Chapter Two

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I walked into my bathroom, blood still on my hands.
I look in the mirror and ruffle my dark black hair. I noticed something on my face. That mother fucker got blood on my face.

Noticing the dark eye circles under my eyes I realized that I haven't slept in 26 hours.
I took off what I was wearing and got into the shower. I washed off the blood and sweat on my face and quickly got out.

I walked into my room and got changed. Now, you're probably wondering "Omg, what did this poor man do to deserve this" blah blah blah. Give me a second. This isn't about love, money, or just satisfaction. 1. I work for myself. 2. This is for revenge. I bring bad people.

The man raped a girl passed out at a party and tried to assault my sister. Like any good brother I had to take care of him. Doesn't matter how I do it. Just got to make sure they're taken care of.

They try to ask God to forgive them for their sins when God doesn't even have the power to stop what's going on.

And let me clear this up real quick. I have a normal house. It's not something from the movie "Annabelle" or "The Conjuring".

It's a one story house, two bed, one bath. When you walk through the door on your left it's my kitchen, on your write it's the "closet door" where most of my work is done. And if you keep walking you'll find my living room. Then there's a hallway with the two bedrooms and down the hallway is the bathroom.

I doubt that makes any sense but I'm not here to give you a house tour.

Yes, my name is Alastor. Before I was born my parents were some kind of clut. I didn't understand it either. Or what kind or parents would name their son after a demon but now it kinda has a nice ring to it.

My parents actually tried to sacrifice me in their cult to Satan or something. I honestly don't know what saved me nor do I care. They were drunk all the time and had my sister 7 years after I was born. I did my best to hide her from our sycophantic parents and raise her myself.

It's about noon now and of course I don't have an appetite so I decided to take a nap. Ignoring the wimping and crying or the man. Ha, pussy.

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Sorry this chapter was a bit boring. Kinda got stuck. Next chapter will be a bit more interesting.

Thanks for reading. Also pls give me some constructive criticism.

-Austin

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