hands off.

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hands off.

you love him. you love alastor more than anything else in all the rings of hell. he was your everything. you love his everything.

you were lucky to have him feel the same way. and you made sure every demon in hell knew.

you love him and you trust him. you trust him with all your heart and soul and alastor was not the type to cheat. he never will and never did he even think of it.

but then again, nobody was perfect and you get paranoid sometimes. yes, some feared the radio demon, but some would drool over him. who wouldn't?

who wouldn't get paranoid sometimes when your boyfriend is powerful and gorgeous as fuck?

alastor knew how paranoid you could get at times, and every time you were, he would immediately reassure you that cheating wasn't even in his vocabulary. but then again, sometimes, he loved to tease the hell out of you.

he loved to tease you just to see how you would react. like now, he was happily chatting with a woman. and he couldn't stop the grin on his face as he felt your glare.

you stood across the street, in the shadows of an alley with your eyes glowing e/c. he was out for a morning stroll when one of the women from the cannibal colony came up to chat with him.

it was one of his fan girls. he wasn't interested in her, it was all just to see your reaction.

the woman let out a small gasp, her hand reaching up to take something off his hair. alastor didn't like it when he was touched by someone else other than you and he was about to stop her.

“oh, you have something on you—”

but then, in a blur, the woman was bloody and dead on the ground. you stood next to the corpse, your fist covered in her blood.

your eyes were glowing brighter, a scowl on your face, “hands off my man, bitch.”

alastor blinked and suppressed a laugh when you turned to him. you pulled out a handkerchief and wiped your hand, grinning up at him as if you didn't just kill a demon with a single punch.

“good morning, alastor.” you greeted innocently.

“good morning, my dear. perhaps you can join me for my morning stroll?” the radio demon offered with a smile.

you chuckled and linked your arm with his, humming, “i'd love to.”

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as always, sorry for the crappy writing (๑-﹏-๑)

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