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꓄ꁝꏂ ꉣꋪꄲ꒻ꏂꉔ꓄ ꍌꋪꄲꅐꇙ...

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟏𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. 𝟏𝟎 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨... 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭~

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 27

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 27: Alastor vs Blackwater

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Alastor jammed his cane into the floor in frustration.

"Why can't I reach her!" He aggressively paced the living room. Rosie had returned to the haven with him after he saw his soulmate being attacked. Rosie had noticed a mark on his nose and that gave him an incentive to check on her.

Now she was completely out of reach. He couldn't even touch minds with her. She was just gone, almost as if their bond had been severed. He felt cold.

His radio suddenly came to life. He scanned the frequencies until he came to what he was looking for. Blackwater was calling for him over the radio. He was demanding he travel to a certain set of coordinates if he wanted to see his soulmate. It was clearly a recorded message as it began repeating itself once it reached the end of the message.

"It's a trap, Alastor," Rosie warned, placing a light hand on his elbow.

He let out a sigh. "I know. But my hand are tied. I have to go."

"It's not her fault," she said.

"I know," he still wouldn't look at her, "She's smart. But he's smarter. I should've listened to her warnings." His microphone cover melded under his tight grip.

"I don't have a good feeling about this."

He was quiet for a moment. Finally he turned to face her and, putting his cane to the side, gently grabbed both her arms. "I've dealt with worse, before. I can handle a Human and I'll be back to feast on his muscles with you. Guarantee." He grabbed his cane and gave her a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. "Until then."

"Always such a charmer." She smiled, however painful it was to do so.

He faded into his shadows and disappeared.

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Finn felt the hair on the back of his neck rise and spun to find none other than the Radio Demon himself. Neither Finn nor Blackwater had expected to have to wait long for him to appear. His shadows were everywhere, hiding in the trees and under rocks. Finn swallowed the overwhelming fear as the shadows seemed eager to feast on his soul. He remembered what happened to the last man that had run into Alastor and ultimately lost his life to Blackwater because of it.

"That didn't take long." He gave a slight bow to the Demon with a hand over his heart. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Alastor."

"Un-likwise," Alastor gave a terse response. "Where is Blackwater?"

"What about your soulmate?" Finn's head snapped up, eyebrows laced with surprise. 

"I am alive so it is no secret you have her held captive somewhere." Alastor didn't look away as his claws tapped on his cane loudly. "I will speak to Blackwater first before I take her back."

Finn let out a chuckle and folded his arms across his chest. "Very well." He snapped his fingers and the ground gave out beneath them. Alastor's tentacles sprouted out to brace the fall. He was surprised to find his magic still within his grasp. He kept himself poised, determined to hold an unbothered and proper stance. This was how he always was when it came to victim hunting. Blackwater would be no different.

Alastor was in another factory. He looked to be in a control room of sorts, camera screens and computers everywhere. His eyes quickly scanned them in search of his soulmate but she was nowhere to be found. There was a window to the side that looked into the rest of the factory.

"We meet again, Alastor," Blackwater's voice bounced off the walls. Alastor took his time turning to face the man. He stood in the corner with his arms crossed and back leaning against the wall. He was adorned in his usual attire - long, dirty brown coat, fake red horns, and black mask covering his lower face.

Alastor lifted a single claw and examined the tip of it. "If I didn't know any better, and I do," he casted a sly glance, "I would say you're obsessed with me."

Blackwater let out a short chuckle. "Certainly more so than your soulmate."

A year ago, Alastor would've winced at the words. Now he knew it was merely an attempt to kill his composure. His words held no truth to them. "Where is she?" he deadpanned instead.

"Safe. For now. And slightly unharmed." He made a pinching potion with his fingers. He pushed himself off the wall and slid both hands in his pockets. "Come, let me show you around."

Alastor followed. So long as he had his magic in his hands, Blackwater was powerless against him. There was something else at play here and Alastor would be lying to himself if he didn't say he wasn't curious. Blackwater was the first person in a long while to ever give him such a rise, such concern, and such a headache. Though Vox was the master of the latter.

Beyond the control room's door was much colder. He had to use his magic to keep his body warm just to stay focused, breath coming out in clouds. Finn adorned himself with a few more layers at the snap of his fingers.

Alastor couldn't help but question, "Why is a Demon helping a wanna-be?" Blackwater looked over his shoulder as they walked onto the platform and to the edge of the railing.

"Just because I'm a Demon doesn't mean I have to like my own race," Finn replied, earning an approving chuckle from his boss.

"It appears we have found something we can agree upon," Alastor agreed to both of their surprise. He took a step closer to the edge and looked down at the mass production chugging away below them. There were conveyor belts, sparks flying, people zipping back and forth, and cranes carrying large objects across the entirety of the factory. Where on earth has this factory been hiding? "I suppose there is a reason for my visit?"

"I wanted to show you what I've accomplished." Blackwater motioned for him to follow, walking further down the corridor.

"Like a child to an unloving parent?" Alastor tempted.

"I admire your work, Alastor, I truly do. Well, I suppose I admire your reputation more than anything." He walked into another room to show another series of television screens. These ones showed truck drivers and announcers selling more of his inventions.

"I'm surprised you have sought me out instead of the King of Hell himself," Alastor remarked casually.

Blackwater waved his hand dismissively. "An impossible person for me to get a hold of, don't you think? Besides, an audience with him would accomplish nothing." Alastor nodded in agreement, harboring his own ill will towards the powerful, short man. "And I suppose it was also for selfish reasons. I want my name to go down in history as the man who saved humanity from Demon clutches."

"My soulmate tells me you wish for society to return to the way it was before the Great Collapse," Alastor prompted next.

Blackwater walked out to the railing and looked down at the construction. Alastor stood further from the edge and let his shadow run rampant through the factory. There was still no sign of his soulmate, let alone even a trace of her magic or the bond. Something was very wrong. It was making it hard for him to focus on this conversation. 

He discovered a moment later that the factory was sitting inside a cold mountain surrounded by nothing but ice and snow. They were on one of the Poles. Blackwater had chosen the coldest place on earth for his factory because Demons did very poorly in cold temperatures. Even he could feel the strain on his magic from trying to keep his body temperature warm.

"Indeed. The stories and documents I've read tell me a great deal. Such a well-rounded and advanced society. So much technology at the tips of their fingers."

"Yet they failed to use it to their advantage," Alsator spoke before he could continue. "That society was already on its downhill. Manners out the window, technology serving as nothing but mind-numbing entertainment, and politics nothing more than drama between countries who didn't care for the people living in it."

Blackwater turned and leaned against the railing, hands still comfortably in his pockets. "Says the Radio Demon. The man who went into hiding around the nineteen-thirties, at the first sign of technological advancement. How much of that society can you really say you understand at such a distance? You barely lived it."

"Not partaking in their follies does not warrant my input as invalid. Watching from a distance, as an outside perspective, gives me more than enough credit."

Blackwater shrugged. "I suppose that's fair. Even so, the entire world fell apart once Demons came. You all need to be sent back to where you belong and stay there. Leave the Humans alone like Heaven does."

"How do you know Heaven even exists?" Alastor tried to hide the surprise. Most Humans had yet to figure out there was a Heaven if a Hell existed, or struggled to comprehend the idea.

"They keep to themselves, never interfering unless they deem it necessary. Something Demons should've done, too."

"You didn't answer my question." Alastor's back had gone stiff.

"Heaven deemed it necessary to provide...divine intervention. Apparently you've been on their radar for some time."

Alastor swung his cane in a circle. "I'm flattered." It made sense now. His soulmate had been attacked by an Angel. His bond with her was having divine interference.

"Yes, well, I would be worried if I were you," Blackwater foreawarned, "I'm told Angelic magic overpowers any Demon's power. Getting on their bad side sounds like a bad idea and that's exactly where you lie."

"I do not fear Angels."

"Perhaps you should. After all," his eyes narrowed and his aura grew very serious, "what happened to your bond?"

Alastor's smile quirked higher up, black gums showing as he tried to keep his composure. He wasn't working against a manipulative Human. He was working against a manipulative Human with Angelic assistance.

"Where is she?" he asked again.

"Not here." Blackwater started walking down the corridor again. Alastor followed close behind, Finn trailing slightly further. "I want to win against you fair and square so she's being well taken care of."

Bile rose in his throat and it took all his effort to swallow it back down. His patience had thinned and his anger was reaching its boiling point. He had entertained Blackwater for long enough. He needed to wrench his soul from his body then find his soulmate.

The lights flickered and the machinery all came to a screeching halt. Blackwater paused and glanced down at the construction. The workers started chattering to figure out what was wrong, headlamps and flashlights flashing everywhere. Meanwhile, Alastor's shadow fled the mechanical room underneath the entire factory and returned to its master.

Blackwater began to laugh. He stopped himself before it turned maniac and faced Alastor, a single hand withdrawing from his coat pocket. "I am such a genius." He snapped his fingers and an instant later Alastor's magic was gone. He bristled and threw his cane back into Finn's face as the man ran up.

Vines wrapped around Alastor's throat and slammed him into the ground. He clawed at the greenery but more vines caught his wrists. They snaked around his body until he was entirely immobile, body being pulled up and slammed into the wall. Blackwater knelt down in front of him, vines protruding from his back.

"My entire factory is surrounded by magic-abating technology." He snapped his fingers and the vines suddenly grew thorns. They dug into Alastor's skin and he stifled a yell, a staticky snarl slipping out instead. The vines snaked around his head and held it up, thorns digging dangerously deep into his skull. Blood streamed down all over. "And it has its own generator in case you tried to mess with my electricity," he scoffed, "So predictable."

Fear had finally gripped Alastor. He tried pulling his limbs free but moving even just a hair caused burning pain to rip through his body. He was bleeding all over and starting to feel lightheaded from it. He should've killed Blackwater when he had the chance. He should've listened to his soulmate and just killed the man when he still had his magic. He had been too cocky. He had always been told it would get him killed one day, and appears they might all be right.

Blackwater mimicked some of Alastor's movements, using three vines to lift himself up higher and drag Alastor's bleeding form over the railing. He carried him down two flights until they were on the ground floor. Somehow they went further, still, entering a bolted door and walking down a set of caved stairs.

Finn followed close behind, holding his bleeding nose with a tissue. The end of the stairs revealed a prison. The inhabitants were all Demons, a few of which he recognized as the surface Overlords that had gone missing. This was where they had all been held.

The cells were on three levels, the last being enclosed rooms. Blackwater dragged Alastor to one of the rooms and locked the door behind him. The room was empty save for a single, slightly inclined chair, and a metal tray. Alastor was shoved into the chair and locked firmly in place by metal restraints. His muscles cried out as the thorns popped out of the injuries they had caused. He winced when the thorns around his head jerked back too fast and made his neck spasm.

A moment later, the door opened. Alastor's back was to the door so he couldn't do anything until the man finally stood in his view. He wore a doctor's gown, mask, gloves, and protective eyewear. Alastor didn't like where this was going.

"There's a lot of Demons," Blackwater began, "and many more Slight magic Humans out there. I know that you Demons will just keep coming through your portal, no matter how much magic-abating technology I send out. So I'm going to make sure that your kind never wants to come back."

The doctor pulled out a chair and sat on it, rolling it closer to Alastor's restrained form. Blackwater put a leather strap around his neck and painfully dug into his jaw, effectively trapping his head to the headrest. The doctor took out a pen and began to draw lines along Alastor's head. He suddenly felt like a kid again when his father brought him to a doctor when he was younger. The pain he had felt was coming back like a freight train.

"What are you going to do?" Alastor asked, voice laced with panic despite his efforts to stay composed.

Blackwater moved to stand in front of Alastor so he could see him. He tapped his own forehead. "Demons have a part of their brain that controls magic. It's small and near the front of their brain. If that part is removed, controlling magic is next to impossible."

Alastor's eyes widened as terror seized his throat. He pulled against the metal restraints but they held him firmly down. He tried reaching for his magic again but it was far too gone. He was helpless. It had been centuries since he last felt this useless and unable to do anything. He was out of control. And it was all his fault.

Blackwater began to laugh and he let it turn maniac. "Look what I've done. I'm making the Radio Demon shake in terror. What an invigorating sight. I wonder what will happen to the thousands of souls you own once you can no longer control your magic."

This was worse than death. He would become just like any other Human. He would be helpless against anyone, completely unable to help himself or his soulmate. He wouldn't be feared anymore. He would be hunted. Hunted like prey. Hunted like a deer running through the woods.

"Have at it, doctor." Hands in his pockets, Blackwater walked out of sight and slammed the heavy metal door. 

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Author's Note:

Next part coming out Friday morning!

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