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It was truly dark out, with only a few people roaming the streets. It would have been a wonderful night to hunt, but Alastor had work for tomorrow. Taking a haste step on the front porch Alastor made himself prepare to what disaster awaited him.
Taking his keys from his pocket Alastor went to unlock the door. The house was quiet, but strain your ears then maybe you could hear a grunt coming from upstairs.
"My dearest brother?" Alastor called out, his hand reaching for his pocket knife.
"Alastor..." Albert laughed nervously, poking his head out from the kitchen arch.
With new found ease, Alastor put away the pocket knife. He almost didn't want to set foot in the kitchen. But alas, he had to correct what was to be corrected. He was thankful that the house didn't smell, or was set on fire.
"What in tarnation..."
Alastor was speechless to say anything more. The entire kitchen was a mess. The windows were wide open, an exit way for the little black smoke coming from the covered pan. The stove was not lit, but water was on it. And a knife, a knife was embedded in the wall just beside power outlet.
"I-I can explain..." Albert tried to reason, but Alastor's ears were dead to pardons.
"Out! And don't even come back into this kitchen unless I say so" Alastor stated, quite annoyed.
"Yes sir!" Albert was out in a jiffy. He didn't want to face his little brothers wrath, that's for sure.
With the main cause of mess out of the way, Alastor can finally set to do some work. Starting off by cleaning the kitchen and making something to eat.
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Albert set for his room, he was lucky to get out of that kitchen without a scratch from his brother. The youngest was a lot like their mother, he loved it. It was like she was still with them, just in the form of a manical little gentleman.
With a chuckle Albert went to change his clothes, some soot had gotten into his white dress shirt. It was greatly inappropriate to leave it on in that state. And he didn't want to get scolded again.
A sudden thud broke Albert off from his train of thought and regret.
"Who's there?" The man opened the door to his room revealing the empty hallway. But one things for sure, a shadow of a person was reflecting from the corner.
A smirk traced his features, taking a knife from his dresser Albert slowly walked towards the shadow. 'Was that the intruder from earlier today? Well, they should have gotten away when they had the chance'
Albert swing his knife but the other was quick to dodge. Albert knocked into a random bookshelf, and the intruder took that as a sign to run.
"You won't get away from me!"
But the intruder was already at the stairs.
Alastor perked up when he heard the commotion.
"Albert? What's going on?" He set for the stairs but someone bumped him when he rounded the corner.
"You little-" Albert had the knife up and ready to strike but stopped just in time before it hit his brother.
"Stop! Please stop!" A high pitched voice shouted which git Alastor from his shock.
Alastor was now able to take a good look at who bumped into him. A child?.
"A child?!" Albert exclaimed, quickly discarding the knife.
"Albert Altruist what were you planning to do?!" Alastor demanded holding the child close to him.
The child wrapped their little arms around Alastors neck, aiming to hide their face.
"I thought it was an intruder" Albert defended himself. He truly thought it was a grown man from the state of the shadow.
"Well clearly, you thought wrong" The child whimpered, they didn't seem to be older than six.
"There there, my dear. No need to be afraid" Alastor murmured, patting the child on its head.
The child reluctantly relaxed, their hold onto Alastor loosened just a bit. With a small smile, Alastor set for the couch, Albert hot on his heels.
In all honesty, the two of them didn't know how to take care of a child. So they did what they used to do in times of hardships. Copy their mother.
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Heaven was buzzing as always. It was kind of annoying for Azrael.
"And where did you run off this time?" The same angry voice always treated him.
"My job?" Azrael bit back, his staff lazily being held. He had nothing to fear. He far too important to be punished.
"Oh please, Gabriel. You know you can't do nothing" Azrael retorted spurting a devilish smirk as a sign of smugness.
Gabriel was annoyed beyond belief, but he knew he could not do anything.
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It had been quite a few hours now, they had eaten a late dinner and the child went to sleep in the comfort of Alastor's arms.
"You are not planning on keeping her, are you?" Albert questioned, lighting a new cigarette to his liking.
Alastor looked at him with a look that said 'isn't it obvious'. The younger hadn't entirely forgiven Albert for almost killing an innocent child.
"We can not afford another mouth to feed, Alastor" Albert stated the obviously wrong, which earned him another dirty look from the always smiling man.
"It would ruin your image! Thinking you had a secret affair and kidnapped the child!" Now that would cause trouble, with them having color and the child pale as snow. It would stake up some unwanted attention. But nevertheless Alastor was keeping the child, that was what their mother would have done if she were still alive.
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Fairytale Untold
FanfictionHe was deceived by an angel, lead to death by his mistakes.
