Chapter Two

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"Shit..." Alastor huffed, flicking some excess blood off his drenched hand. Spraying a few stray droplets of crimson onto the floor of his parlor. "That's something I didn't anticipate tonight."

It had been a few days since your last encounter with Alastor. Not that you had been avoiding him of course, but you had your own life in Hell and he was busy with his on earth. You were due to see him again sometime shortly any how, turns out tonight would be the night that Al would summon you instead of you just popping up.

An old associate of his had wound up coming by to shoot the breeze while Alastor was leaving work that late afternoon, and had been invited to the radio star's home to continue catching up. Turns out the man was in town visiting for a few days and wanted to see some old friends.

Upon chatting in the parlor room of Alastor's home, however, it came to light that apparently this man had tried to get a little handsy with another friend of Al's; unbeknownst to him that Al knew this female he had tried to harass. Upon hearing about his friend almost getting taken advantage of, he wound up getting the man drunk to the point of pure inebriation; and used the opportunity to hack him apart with an axe.

"Y/n?" Alastor said, hoping you would appear at the sound of your name. He wasn't entirely sure how to contact you, but figured it was worth a try. If not he'd just have to handle this by himself and ask you about it the next time he saw you.

Fortunately his method seemed to work, as you heard your name in the back of your mind as you were sitting at home minding your own business.

"Mmm~" you hummed tiredly, slowly manifesting into his world in a cloud of black smoke. Your lips curled into a smile as you saw a very bloodied Alastor in front of you. "Hello, sweet face."

"Good evening, mademoiselle," he greeted you. "I hope I'm not interfering with anything important."

"Not at all, I was actually just debating on what to do with myself for the evening." You said pleasantly. "It seems you've helped make that decision for me. Got a little messy, hmm?"

"Damned brute bled like a hog." He muttered, looking at the cadaver behind them.

"Looks like you had fun." You grinned, taking a deep breath in. "It's always fun when they bleed a lot. Oh, and when they scream! It's so much more exciting that way."

"I suppose." He shrugged with a gentle smile, amused that you were seemingly more excited about his kill than he was. "Normally I would've brought him out to the garage, easier clean up. But in the heat of the moment I got a little kill happy right here. I don't know how I'm going to get this stain out... I just got this rug, too." He huffed. "Is there any way you could help?"

Your eyes narrowed into an icy glare. "I did not make a deal offering to be a parlor maid." You said bluntly.

"No no no, of course not my dear!" He insisted, feeling his heart skip a beat at the thought of offending you. "Pardon the insinuation, I truly meant no offense."

"Hm." You nodded slowly. Taking a few steps toward the disfigured body you assessed the amount of damage your little human friend had inflicted. You had to admit, you were impressed with his gusto. Whomever this person was, they had certainly pissed Alastor off enough to make this personal. Their face was completely unrecognizable; all you could make out were the wedges where his axe had previously struck. Suddenly you perked up and spoke aloud.

"Is the body itself an issue?"

"No." He shook his head. "I can dispose of that no problem if we just get it out to my car."

"Very well, then. Thadius," you said, a void black shadow of a large cat appearing at your left side; appearing to float a few feet off of the ground as if gravity didn't apply to him. "Bayard," you summoned next, another equally dark shadow -this time however, in the form of a raven- appearing on your finger as you held your hand out for him to perch on. "Hello loves." You cooed sweetly, smiling at the two shadows. "Tidy up this room. Leave not a spec of blood behind. But, before you do that..."

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