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- So. We have an army. Alastor will try to protect us while we fight and Vaggie will teach us how to defeat angels 'till that. Sir Pentious and his eggs have built some weapons and-

- And nothing, Charlie. It's the fourth time you repeat all of that, dear. You should calm down. - Interrupted Alastor.

- I know, I know, I'm just afraid... What if we can't do it...?

- Charlieeee, if we can't do it at least I beated the fuck out of some assholes! - Said Angel.

- You're really good at encouraging people, pornstar. - Ironized Vaggie. 

- Hey! I'm trying my best!

- It is better if you just shut up. - Said Alastor.

- I do que whatever I want, Smiles.

- Guys! Stop, please! This is serious. This... This can change our lives and the lives of whole hell! We can- 

- Can we already stop with the motivational speeches? - Asked Alastor.

Charlie sighed.

- Whatever.

- When are we going to fight hehe? I want to stab angels! I want to kill them, they have been bad boys hehehehe!!! - Said Nifty, and climbed to the table.

- Be patient, dear. - Alastor replied.

Husk got up and went to the bar, making himself a drink.

- Husker, do you mind bringing me a drink? - Asked the Radio Demon.

- What do you want, Sir?

- Whiskey is fine.

Husker handed him the drink.

- May I know why are you all looking at me like that? Why do you all seem so surprised whenever I drink? - Asked Alastor, taking a sip.

- Becaaaaause maaaaaybe it has poison that I put there. - Said Angel with a laugh.

- Haha! Very funny. But no, I would know if you ever tried to kill me... Understood? - Alastor made a psychopathic face and his image glitched for a bit.

- Well, I-

- Can you two please shut up? And Alastor, stop with that! It's fucking scary. - Said Vaggie.

- Yes, chef, it is scary! - Exclaimed one of the eggs.

- Hmph. Maybe. - Answered Alastor as he left the living room.

***

Alastor locked his room's door and leaned against the wall, sighing deeply.

- I'm so tired... - He said while looking out the window. The sky was already dark and the moon wasn't very visible, making the night ever darker. He lit a candle to light the room. 

- I should probably try to sleep something... - He said to himself when he noticed his dark circles in a reflection. 

Alastor took off his coat, as well as his shirt, but he stalled when he saw his reflection on the mirror. 

His entire torso was covered in scars, not that he didn't already know that. Seeing his appearance on the mirror made him remember why he always changed his clothes in the dark. Alastor gently ran his fingers over the old scars, in silence. He couldn't help but remember the day of his death. The memory of the pain he felt when he was almost eaten alive by the dogs was still very vivid.

Alastor was stopped looking at his reflection, but closed his eyes tightly hoping that the memories would go away, however it was in vain.

He could still feel the dilacerating pain of being torn apart by the dogs, and in the moment he opened his eyes he started hallucinating a bit.

He looked at his reflection and saw his image glitching and transforming from his real image for his human body full of bites and blood.

Alastor laughed in complete panic and huddled in a corner, closing his eyes tightly to try to stop seeing it and not to cry. Still panicking, he began pulling his hair and ears to try to return to reality. 

"Again? I'm fucking weak. I'm being weak. I can't let that happen. I have to control myself. I can't lose my mind again, this can't happen again. " Alastor scolded himself as he got into the sheets, snuggling into the bed. 

- Ha! I don't think I'll be able to sleep now. Amazing. - Stated to himself, but closed his eyes anyway. Alastor wanted to sleep just for not to have to think about what happened, at least for some hours. It would be easier.


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I know I post very small chapters, BUT In my defense, I write everything at once without dividing it and then I have to see where I cut. And so I learned that I don't know how to divide chapters. Yay. Moral of the story: don't be stupid like me and divide it into parts as soon as you write it, don't leave it until the end. 

Yay.

Anyways I hope you like it!!! 

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