Weak

The fear in his eyes

(Quick note, these next few chapters are going to follow along with the lyrics of the song, 'hold on' by chord oversteer, so if you see lyrics here and there that's why. Also this is not my art but it really is great! I couldn't find the artist sadly, anyways, enjoy!)

Alastor hated the look Angel gave him in that moment, a look of absolute fear, as if all of the trust for him broke and Alastor felt like a monster, he was a monster. Angel was frozen on the floor, tears slowly rolled down his cheeks and a purple hand mark was left on his cheek, Alastor couldn't believe he had done that. He tried to go near Angel, his antlers had gone back to normal size and the static was completely gone from the room and his very own voice, it was just his own normal voice.
"Angel, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to I-." Angel shielded himself as Alastor came near him, shaking. Alastor stopped and slowly crouched down, trying to be as gentle as possible.

As soon as he lay a hand on Angel though Angel jumped and stood up quickly. Running out of the room and sobbing, Alastor called his name and apologized, throwing his hand out to the direction Angel ran, his smile dropping. He heard someone going down stairs, followed by the slamming of a door the floor below Alastor's, Angels floor.

'Loving and fighting, accusing denying.'

Alastor fell to his knees, he couldn't believe what he had just done. He just kept looking down at himself, ashamed, he didn't mean to, he didn't want to harm Angel. Angel eyes, he couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, it was a look his victims have him when they knew they weren't going to escape alive, a look he only saw on Angel's face once before, when he was with Valentino. Why had he let his anger take over him so easily, why, he could've just been patient, it was just a dumb overlords for god's sake!

He was breathing heavily, his shadow pulled him up from the floor, setting him down on the bed, it looked worried for him.
"Why would I do that! I'm a horrible person, I already knew that, but why would I ever do that to Angel, to my love..." His voice was shaking and static travelled around the room. His shadow shook its head and mumbled things to Alastor, Alastor adjusted his microphone and held it up to his shadows face,

'I can't imagine a world with you gone.'

"You are not a bad--- person. You didn't me--n it. You need to go see if --- alright though." His shadows voice was laced with static and difficult to understand, but Alastor already knew he had to go check on him, he didn't exactly believe that he wasn't a monster after what he had done to him though.

'The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of.'

Angel slammed the door and slid down the walk, tears pouring down his eyes, the voice was screaming at him,
'Hes just like him, I knew he was a fake, he never cared about you, he's just like everyone else. Why would anyone care about you, you were being such a pain anyway. You deserved it.' Angel slammed his hands on the sides of his head, trying desperately to ignore the thought, he would never, but why did he, what should he think. His thoughts were drowning him.

He held his bruised cheek and kept crying, he knew no one cared about him, but had he really done it on purpose? He didn't know, but he did know that what he said was very much the truth,
"You are a nuisance!" That's what he shouted when he hit him, and it was so true. Angel didn't believe Alastor ment to slap him, but he did believe that that is what he thought of him. He was really just a waste of space, the others probably thought the same, Vaggie already made it clear, Husk didn't care about anyone, and Charlie was to nice to say anything, so was Nifty. But he knew it's what they thought, when he went out to see Valentino or just was around, once he left they would day things. They would talk about how useless he was, how they wished he would just leave, there was no way he could ever be redeemed anyway.