Alastor x reader

You've now been in Hell a few weeks. You have gained a lot of territory, but Alastor is still traveling across the pentagram so you have one thing to worry about. You have never let anyone know that you are the dragon that has claimed the turf. Most demons know not to screw with you though, considering no one ever challenged you, and you go to some pretty seedy places. You have most of your turf in the east side of the pentagram.

You think to yourself that you are content with what turf you have. You are also content being alone. One day all of this changes. You sense someone powerful is on your turf, wanting a fight. By this time you have an apartment, so you quickly run out when you see an explosion. It violently shakes the ground almost causing you to fall. There's only one thing you can think about now. Alastor.

Ducking behind an alley you change forms. You fly low to the ground over to the explosion. Once you see him you try to look as threatening as possible. You roar and he still has that freaky smile on his face. His eyes look like static and he starts moving his hands in an odd way. Why?

A wide gap opens on the ground and black tentacles come out and try to pull you in. Wrapping around you, the tentacles strangle you. You know you cannot change back because you will be extremely vulnerable. Right before blacking out a sudden lasts surge of power comes through you. Biting and tearing at the tentacles you escape and charge at Alastor. Breathing the black fire, you charge at him. You feel it charging in your throat and right as you are about to hit him, something stabs your throat. Black liquid drips and all you see is his demonic smile.

"Well, now your at the mercy of me."

You respond in a deep gruff, yet feminine dragon voice.

"Just kill me already."

"I don't think I will, I'd like to see you suffer."

"Get up," you think. "GET UP," you think again.

If you die you'll be erased, and who knows what's next. The lines on your face that would normally be on you human face glow a dark
(f/c). You leave behind a cloud of dust and teleport to an abandoned building.

Alastor's POV
"Dammit she got away," I think. But then I realize that she will soon die so I shouldn't fret. But oh my stars she was harder to kill than the others. She even got a bit of a hit on me. I had a small burn on my shoulder from where the fire was able to hit me. Annoyingly, some of it was still able to escape her mouth. That would Definitely leave a bit of a scar. All I knew, was that if I ever saw her again, I would kill her.

Normal POV

You collapse in the abandoned house that you teleported to. You knew that hell wouldn't care to remove the house so you were safe. You were back in your normal form, and you had an amazingly large gash in you upper chest. You were surprised you were still alive.

You sadly realize that you are falling into a deep sleep. You don't know how- but the only way you'll survive is going to be in a half hibernation for who knows how long. You eyes are slowly closing and you last words are:

"Fuck you Alastor."

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