It was five weeks later and although Isadora and Alastor haven't made love since that night, Isadora didn't mind. She was sex willing but could take it or leave it. The beauty of asexuality was that your relationship doesn't have to be ruled by sex to be meaningful and to her it just made it feel more special everytime they do end up making last five weeks have been eventful there was one more guest at the hotel but everyone was skeptical about them working out. And Alastor and her have been making an effort to spend more alone time one on one and the conversations they had were always so meaningful. Isadora felt that if things kept going well, maybe she could tell him her secret at some point, that she has the ability to steal souls. She felt that if anyone would understand her work he would, and show him the supernatural realm she can go through and how each soul she stole made her stronger . She didn't like keeping secrets but she needed to know he was a person she could trust. And it's not like she stole any soul. She stole the souls of scum who hurt children. Hell is too good for monsters like them, they deserved it and if anyone would understand her brand of justice it would be him but she wasn't sure yet if he could be trusted. She already started opening up to him about her daughter Flora, he never pushed he would wait for her to bring her up but it was still painful to talk about. Isadora was just 16 when she had her and Flora was 19 when she got cancer back in 2020 and Isaodra was killed in 2021 she was just 36 when she died. Everyone thought that Isadora was much younger then she actually was both in life and in the after life. She never could explain it but she never looked beyond being in her twenties even though biologically she was as old as Alastor. No one would have guessed she had a grown daughter. Not a day went by when she didn't think of Flora and it pained her she never got to say goodbye. She knew Flora was in heaven cause when Isadora died the doctors were telling her to make plans to put her in memory of that always put a wincing pain in her heart, and the thought that she was not there to be by Floras side when she died and say goodbye filled her with such a deep pain that she had to push it deep down to keep from giving into despair. Isadora just hoped that Flora would forgive her, and she hoped in her heart of hearts that one day she will find a way to rip apart heaven if her power grew strong enough and see Flora again even if it's for just a few moments. Enough to say goodbye and that she loved her. One day, she told herself-one day.

Today was Monday and Isadora did not have work today or tomorrow those were her off days this week, so she went to the cafe Alastor liked and sat outside on the white old fashioned iron table and chairs similar to the one in Alastor's swamp forest area and just people watched and sip their coffee, afterwards they visited Rosie's emporium and Alastor bought her this lovely French lavender scented bubble bath and chatted with Rosie for a moment. For a towering cannibal overlord Rosie was a sweetheart and Isadora liked her. They went back to the hotel and it was only ten am still early in the day and everyone was talking about Valentine's day today, it was literally the horniest day of the year in hell especially in the pride ring among sinners and the lust ring. Isadora didn't like Valentine's day and she especially didn't like it in hell cause everyone needed to find a reason to be hornier and even grosser in public. Charlie and her sweet soul thought it was the most romantic day of the year and said she was going to take Vaggie out to Genghis bistro-a exclusive bistro that you need reservations for in advance but Charlie being the daughter of Lucifer was able to get a reservation. Husk and Angel said they were just going to watch movies and have some beers, they weren't a couple as far as Isadora knew but Angel and Husk seemed to have a deep bond and there was nothing wrong with spending it with a good friend. Isadora was worried Alastor had this big grand thing planned, Isadora liked that Alastor liked making an effort on her but Valentine's Day was really not her thing and didn't feel like seeing a bunch of horny sinners grossly feeling each other up in public.

" So Alastor, what do you have planned for Isadora for Valentine's day?" Charlie asked gleefully. Isadora's breath paused for a moment bracing herself for the big elaborate plan he may have that she didn't feel like doing but didn't want to be a bad partner and ruin his day.

" Nothing. Isadora hates Valentine's Day so I'm ordering in food and we are just going to spend some quiet time in my radio tower away from everyone." Alastor said and put an arm around Isadora.

" Oh my God that sounds perfect!" She said and put her arm around Alastor's waist and gave a little squeeze cause he was so tall and she was so short so his waist was as high as she could get.

" I knew you would appreciate that." He said looking down at Isadora.

" You're not doing anything romantic?" Vaggie asked, putting her hand in Charlie's.

" No my dear I'm giving Isadora the Valentine's day that she wants, which is to be as far away from it as possible." He said and she chuckled cause he was right and the radio tower was as far as you could get away from it.

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Later that evening they were up in his radio tower sitting on a giant plush European style couch from the 1920s the couch was so large it felt like a ornate bed with a curved mahogany armrest on one side and a giant arm cushion on the other, on the side where the mahogany armrest was was a little round pillow at the base the couch was as wide as a twin mattress Isadora felt like she was going to be swallowed up in this giant red monster of a couch. But she was also really short so the couch felt even bigger, Alastor seemed to sit on it just fine but he was seven feet tall, Isadora had to sit Indian style cause her feet did not touch the ground. She did like how nice his radio tower was and how quiet. She liked how it had the elements of a radio station, a tasteful sitting room from the 1920s, and elements of a swamp Land there was Vines over her head and she noticed cat o' nine tails growing in random places. She never understood the element of his clash of fancy and forest maybe because he was a dear and he felt like both aspects reflected who he was. They were sitting next to each other picking at the food he ordered from Cafe Attila, she knew it wasn't his favorite because it was mostly vegetarian but the fact that it was her favorite and he got it for her for Valentine's Day was very sweet.

" Even though you hate it, are you having a nice Valentine's day?' He asked picking at his food with a fork as he balanced the take out container in his hand, Isadora had hers on her lap and was also casually picking at her food which was delicious.

" Yes it's perfect cause it's away from everyone else and we don't have to deal with anyone." She said and she laughed, Isadora was getting full so she asked Alastor if he could put her container on the table cause he was tall enough to just get up without effort unlike her. He took both hers and his containers and closed them and put them on the table he had against the wall that had a lovely Tiffany style lamp from the 1920s. She kind of liked that he was a blast from the past and stayed a man of his era. Before sitting down he turned on the radio and music started playing softly but not loud enough to be distracting.

" I am glad that you are enjoying it, I do like making you happy my little blue devil" he said as he sat down, Isadora pushed herself a little more to the edge of the couch so she could face him.

" I like making you happy too, far cry from how we were when I first came here."She and Alastor chuckled and he faced her.

" Yes it is- a very far one indeed but I am glad it turned out the way it did. I find it hard to truly care about other people. They are few and far between but my heart always made room for you." He said as he put his hand against her face and rubbed his thumb across her cheek. She smiled and put her hand over his. He loved how small and delicate her hands were compared to his. Even though she had three claw-like fingers on her hand they still looked delicate and how he towered over her. She was so small he was glad she belonged to him, she was his and he knew he would never let her go. She was his ma petite Amie. He bent down to kiss her, she returned it back eagerly. He pulled away and looked at her for a moment. Her face was so beautifully formed and delicate even when she was horrible to him at the beginning he always appreciated her beauty and the silky light blue hair and her eyes even tho had no pupils or irises were like shining light blue stones. She was breathtaking, and she was his. He reached down to kiss her again and he cupped the back of her head with his hand, he felt his hand go around her waist, his kisses feeling more hungry because he hungered for her. He hungered for the taste of her mouth, the feel of her smooth dark blue skin, and the softness of her.

He felt himself lowering her down and he was on top of her, he pulled back and looked down at her.

"If you don't want to, we don't have to." He said feeling her underneath him, they have made love twice and if this were to happen a third time he wanted it to be because she wants it to, he had a great deal of respect for her and he wanted to have her but he wanted her to want him too.

" I want to," she said and stroked the side of his face with her finger. He leaned down and kissed her again careful not to put too much of his weight on her, each kiss he felt more hungry for her taste and she felt his tongue go into her mouth, he gently flicked it against hers it surprised her and aroused her at the same time, this was the first time he ever kissed her like that. He pulled back and he sat up on his knees and took off his jacket and his dress shirt, Isadora pulled her shirt over her head and discarded it on the floor as well as her leggings and socks, Alastor got off the couch for a moment and discarded the rest of his clothing and naked climbed alongside her and started undoing the front buttons of her bra and Isaodra sat up so he could get her bra off completely, he got on top of her and she could feel his hardness against her stomach as he cupped each breast and lovingly kissed them he slid his hands down along her stomach as he kissed a trail down her stomach and over the hem of her panties, he sat up on his knees and hooked his fingers along the elastic waist of her panties and slid them down her thighs and past her ankles and discarded them over his shoulder and she gave a small chuckle, Alastor chuckled in turn and leaned over Isadora and kissed her deeply again before getting up on his knees he grabbed the outside of her thighs and opened her legs a little wider so he could have full access to her, his hands shifted and he grabbed her by her hips and he slowly pushed himself into her and with a firm grip on her hips started to thrust, he looked down at her in this position he can see her entire form and with each thrust her breast bounded up and down her hands gripping the little round pillow under her head, her hair splayed across her face and her face contorted into pleasure. Seeing her in the full throws of sexual bliss turned him on and he thrusted faster, tightening the grip he had on her hips. He lifted her up slightly so he could go in deeper and pounded unmercifully against her feeling like he was splitting her wide open, her moaning started turning into cries of ecstasy as he went faster and harder and for one split moment he wondered if he was hurting her, but she told him to keep going, he leaned down and bit down on her sweaty neck, tasting her against his tongue, one hand balancing his weight the other one still gripped on her thigh, he felt beads of sweat collecting around his neck as he shifted his weight onto both arms and on his knees so he can continue thrusting as fast and as hard as he could into her. Her hair clung in little tendrils across her forehead as he buried his face in her neck inhaling the sweet scent of her skin and clean smell of her sweat.

"Tu m'appartiens," He said in breathless whispers against her ear. Hearing him speak French was turning her on.

" Say something else in French," she said In ragged breaths the feeling of intense pleasure and ecstasy waving over her she felt herself about to come over the edge.

" Tu es à moi," he whispered he could feel her walls getting tighter and he felt his release about to come as well and he arched sharply over her and gripped the mahogany arm rest quickening his pace cause he felt she was about to come he cried out

" Je t'aime Isadora!" As he felt himself climaxing he barely got the last words out cause his voice choked in gasps of pleasure as he released himself inside of her, Isadora arched her hips and cried out his name in between gasps of pleasure as she came then her body went limp as Alastor collapsed next to her and then he grabbed her and held her close, both of them trembling as they clung breathlessly to each other both of their bodies glistening with sweat both of them facing each other in a needy embrace as their foreheads touched and they giggled softly to each other their minds in a state of consummated Bliss. Isadora whispered,

" I don't speak French but the last thing you said….did you the Radio Demon just told me you loved me?" She said, smiling, her leg hooking over his leg so she could be closer to him. His arms around her pulled her in tighter and she clung tighter to him in turn.

" Yes my little blue devil I love you." He said and kissed her forehead, she looked at him, he smiled all the time but this time his eyes smiled too so she knew he meant every word.

" I love you too." She said and smiled back at him. They laid there all night talking about everything under the sun not leaving each other's arms. Isadora couldn't believe it….she was in love with the Radio Demon and he loved her back.