moment he gives you a subtle wink, the urge to chuckle making you bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from laughing out loud.

Andrealphus--laying on the ground with a talon to his neck--coughs and dry heaves, sucking every ounce of air he can as if it's the most sacred thing in the world.

For a moment, you almost pity him. You wished things didn't have to end this way, but if it happened, you would've married him and lived a life where your lips were sealed in silence and your hand was tied to Andrealphus forever after.

A fate worse than death.

Andrealphus stands on wobbly legs, the back of his hand wiping away the corner of his lip, while his eyes shape into a deadly glare when he meets your gaze.

You in return glare back, not afraid anymore, but rather having the confidence of a hundred men.

"If your little band of misfits weren't here--" Andrealphus begins to say, before flinching away when Alastor stepped forward--only one step, since you pulled him to a stop before he could have Andrealphus as dinner.

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