Hazbin High

"I would tear the world apart for you"

Hi guys! This chapter was one of my favourite to write. At first, I had a plan to make Alastor break up with Angel for Angel's safety and for Angel and his siblings to move away to their distant relatives after their final exams. But then I thought, it didn't sound like our favourite serial killer Alastor, lol. So, I rewrote the chapter. Hope you all will enjoy this version much more.

Some French words used: fils=son; cher=dear; Mon=my; Ange=Angel; salope=slut; amour=love; Mon doux Ange=My sweet angel

Some Italian words used: il mio bel diavolo=my handsome devil; stop bene=I am okay; ucidimi, ti prego=kill me, please;

The rain mixed with Angel's tears as the blonde boy sobbed loudly. The brunette rubbed his back. "He is going to pay for this." Alastor murmured. Angel shivered uncontrollably. "Please Al, I am scared." Angel murmured. "Shh. I am here, Mon Ange. I will make sure, nothing ever happens to you." Alastor reassured him and Angel nodded. "Let's go now." Alastor said and Angel held Alastor's hand as he led him back home.

Angel's eyes closed instantly the moment they reached home and sat on the bed. He was exhausted. Alastor patted his head and gave his forehead a light kiss. He was going to confront his father. No one hurts his Angel! But till his parents return, he was going to make sure Angel had a good sleep. He looked outside the window and saw the rain was turning to hail. He sighed and closed the curtains. Thank God the window was away from the bed and a lot of Alastor's possessions.

He wondered how his friends, Pentious and Cherri's date had gone. Probably good because it was scheduled in the afternoon and it was already evening. He remembered the girls were going to have a sleepover tonight. He wondered how they will even reach Charlie's home in this hailstorm. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a door closing from downstairs. His mom was back from the grocery store. He placed a kiss on Angel's head before rushing down.

Alastor rushed to the kitchen and hugged his mom from behind. "Alastor, what happened?" his mother asked, looking at the young boy who wasn't smiling. "Why are you not smiling, fils?" she asked lovingly. "Father. He hurt Angel." Alastor replied, shaking. And although his mother thought he was shaking in fear, Alastor was actually shaking in anger. "What did he do?" his mother asked. Alastor spoke the words, Angel spoke, Angel's sobs were still ringing in his ears.

Alastor's mother was silent as she hugged her son. His husband was cruel but she didn't think he would go this far. Alastor's mother knew she had to do something to protect his son. "How about you go to your room and stay there, hmm. When your father comes I will talk to him." his mother assured him and he nodded. He turned around and headed for the stairs but before leaving, he turned around and said, "Tell him, Angel is my boyfriend." with a dark look in his eyes. His mother nodded and asked him to smile which he did.

Okay please don't kill me, I was going to make Al win but I changed it to Al losing. This is going to be a fuckton of an emotional rollercoaster. So bear with me. A lot of things are going down in this chapter. It's depressing asf, at least for me.

Alastor sat next to his beautiful love and carressed his cheek. Angel's eyes fluttered open and a smile grew on his face as he looked at Alastor. "How are you feeling, Mon cher?" Alastor asked, caressing his cheek. "Beautiful." Angel replied with a cocky smile, making Alastor laugh a little. "Well you're beautiful, Mon Amour." Alastor replied. "Not as much as you, il mio bel diavolo." Angel said.

Alastor smiled. Of course, Angel was back to his flirty self. He knew how to hide his pain so well. "You are very brave, Mon Ange." Alastor said. "Kiss me." Angel said in return. Alastor looked at him in surprise. "Our first kiss was in the rain, I want the second to be here. KIss me." Angel added. Alastor shook his head with a smile at how adorable Angel was but complied. Alastor leaned in to kiss his love.