Hello dear readers, I've decided to change the way I write a little bit, so if my style fluctuates I'm very sorry!
And remember to smile!
Tw : Gore(?)
~Alastor pov~
It was silent, y/n was staring at me and I was staring at y/n. It was..odd. Not even the screams of demons being murdered outside distracted us. So I spoke up "well I think that's absolutely preposterous. Why on earth would that be a sin my dear? You were defending yourself after all. I mean, hell! Some of us were infamous serial killers hahaha!" Y/n looked puzzled before cracking a small smile "I mean, yeah I guess that's true, but oh well I'd rather be down here then up there with those prissy angels" now that, surprised me. Of course not letting it show my smile only widened my precious y/n always full of surprises. "Well Alastor, I do have a little question for you" I simply hummed to let them know I was listening. "Well you feel familiar" I stopped. 'Well that's not good' I thought to myself. "Ohoho my dear of course I'm familiar! All of hell cowers beneath my gaze." This just caused y/n to sigh and roll their eyes. "Come now my fawn, don't be so down" y/n groaned.
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~y/n pov~
I walked upstairs and to my room, ending the conversation by just groaning and leaving. I lied down, thinking some sleep would be good. Mistake #1.
I was running. Through the woods yet again. Is this stupid nightmare ever going to leave me alone? I heard laughter behind me, and it was enough to get me to run faster, as fast as my legs could carry me. Of course the first thing after the laughing is the line I know all too well
"OH MY LITTLE FAWWWN!!~"
I tripped. Falling to the cold ground, wincing in pain as my elbows bleed. He catches up to me but before I can look back I feel this very intense sharp pain in my back. Screaming, I look back to see that I've been stabbed by...a silhouette in red? I can't see his face. The thick smell of blood lingers in the air, he takes the knife out and....licks my blood off of it?! You sick bastard!
I let out a small whimper of pain before muttering "could've at least stabbed m-me somewhere vital.." the silhouette laughs, and in a mocking tone he says "why would I do that? It's enjoyable to see those below you suffer!" Oh this sadistic prick. His mistake for not stabbing my throat though. Just as i was about to scream he stabbed me in the side of the neck.
I woke up, jolting up in bed and panting in a cold sweat. That same dream again, I wonder what it means....I looked over to the clock 5 am oh great might as well get up for the day. Sighing, I pick out my clothes for today and damn they're cute. It's a f/s (favorite style) shirt
And some f/c (favorite color) sweats and of course...my sexy as fuck underwear, yeah baby!
I look at the mirror, shaking my head. I'm so stupid.
