The pact

"Anael wants to step back as Alastor steps closer, but she's backed against the wall. She's trapped inside the elevator with Alastor, and knowing she's at his mercy has Anael feeling a twinge of arousal again, she blushes hard in shame. Her breath hitches when he strokes her hair. But her heart sinks when she hears him saying 'but'. Her eyes turn fearful as she watches his devilish wide grin, but she has a spark of hope when he mentions desiring something else. He may still agree to it if she offers what he wants. She never leaves his eyes as she takes a deep breath and gulps." "Then I'm willing to indulge you." "She says quietly, another chill running through her."

"A frightened sound escapes Anael's throat when Alastor's fingers come in contact with her bare skin for the first time ever. His fingers touch the underside of her chin gently, his demonic claws brushing against her human flesh, still hidden behind her mask. Alastor's gaze makes her feel trapped in place. He's practically towering over her, and he's so, so much taller. She feels so small and it makes her heart race with adrenaline. Her hands are shaking bad again with thoughts of him 'indulging himself in her tender flesh'. He can't be meaning sexual pleasure, can he? Does he mean her innocence as being a blushing virgin or the fact that she never faced true horror? Does he want to deflower her or torture her brightness out of her soul? He's a sociopath, most likely a cruel sadist. So it's probably both. Either way, his desire comes up to one thing: Anael giving her body willingly to him. He wants her to be his doll. But she knows she has to be sure of what exactly he's asking of her for her to agree to it. Anael'e fists clench, her nails biting her palms." "Te-terms and conditions need to be crystal clear when negotiating." "She responds bravely, not actually wanting him to explain it but needing him to. Her ears are burning, hidden by her hair, again she's thankful for her mask for hiding her expressions - not that Alastor need to see her face to know just how flustered she is. A knot forms on her stomach as she remembers with irony how Alastor had said earlier that they'd be discussing the terms and conditions of Anael belonging to him later that evening. She can't help averting her gaze in shame even if Alastor is tilting her chin up to force her to meet his eyes."

"Her eyes are wide, her heart is racing and her legs are weak. Anael turns her face to the side, not being able to handle the flustering that comes with Alastor's unholy words." "Alastor, that's enough," "she tries to cut in weakly, but alastor puts pressure on his fingers on her chin to force her head back so she faces him and continues on."

"Anael can't hold back the fearful, quiet whine that leaves her throat when Alastor embraces her. His voice over her covered ear making her skin lit with goosebumps, she feels his body heat through their clothes as he presses them close, and she shudders as his hand traces circles on her back. She still can't breath steady even when he steps back, his eyes pinning her. She stares at him with eyed ones, then her gaze falls to his outstretched hand. A deal for protection in exchange for her body. It's both terrifying and tempting, she doesn't know what Alastor might do with her but for some reason this makes her shamefully wet. She raises her eyes to meet his again." "...I guess using each other seems fair." "She says attempting at humor to lighten the heavy tension in the air, but her own voice is too tight with tension for that. His help and protection as she's a human in Hell in exchange for using her as he pleases. She's about to agree to being his sex doll so she'll survive in hell while being a living human. She should've gone for Charlie when she had the chance. But, considering Alastor, she guess she never had a chance to begin with. She sights, clenching her fists. Once she agrees, she said she'll remove her mask and reveal her very still human face to him. She almost panics with the thought. She holds his intense gaze as she speaks up," "We have a deal, Alastor," "she shakes his hand and seals her fate."

"Anael breath hitches when Alastor reaches out for her mask. Her heart races even more but she doesn't stop him. She sends him a stern look for his jokes but just closes her eyes and holds her breath as she feels his fingers pulling the porcelain away from her face. The cold air inside the elevator hits her heated face, and she slowly opens her eyes to watch Alastor's reaction. Her skin is very fair in contrast to the black attire that covers all of her body. The outfit, which already gives her an hourglass silhouette with elegant limbs creating a delicate figure, highlights her face. The effect makes her look like a doll. Her face is delicate, her lips slightly parted, not so full but rose, her brown eyes big and intense, her anticipation, fear and hope clear in them. They look so expressive. Her hair frames her features perfectly. She's beautiful. And, to Alastor ultimate surprise, all of her beauty is indisputably human. There's nothing wrong with her features, but rather with the lack of it. The lack of demon characteristics. Anael, in her fragile mortal flesh without demon features, is indisputably a complete normal human when everyone in Hell is either a dead sinner-demon or a hellborn. This is the face of a living human, something Alastor hasn't seem since he was alive himself. This shouldn't be possible."

"Anael feels tense as Alastor just stares at her and says nothing. She gulps. And it's even worse when he starts talking. She would laugh at his first comment about their arrangement if it wasn't for how tense she feels. She does smile a little though. Anael kinda fooled Alastor here, getting him to agree to something much bigger than he thought he was agreeing. Now, he won't have to simply protect some random demon-girl, but a fucking human who shouldn't be in Hell. The little smiles dies when he reaches out to tentatively touch her cheek, a gasp leaving her lips at the electrifying small touch. When he goes back to staring for a few seconds, Anael feels her cheeks warming up, and she knows she's blushing under his gaze when Alastor calls her lovely. His chuckle sends shivers down her spine. Her blush intensifying as Alastor shamelessly stares her down, licking his lips. She feels hot and has to avert her gaze. Alastor already thought she was delectable by her obvious body language when flustered even with her mask, now that she's without it and he can see her face, she's absolutely delicious. Her face is so expressive, like a open book for him to read. She looks back at him when she can hear the seriousness on his voice." "...I also don't know. That's why I made a deal with you for protection and help." "She tells him honestly, her huge eyes fearful and hopeful, looking up at him. She puts a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a better sight of her delicate neck on the high neck of the black dress. Alastor teeth clenches." "That's also why I wanted to meet with the Princess of Hell. I... I don't recall dying. I think I'm still alive. I clearly don't belong to Hell, at least not yet." "She continues, hugging her own body as her eyes turn a bit sad. She offers him a sweet smile then." "Sorry, guess I tricked you into something bigger than you expected, Alastor. I hope you will enjoy the entertainment at least." "She says playfully, and Alastor finds it beautiful to watch her lips say his name. Anael doesn't feel exactly sorry, as the demon in front of her will be getting plenty of their deal himself, she agreed to be his doll, after all."

"Anael shivers under his touches and does her best not to gasp as he trails her neck. She shouldn't be feeling aroused, and she tries her best to hide it. She pays close attention to his words, and tenses again when he mentions discussing their deal further. She straights her back." "I'm listening," "she indicates for him to continue, acting so more steady and assertive than she feels."

"Her soft cheeks are tinted pink, but she nods." "Alright." "She agrees, and the elevator starts to move again. She won't ask when Alastor will ask for her, but she already feels dread in the prospect. She's certainly intrigued, but also terrified. That's the fate she chose, though, so she'll face it." "Are we still going to see Charlie, then? Do you think I should tell her too that I'm a human? Or it's best to keep it a secret from everyone, including her?" "She asks him, a bit naively as she trusts Alastor, she has no idea how to best navigate through Hell to get out alive. She looks around him, searching for her mask that he took from her, which he seems to have disappeared with." "Where's my mask, Al? I should put it back on." "She uses the nickname again without realizing. As the elevator is moving again, she's worried the doors might open so she wants to hide her human face with the mask."

"Anael fix the mask on her face, making sure it's wrapped tightly on her head. She sees reason in Alastor's words, but she also knows this means she won't have anyone to rely on but him. And she knows how gratifying this must be for him and how disadvantageous it's for her. Again, she depends solely on him. She blushes when he calls her good girl but decides to ignore it. She looks at him quizzically when he mentions more pressing matters." "More pressing matters? Like what" "she asks as she steps out of the elevator."

"Anael taps her mask in though when Alastor says he has an experiment that requires his attention. Anael is curios about what that night be but she doesn't press on, since Alastor didn't offer further information. She follows him down the hallway, keeping close even in the safety of the Hotel. Anael catches the keys to her new room, not being able to resist a snark comment to Alastor talking about how demons will prey on her." "You mean like you?" "She jokes, with a hint of truth to it. She much prefers to be with Alastor and trust him her safety, but she is no fool and she knows he's only being nice to her because it conveys him. Anael plays with the keys on her hands, watching them, as Alastor prepares to leave. She feels grateful but also a sense of dread of being left alone. She guess she clinged to him to the point his prensece was the only familiar thing she could grab into. But she nods, and smiles under her mask." "Thank you very much, Al." "She says genuinely, her voice sweet." "Good luck with your... Experiment, I guess." "She chuckles waving at him."

"Anael stares as Alastor disappears, feeling her anxiety building as she's left alone. Taking a deep breath, she opens the door to her room and steps inside. She locks the door behind her. The room is fancy and goethic, like the rest of the Hotel, but simple. She studies the room and its details. There are no clothes on the wardrobe, but there's a notebook and pen in the bedside table's drawer. There's also a bathroom with towels. She turns on all the lights, afraid of the dark, and leaves the bathroom door opened. She sits on the bed, looking around. She drops back with a thud, stretching her arms. She feels eerie and disacioated. She thinks about taking a shower, but decides against it by the vulnerability it imposes and by the lack of clothes to change into. She doesn't feel safe enough to relax, she doesn't even feel safe enough to take off her mask. With a sigh, she sits up, taking off her shoes to lean against the bedframe. She reaches for the notebook and pen. She opens it and stares at the blank pages, searching for inspiration. Then everything that happened today falls upon her and the pen in her hand moves almost effortlessly. She draws herself, hugging her knees under Hell's sky. She draws the Hotel's facade and the view it has of the rest of Pentagram City. She draws the spider demon called Angel, and the barman called Husk, and the cleaner called Nifty. She draws the demons who have assaulted her so far. She draws herself drowning, and tears begin to fall into the pages without her making a sound. She draws chains, and claws, and splattered guts. She draws Alastor. She draws his sharp smile, and intense eyes, and his big claws putting lace gloves on her hands. She draws him with his hand outstretched, waiting to seal a deal. She draws his sharp teeth tearing her throat open. She draws him towering over her, him eating a red deer, and him strolling through town. She draws the places he took her. She draws him licking her blood stained mask. Her sketches are impressive, they give off an unsetling feeling, a reflect of her emotions and fears. They're dark yet beautiful, a dangerous kind of fascination. But the ones that portray Alastor look particularly... unnerving. They are especially detailed, they look alluring but emanate danger at the same time. Some of them even look a bit erotic. Anael keeps drawing all night long, staining the sketches with silent tears, until she passes out from exhaustion. She falls asleep on top of the blankets and without taking off her mask, the pen still in her hand and the notebook spread by her side, opened in a drawing of Alastor dancing with Anael as a doll, her body limp, a satisfied smile on his lips and a hungry look on his face."

"Anael remains deep asleep, prisoner to her slumber and tiredness, completely oblivious to the danger lurking around her. Her chest rises and falls slowly, but, looking closer, Alastor can see her eyes moving frantically beneath her eyelids. Despite her delicate and peaceful face, a bit more of attention reveals Anael isn't having much of a good time sleeping. She's dreaming, but not with something pleasant. Anael didn't expect Alastor to enter her room uninvited, which only proves how right she was about not being safe even with the locked door. Now he has her in a ultimate moment of vulnerability, with her trapped in her nightmares and her way too personal sketches exposed on the bed, both served in a silver plate for Alastor to appreciate. He could do anything with her, including to wake her up or not, to make her nightmares go away or to intensify her fear."

"Anael stirs, her body tensing up as she tries to open her heavy eyelids. When her vision refocus, her heart is beating fast and she's still feeling the dread from the nightmare she was having. She sees slim legs in a red stripped suit standing by the side of her bed, and her pulse accelerates as she looks up to meet Alastor smile and eyes. She quickly sits up, rubbing her eyes and fixing her dress." "Alastor? What are you...* "She begins to ask, trying to catch up with what's happening, her mind still slowly waking up. Then she notices she's not wearing her mask, her fingers running down her cheek and feeling the soft, exposed skin. Her eyes go wide and snap around the room, forgetting Alastor for a second as she searches for the article. Her eyes set on Alastor again, and she sees his amused grin. He must have taken it from her, which makes her feel like a prey in front of a predator again. She narrows her gaze at him.*

"Anael grows progressively more flustered as Alastor speaks. First, when he plays with her mask while he compliments her looks, she feels shy, she doesn't think herself pretty. But she's not impressed by his flattering, continuing to watch him with wary eyes. She tries not to recoil as he leans closer, and gives Alastor a confused look when he talks about what kind of thing she draws." "As he touches her cheek and looks down at her with a soft expression, Anael blushes and looks up at him with lost eyes, looking so sweet and vulnerable. The lack of demon features on her human face making her look so fragile. Her mind is still waking up from her nightmare and focusing entirely on him, so it takes a while for her to undertand what he's talking about." "When Alastor says the word 'art', it finally clicks in, her eyes going wide with horror and her face turning red. Her drawings, she had been illustrating her inner thoughts all night long when she fell asleep. They were personal, some were normal and okay, some were intimate and sad, but some others, mainly those depicting Alastor, had a dark kind of spicy and suggestive look on them." "When her expression turns to one of utter horror and her eyes dart to the bedsheets in search of her sketches, Alastor takes her apex of vulnerability to start to crawl over her, making Anael squeal in panic." "Th-those were personal." "She defends herself as she crawls away from him." "It's rude to mess with people's things without their permission," "she accuses, but doesn't offer an excuse to have drawn Alastor in such an alluring way. The truth is she's lured by his dangerous aura, by the promise of being overpowered and hurt by him. A side of her is undeniably kinky when it comes to dark stuff, but she'd never admit it. Being used, hurt, manipulated, kept, owned, cherished, just the idea of it makes Anael heart races. And Alastor, with his gentleman demeanor mixed with his wickedness, makes Anael's knees weak. She was caught red hand when he found her drawings of him. But she will die trying to play ot cool." "It's just as rude as entering someone else's room without being invited, Al." "She accuses again, a nervous smirk on her lips. She ignores his questions and insinuations, instead changing the focus of the conversation to how Alastor is violating her privacy. She argues even if she knows Alastor loves invading people's personal spaces just to relish in their discomfort. Right now, Anael is being a feast for him."

"Anael tries to crawl back until her back hits the wall, corned by Alastor. She feels like she's being stalked by a deadly predator, but she's more flustered than scared. She hides her burning face on her hands and lets out a growl of frustration, whispering to herself," "you're worse than any sleep paralysis demon," "she says, a humored insult, pulling her legs close to her torso as she feels the mattress sink under Alastor's weigh as he approaches." "Anael takes up courage to look at his face as he gets close, trying to stand her ground and talk to him face to face." "It has nothing to do with attraction or anything." "She lies, looking into his eyes as she tries to explain her compromising drawings of him." "It's... It's how you make me feel. The dynamic between us." "Her voice grows quieter, the unsettling feeling Alastor causes crawling up her spine. This part is true." "You make me feel like I'm a prey you enjoy playing with." "She whispers the confession, holding his gaze. Undeniably, that's what her sketches depicts."

"Anael heart is thundering in her chest with how close Alastor is, caging her against the wall on her bed. Her breath hitches when he touches her skin, and she breaths a bit better when he straightens up. She watches his face, that dangerous teeth and eyes, and she knows he's playing with her, taunting to gouge reactions out. She sights, it's this tension that is killing her. She's still tired and shaken up from her nightmare, she would much prefer it if Alastor jumped the anticipation and either devoured her or dropped his games. So she dares." "Anael boldly lifts her gloved hand to cup Alastor cheek tenderly, letting out a shuddering breath at the touch. It's the first time she initiates physical contact with him, in contrast of all the times he invaded her personal space." "Mutual benefit doesn't mean equal ground. The power imbalance between us is undeniable." "She retorts quietly, stroking his cheek with her thumb and watching the details of his face and hair." "I know you're a gentleman, Al, I have no doubts of that. But I also now you relish in having power over people." "Her analysis is straight to the point, no dancing around again. She's trying to not be afraid of him, only nervous with the intimate proximity. She's also so comfort starved, that she clings to Alastor way too fast and blindly."

"Anael's heart is on her throat, the visage of Alastor leaning into her touch doing things to her heart. They do have a deal where Alastor cannot bring her harm, he is sinister, but safe. And Anael is touch starved. She's also tired of him gauging reactions out of her while she only recoils. Now, that there are no masks between them, she thinks she can be a bit mischievous herself to see how he reacts. As she feels Alastor breath hot on her neck, gulping while he talks into her ear, Anael gets a good vision of his deer like... Ears? Hair? She's not sure what they are but they look hella fluffy. And she's sure Alastor would never let anyone touch them, probably never has, or to think he's cute, that is. So she dares to explore their power dynamic a bit more." "...perhaps," "she hums accordingly, her voice less fearful. Her heart races with adrenaline as she lifts her hands slowly to cup Alastor's red ears uninvited, gasping at how soft they feel. He might kill her for it, but, due to their deal, he can't."

"Anael holds her breath as Alastor stretches the silence, jumping slightly when he chuckled. But then he tilts his head and Anael's eyes wide in awe. She relishes in his reaction, as she managed to surprise him. His tone is supposed to be threaten, but she can hear the amusement and playfulness behind it. It makes her feel exhilarated with... Power? Liberty, special treatment from him. She giggles, actually fucking giggles as the Radio Demon threatens her with death, the sound pure and unfitting for Hell. She watches as his eyelids flutter slightly and one ear twitch in her fingers. She shouldn't react like this, to feel more at ease, but Alastor's ears feel soft under her touch and she still didn't lose her hands. So she smiles." "Perhaps you were right, Al." "Anael says instead of answering to his death threat. She tentatively strokes his ears with her thumbs, feeling their softness and watching him closely," "Power is... Enticing. That's why you're always pushing my own boundaries." "Her touch grows bolder, petting his ears lovely," "But maybe I like the feeling of it as well." "She moves her eyes to meet his, challenging, averting her gaze to her hands in his ears right next, her cheeks blushing. She tilts her head up to take a better look at his ears, unknowingly baring her throat to Alastor." "Perhaps we could explore this power dynamic a bit more, hmmm?" "She repeats his words, teasing, and laughs again, so sweetly and innocent. Suddenly, by having Alastor allow her this, she feels more relaxed around him, to the point she's not scared to give him access to her vulnerable neck like this."

"Anael gasps, her playful smile dying, when Alastor brushes his nose against her neck. She hadn't realized she had bared her vulnerable throat to him like this. But she feels a heat growing inside her at the thought of his sharp teeth grazing her skin." "Well... I suppose mutual benefit also means mutual trust," "One of her hands massage his ear languidly, and the other buries itself on his hair, unafraid of touching him even if Alastor can smell the fear in her. Her scent is intoxicating so close like this. To Alastor, she smells sweet as a ripe honeyed fruit, tantalizing and heavenly. Her skin seems so soft and he can almost hear the human blood rushing just beneath the surface. Human flesh... He hasn't touched it, tasted it in almost a century. As a human, to a Demon like Alastor, Anael is downright irresistible. And she's completely oblivious about it." "Wouldn't you say, Alastor? I already gave you my trust when I sealed that deal, just as I gave you control." "The innocent girl, oblivious to her own safety and entranced by the devil, tilts her head further up, baring her throat all the more to him, inviting Alastor to take a bite. Anael just closes her eyes, feeling his breath on her skin, and she feels the fluffiness of his ear and hair on her fingers. Like that, she's completely trusting Alastor when he could easily tear her throat open."

"Anael gasps again, the movement of her throat swallowing almost makes he skin brush against Alastor's lips. She recalls the suggestive drawings she made of him last night, more than one of him sinking his teeth into her flesh. Drawings that Alastor saw. More heat pours inside her lower belly, and she tightens her hold in his hair very slightly, prompting him to get closer to her neck." "You have kept your end of the bargain and kept me safe." "She tells him, Alastor can feel her pulse under her skin." "I will keep my end of it as well, Al." "She says very softly, meaning she will give herself to him as they agreed to, stroking his nape tenderly. Alastor thinks her sweetness is heavenly, a pure thing that shouldn't be in Hell. A delicacy for him to devour." "...I'm yours to feast." "She whispers, encoring him to take a bite of he wants to."