𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

Cannibalistic Urges

Alastor locked himself in his bedroom a week ago, his cannibalistic urges became stronger because of a certain scent.

His darling beau's scent.

Angel's scent.

"Al, please, open the door. I just wanna talk." Angel said worriedly. He hasn't seen his husband in an entire week. "Angel. Please. Leave me be. I do not wish to hurt you."

"Al, whatever's happenin, ya can talk to me, I'll be here for ya."

The overwhelming urge to cannibalize his darling became stronger.

"Angel." He hissed through gritted teeth.

"Please. I'm worried." The spider softly said.

Alastors mouth watered at the smell of Angel and the sound of his voice.

"I- don't want to hurt you!"

The image of Angel's blood in Alastors mouth, dripping down his chin made Alastor drool.

"Alastor, if ya don't open the door. I'ma use the key."

That was it.

He snapped.

Alastor kicked the door open and grabbed Angel, then closed the door with his foot. He tossed Angel onto the bed and got on top of him.

"A- Al! Are ya okay? Ya in heat or somethin-"

Alastor cut open Angel's stomach with his claws, his screams cutting through the air like a fish in water.

"ALAST-"

A tentacle wrapped around Angel's mouth, quieting him down.

Alastor dove in, eating Angel's organs and drinking his blood. His tail wagged at the metal, yet sweet taste of his blood in his mouth. Alastor ripped Angel's stomach even wider, plucking his skin out and ripping out the fur so he wouldn't swallow it.

He looked at Angel's secondary pair of eyes. "Open the smaller ones, đåřłïňğ."

Angel was frozen in pure fear, a shadow opened Angel's secondary pair of eyes and Alastor squeezed one of his eyes out. Swallowing it in one bite. Blood ran down Angel's face and body, tears down his face.

He was terrified of Alastor.

Somehow he was still breathing and okay.

"Ýœůř đëłïčïøú§, đėãŕïə." Alastor said with a sadistic grin, Angel's blood dripping through his lips.

After many hours of Alastor eating Angel and torturing him, he regained his senses as he took a last sip of his blood.

Alastors eyes dimmed into it's normal red color and his antlers became small again.

He stared at the body below him, recognizing it immediately.

He looked at his hands, covered in his husband's blood.

He screamed as loud as he ever had before. The scream piercing through the night as he sobbed above his husband.

Angel had to watch it all, he couldn't speak. But he wasn't permanently dead. Sinners can't die unless it's an Angel weapon.

But Alastor didn't know that.

Alastor cried and cried over his husband's body, clawing at his hair and apologizing over and over again. He clawed his arms, digging his sharp nails into his skin until it bled.

He tried to heal Angel's fatal injuries, using spare organs he had in jars. He used the same bloodtype Angel had, putting it in his blood stream.

He did everything he could, searching through his spell books and ancient healing books through teary eyes.

His shadows assisted him in his search.

He found a spell after hours of searching.

Alastor put Angel's body on the ground carefully and created a pentagram, setting candles on each end. He lit them and chanted in a foreign language, his eyes became a blood red color and the pentagram was set ablaze.

The second it started was the second it ended. Angel's body was slowly healed and his fatal wounds were patched immediately.

Alastor dropped to his knees and leaned over Angel, caressing his cheek and crying softly. Waiting for his lover to open his eyes.

He held his lover to his chest, shaking and crying.

"S'il vous plaît, réveillez-vous, mon amour. Je promets que je ne te ferai plus jamais de mal, s'il te plaît réveillie-toi. Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi, ma fleur sauvage. Anthony, s'il te plaît.. J'ai besoin de toi dans ma vie, je ne peux pas imaginer un monde sans toi." Alastor whispered in French, tears dripping from his eyes onto his spiders cheeks.

He wasn't sure when his darling beau would wake up.

He hoped it would be soon.
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For all of hells sake.