𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

pt 9

He didn't know what to do.

As soon as he teleported to what was left of his radio tower, his knees weakened until he fell, so his only means of continuing to move forward was to use his claws as pressure spikes as he crawled through the rubble leaving a crimson trail behind him.

The wound Adam had inflicted on him was deadly, and he knew very well that he could indeed have died in the midst of that chaos had he not used the last of his remaining strength to summon his shadows and disappear from the site. Had it been a cowardly act? Yes, it was and he knew it. He left everyone else to fight on their own while he hid, but he didn't care what happened to the damn hotel, its unsolvable cause and its disgusting people to begin with. He only cared about himself and that, in these moments, was not feeling like a prey and deciding to take the best path to continue living and...

"Alastor"

Oh, shit. No, no. It couldn't be her.

"Alastor, stop"

The feminine, imposing voice made him stop. Unconsciously his body gave way to those usual damn tremors as he could feel the hot, hard material of the chains tugging at his neck.

He couldn't see her, but he could glimpse her angular figure sheathed in a long dress through the thick darkness of his mind, giving him a smile. One of those smiles that wreaked havoc inside him. One of those smiles that made him forget what he was and what he aspired to be. One of those smiles that only made him feel like a caged animal regaining the notion of his status as a pet for someone who enjoyed using him at her whim.

Lilith.

The powerful Lilith.

The mistress of his damned soul.

"Alastor... hadn't I ordered you to do something?"

As best he could he stood up, exposing the fresh, bleeding wound on his chest. He knew she was watching him, so that action would be enough to give her to understand that there was not much he could do in his situation. Less so when he felt his own organs overheating as the minutes passed, as if at any moment they could become bombs that would explode.

"Oww, dear... "

The sweet voice contrasted with the action of her hand, which was to pull hard on the chains until he fell to his knees on the floor again. Even the pressure around his neck had been so much that he helplessly dropped his head as the blood spurted from between his lips with a grotesque sound that accompanied Lilith's melodious, Machiavellian laughter.

"I warned you never to observe me in a position other than that of your status"

Yes, he remembered but apparently the loss of blood was beginning to affect his mind. So much so that he was forgetting certain things like the rule to always stay on his knees before her if he wanted to stay alive.

Lilith shook her head slightly, placing her slender fingers over her lips in a gesture of hiding a genuine laugh by an action that could be considered elegant and delicate. That was how she was. She could be so many things at once that no thinking being could ever claim what her true face was without ending up going completely insane in the process.

He had been one of those cases, and now he was there. Like a dying animal looking for sympathy from his own depradator.

"Adam has hurt you pretty bad. That's a pity. Angelic wounds don't heal in hell, dear"

Another soft laugh.

Alastor felt what little vitality was left in his body leave him along with the coldness of his sweat and the broken glass beneath his body.