Desire Of The Soul

Alastors Introduction

Chapter two: Alastors Introduction
Edited: 12/8/22

February 18th, 1933
My mother raised me to enjoy life, to be happy and to always smile, no matter what emotion because it shows power over those who judge you, not like I cared too much about that, but I have done it since anyways, even if she did not mean to literally smile all the time.

My mother taught me almost everything I know, besides my love for blood and eating humans. (My auntie Rosie taught me that part) I worked for an old butcher;when I was a young boy; who couldn't very well understand my strong southern accent, considering I live and still live in New Orleans. nor did he know how to speak French, so it was hopeless. (He was from New York)

I soon consulted my mother about this, and she spent most of her days off teaching me how to speak more properly, to the point it came naturally. Rarely does my accent come out unless I just wake up or when I talk to my mother, even then it was only the word "Mama" or when I let it slip on purpose to quote something when we were letting a moment humor itself.

As it turns out, my accent change came in handy when I turned 18 and pursued my dream of becoming a radio show host, becoming my career that I still do today. Sadly though, my mother died shortly after from a measly sickness, I felt worthless as I couldn't do anything but help her bathe and change, while also cleaning the house and working double shifts to help pay the bills of course.

The day she died was the worst day of my life, I took my anger out on everything, I did eventually calm enough to call the hospital to tell them she passed. Watching the people who took her body away from the bloodied bed was like a whole new pain, not being able to breathe quite as well. I did quickly go inside but the memories of her danced around as if they where a shadow before the walls finally closed around me.

The next moment, when I came to, I was cooking Jambalaya. I do know what happened, I don't feel regret or remorse, nor was it the first time I've done this. Mother would be disappointed, but I can't stop.

Not that I want to...

My mother was very excited when I got my soulmate mark, I was hardly a teenager. It was placed on my collar bone, Shaped like a little pink spider on a string of web. The next few nights I woke up in pain with bruises always covering my body, never my face though, strangely enough. My mother was always with me through those times, trying to calm my pitiful crying. She would say "Ya gonna be okay Cher, you gonna find ya soulmate and ya gonna both be okay"

At the time, I wasn't too worried for my soulmate, not that I should be expected to just for that, why I don't believe I've ever met them anyways. it still hasn't ceased though, while it isn't as bad now, its still a problem. I'm sure whatever my Soulmate does is dangerous, as I wake up with what seems stab wounds or bullet wounds sometimes, (Which I'm sure I'm aquainted with enough by now to recognize) quickly having to clean everything and wrapping it immediately.

I was born in the grand year of 1911 on May 23rd in New Orleans, making me 22 years of age as of now. While I have no interest meeting my soulmate as of now, it would be nice if I had someone I loved as much as I had my mother, maybe even more. It would be nice. I also would not mind being able to take them from such a dangerous environment, surely! Ahah!

Oh, I must be going now! I'm live in just a few moments, goodbye now.

꧁༺ (𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓔𝓭𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓛𝓮'𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓺𝓾𝓮 𝓕𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 18𝓽𝓱, 1933 ༻꧂

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This chapter took me like two hours to make, so much less than it did with the other one lol.

Hope you enjoyed!

(Also the actual story chapters aren't gonna come out this quick so I'm sorry in advance lol)