The sight of the radio demon and the fallen angel sitting at the same table could make any demon spit out their water. It is a recipe of disaster if anything goes wrong for their candlelit dinner. The brave soul of a waiter approach them to ask them for their orders. "We would like to have your order of venison - extra rare with mine and for the wonderful lady's plate well-done!" Alastor orders for the both of them. In addition, they ask for a glass of wine.
Quickly, their waiter left to the kitchen with a bottle of wine to serve to them. Alastor grins at the sight of the cowering demon waiter serving the both of them. The waiter left them by themselves. Belial couldn't help but let out a short laugh. "Don't scare our waiter, Alastor if you do then we got no else to serve us."
"No promises, my dear since he looks he is going to keel over at any second."
"That will be a hard thing to do since you know he needs to be stabbed by a holy weapon or a powerful attack from a demon."
"That I can do unless you would like to do the honors?"
Belial shakes her head, laughing under her breath. "No need, let us relax and enjoy dinner." She replies. Alastor accepts her answer. His eyes look down at Belial's hands resting on top of the table. Her right finger touch the ring around her thumb. His grin is more lively at the sight. "Venison, it's been a while since I eat any type of game." Belial comments with a grin. She heard the radio demon chuckle.
"Of course, they are quite delicious if prepared well." He replies. Belial nods her head since she doesn't know that Alastor is a deer demon himself. She only knew people based on their description of themselves. She only knew that Alastor bears a powerful aura, a radio-like voice, and his height is taller than her. If only she knew what he looks like, it will be ironic to say the least.
"Then, I take it that you can make a mean venison."
"Why, yes! I am quite well versed in cooking any type of game."
"Really? I would like to the judge of that."
"I take it as a challenge, my dear. You won't regret tasting more of my cooking."
He sounds quite happy when replying to her. Both sides are quite relaxed in their seat from holding this conversation. "You mention you learn how to cook from your mother. Did she taught you anything else?" Belial asks. Alastor sat up straight as his smile seems to held a hint of gentleness.
"Of course, she has raised me as a gentleman. She encourage me to pursue different things such as learning to play instruments and singing."
"Heh, a man of many talents. What else are you hiding, Alastor?"
He felt some sort of glee when hearing her words. Alastor doesn't know how to describe this mixture of emotions under the many layers of his heart.
Glee, satisfaction, and excitement...
"Oh, you flatter me with those words my dear! I'm afraid I can't tell anymore since I would like to keep things as a surprise! It just keep things more exciting, don't you think?" Before Belial could reply, their waiter brought their plates of venison. Not wanting their food to be cold, they eat their dinner and drink their glass of wine.
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After dinner, Belial and Alastor left the restaurant with a stomach full of delicious food and wine. They walk beside each other, silently enjoying each other's company. It is rare to have a peaceful time especially in Hell. Alastor and Belial decide to take a stroll away from the busy streets to walk down the dirt road. The sound of crickets caught their ears. "Familiar, isn't it?" Belial broke the silence. Alastor looks down at the woman to see the tiny smile on her face. "Of course, it felt like it is yesterday. We were walking to your 'bus stop'."
"Yes and you suggested that we walk to a short cut. Then, you stab me."
"Imagine my surprise that I would be stabbing one of Hell's fallen angels!"
The sound of the laugh track emits from Alastor. "A human would have a heart attack if they see a dead person come back to life." Belial turns to him with a grin. Even if she can't see him grinning back at her, Belial could feel his grin for some reason. Alastor laughs loudly at her comment. "You certainly did surprise me at that moment. It lead to meeting you again. Our first greeting and then the dance in the Magne manor, it was the talk in Hell!"
"Which leads to our another dance - broadcasted by you." Alastor hums at the memory. It was quite a blood bath which they dance to their heart's desire. "Yes, everyone quite enjoys the special broadcast!" He replies cheerfully. The radio demon looks down at Belial who slows down her walk. Both of them slowed their walk to a stop. Alastor notices that there is a small red lake close to their path.
"If you don't mind me saying, I told a bit of myself and yet I don't much about you." He decides to pry information about the fallen angel since she is such an enigma. Alastor wants to know something about this fallen angel even if it is a small piece. "That's fair. What would you like to know?" Belial replies. His eyes glows at her answer.
"Your blindness, are you born with it or there is another reason? I thought angels or the fallen would able to heal themselves." Alastor asks. He tense up when hearing Belial breathing in a sharp breath. He felt some sort of regret for asking this sort of question especially towards someone he grew to attach too. Then, Belial let out a soft chuckle as she gives him a gentle grin. "Not pulling any punches, huh?" She asks out loud then begins to walk slowly. Alastor walk beside Belial who touch her thumb ring to ease herself.
"I wasn't born blind. When I was protecting Lilith when she was pregnant with Charlie from the angels, I was blinded by one of them. Apparently, it was the old man's plan to make me blind. The reason was that I 'broke' his heart when I betrayed him." Belial scoffs when mentioning her father. Her ears caught the sound of static from Alastor. It seems that her explanation made him a bit iffy. "That old man's favorite son, Michael offer my eyesight back if I go back to him in Heaven but I told him that I wouldn't want to see him or the other's ugly mugs. I rather lose my eyes than leaving my family..." Belial looks forward.
In silence, Alastor have develop a small amount of respect towards the blind woman. She had a choice to return back to Heaven along of returning her sights. Instead, she rejects the offer to be with her family. "So that is the story of my blindness!" Belial spoke up, "Sorry, if it wasn't exciting-" Her words are lost in her throat as Alastor stops her to face her. She cannot see the almost soft smile on his face. His hands glide past her cheeks to reach towards her sunglasses. "Not at all, my dear. If anything..." Belial remains still as his hands slowly pulls her glasses off to reveal her blind eyes to him. He held her glasses in his left hand.
For some reason, Belial doesn't want to move from her spot. Why does being in close proximity of this demon brought some sort of comfort? Why does she tell the truth to him instead telling a lie? If it is any other demon, she would try to ignore their question, punch the demon to the deep realms of Hell, or hide the fact with little lies. No, she has this need under the deepest depth of her heart.
A connection with a kindred spirit.
"It makes me more interested in learning more about you." Alastor looks into Belial's light blue eyes. Her blind eyes is always caught his eyes. "Even you are blind, I find them quite pleasing to look at if you don't mind me saying." He pulls away to let Belial take in his words. She blinks then felt the right sleeve of his suit brush past her left hand which is raised to her stomach level. "May I escort you rest of the way to the hotel?" He couldn't help but remember when he ask that same question when he was alive. Strange to think that they would meet again in Hell. Alastor notices that she is hesitant.
...She is a cursed...She shouldn't touch anyone with her worthless self...
And yet...something about him tells her that...
Before she could stop herself, her body has other plans as it answers for her. Her right arm wrap around his left arm. Belial felt warmth from his body. Strange and yet comforting to the blind woman. This gesture made Alastor a happy demon. "While we are walking back, why not listen to some lovely tunes along the way?" Alastor suggests. Belial could help but let out a short laugh. "Got something in mind?" She replies. His ears straighten up. His eyes soften for a split second.
"Of course!" He replies happily. Belial heard the soft sounds of jazz playing. They resume their walk while listening to Alastor's choice of music. It was interesting to listen as Belial would always hear classical music. A nice change of pace for her. This night was interesting for both of them.
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A/N: ...Long chapter but I want to make it good since I want some development!
So many people are reading this, I have no words! Thank you for taking the time to read this fanfiction! Hope you still read future fanfictions!
-Bun Bun
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