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After training hard continuously over the course of that month, after Charlie's grand speech that day, and after retiring from drinking, the night before Extermination Day was finally winding to an end. (Y/N) currently was sitting by the window of her room staring out at the blood red sky of Hell, pondering over the events to come.
More specifically, Sir Pentious' death.
Pulling her knees up to her chest, her expression crumbling at the thought of not seeing the snake demon whom she considered a friend again, she let out a heavy sigh as she then rested her cheek against her knees. She recalled how Sir Pentious always tried to make her laugh, how he gave her presents such as flowers, or how he and his Egg Boiz would like to follow her around whenever Alastor wasn't around. He had become such a big part of her life that she almost didn't want to let him go.
Almost.
Yet, she had to.
She knew she had to.
She couldn't selfishly keep Pentious here when he was fated to be redeemed and go to Heaven.
She wouldn't.
"I guess... I'm just going to miss him," she murmured softly into her knee as her (E/C) eyes lidded, her arms squeezing her legs closer.
Jolting from the sudden touch placed onto her shoulder, (Y/N) glanced up to see Alastor standing beside her with that ever titillating smile of his. Realizing that he had wordlessly trespassed into her room once more without warning, she abruptly stood up and placed some distance between them, especially due to how obsessively clingy he had been becoming in that past month. Not only that, but increasingly touchy as well.
While most times she didn't mind this, she needed time to settle her heart.
She was becoming far too attached.
How could she ever become closer to Alastor like she wished to do when she still hadn't told him what God had told her, and why Severause had been assigned to watch her in the first place? So, no matter how perturbed Alastor seemed whenever she moved away from him both physically and emotionally, she told herself she just had no choice.
"Good evening, my dear..." Alastor cleared his throat as he laced his hands behind his back, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. "Whatever are you doing up so late?"
"What do you mean?" She chuckled awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.
"Well, considering we have such a big day tomorrow, I assumed you would be sleeping by now to rest up," he announced as he conjured up his cane from seemingly nowhere to lean against it, his smile turning that much more devilish the longer he stared at her. "My, whatever could you do without me if I wasn't here to help..."
"Right..." she trailed off, her voice lowering to the murmur. "Sorry, I was just... thinking about a lot of things, so I didn't hear you come in."
"Whatever about, my dear?"
"About tomorrow," (Y/N) sighed again as she waved her hands around at random nothingness. "I just... I just hope I'm strong enough—from this training, and from having my soul corrected."
"You have me to protect you," Alastor corrected as he placed a hand to his chest.
"And I guess Severause now, too," she mused as she rounded Alastor to sit back down beside the window considering he was no longer as close, missing the way his grip on the top of his cane tightened exponentially. "He's strong. I know he can help protect this place."
"He's but a pest who doesn't know his place—someone not worth your attention," he proclaimed.
(Y/N) blinked at his hostile tone.
"You really don't like him, do you?" She raised a brow at him.
"Nope!" He laughed.
(Y/N) chuckled as she stared at him for a moment longer before looking away. Though it was true Severause and Alastor weren't on the best of terms—correction, they were downright hateful of each other—she had hoped that they would eventually get along. Then again, such wishes were futile since Alastor was never one to welcome such saving graves like an Angel or Heaven.
It wasn't in his nature.
"Well, it doesn't matter whether you like him or not," (Y/N) shrugged as she propped her hand up with her fist, her elbow resting against the window's sill. "You both are strong, either way, and are using that strength tomorrow to protect this hotel. I've seen you both in action. Honestly, I'm almost certain that neither of you have any weaknesses."
Alastor's smile stretched wider.
"You're right, I don't have any weaknesses, but perhaps lately I've come to realize that such a notion has shifted," he theorized, clearly insinuating something far different than his actual words, a mystery dwelling within that hateful red gaze of his. "After all, you're here before me, looking at me with those beautiful eyes of yours, aren't you?"
(Y/N)'s face burned at his words, quickly turning her head away so he couldn't see her face.
Alastor merely chuckled at her actions.
After all, she was so delightfully entrancing that he couldn't help but be enthralled by even the slightest bit of reaction from her.
"I guess that means you think I'm pretty, huh?" She laughed off in a joking manner in an attempt to smoothen out her rather flustered state of mind, her words instead eliciting a rather dark and primal desire that flickered within him.
"Not at all," Alastor's voice dropped to a mere whisper as he guided her chin upwards so she could meet his eyes. "You're ravishing, darling."
Exuberant from the way her eyes dropped down to his lips, Alastor didn't hesitate in kissing her. With one hand pressed against the window for support while the other gripped her waist tightly, his knee between her legs as he lowered himself downwards towards her, he flicked his tongue between her lips to allow exploration of her mouth, her breaths coming out in short gasps as she gripped the back of his pinstriped suit tightly. Biting her lips to taste that intoxicating blood of hers, holding her head close when she tried to pull away, Alastor couldn't help but let his grin widen.
"How delectable, my darling..." he whispered huskily into her lips. "So sweet... I could very well just e̸a̸t̵ y̴̮̌ö̸̫́ǔ̷̟ ŭ̸̩̫͍p̶͇̙͉̼͑̾̐͛̒̀."
His eyes lidding, he realized it.
He would devour her very being until she belonged solely to him.
Body and soul.
Forever bound together.
He quite savored the idea.
A man wrapped in sin consumed with a depraved hunger was one who should not let loose their desires, but from the very moment (Y/N) allowed Alastor to favor her, to touch her, to please her, she had all but doomed herself to his insanity.
Then again, she didn't try to escape.
Allowing his lips to travel down her neck, Alastor bit down wherever he so pleased, her flesh holding a supple softness that made his very fingers tremble with unconstrained lust, a feeling so overpowering he almost wasn't sure what he was supposed to do in that moment. Perhaps it was pure instinct that made his lips descend even lower to her collarbone and chest, his hand toying with the hem of her shirt where his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her stomach, the other gripping her thigh in a way it made her dizzy with rapture.
When seeing the needy, desperate way she clung to him, he found himself amused to the point he wished to see her reaction if he pulled away.
She grabbed his arm.
As he appraised her disheveled figure, from the messy strands of her (H/L) hair to the rumpled array of her clothing, he found her an electrifying sight. More specifically, the look in her eyes so full of weakness and longing made him especially susceptible to her next words.
"Please..." she begged frailly, her entire body twitching and engulfed with heat. "Please, Alastor..."
"Of course, my dear..." Alastor uttered lowly as he held her hand and pressed a light kiss to the back of her palm, his smile stretching against her skin as he stared into her eyes. "Whoever am I to deny you when you're pleading me so?"
As Alastor once more pressed his lips to hers, (Y/N) lost herself to her yearnings.