"Fallen Radio" (Azrael x Alastor) HH!

✧. ┊    Chapter 3 - | Sheltering the Crow |

Azrael's POV:

The strange red deer person lingered in my vision before I passed out. I couldn't really remember much after that, only the re appearing "dreams" that I've been cursed with, the screams I yelled, the blades cutting into my skin, the way 'Father' just... discarded me over a tiny mistake. It was like a loop, to remind me of my mistakes and that my actions have led me to this place. I wish for it to all stop, it's... it's agonizing.

I woke up with a cheerful but now concerned girl in front of me, she had blonde hair, yellow and red eyes and a red hotel uniform. I was startled and jumped back from the person in front of me, my wings flared up in fright, my eyes widened as I frantically looked around the strangely... welcoming place. It looked like a makeshift hotel, but for what? there were so many in this barren waste land, so what made this one special?

"Where... where the fuck am I-- FUCK!!"

I spat out, I got up in her face but doubled over in the pain and cuts, she looked unfazed and sat down next to me, she looked so... happy, why would there be a happy person in Hell? I looked down at her and felt a sense of familiarity with her, I squinted my eyes softly but shook my head, thinking "It couldn't be his kid, no it couldn't...". I groaned in pain and leaned back into the wine-red sofa, the other demons were all gathered around me, a familiar moth looking demon, a... whore spider demon?, a quick and speedy demon with big beady eyes, a grumpy and slouchy cat, a snake demon with his little minions and... and that red deer..

I pointed at the being, my hand trembling from the pain, the gentleman looked... odd, but it was probably my senses being up and all over the place, I tried to speak but my throat felt numb, it felt like blood was rising up from my throat as I tried to speak, I immediately threw up in the nearest trash can, tears welling up in my eyes as I tried to gather up my thoughts. I could hear the girl talking to the deer man, she thought she was quiet but, she wasn't.

C: "Alastor! Take him to one of our spare rooms, and... maybe try and take care of him- that could be your task of redemption!"

Al: "Charlie, dear... are you quite sure you'd want... someone like me to help the poor fellow?"

C: "I'm sure you'd be the right person for the job! now quickly take him upstairs to the room down the far right"

My vision blacked out, but I could feel the cold hands of the being called "Alastor" picking me up, he took me upstairs to the hotel rooms, the temperature of the room shifted as he carried me inside the cold and dull room. My eyes flickered open as I looked around the room- I quickly got out of his arms, I couldn't trust anyone, not now at least. I looked at the bed and sighed softly, I got the blankets and pillows and made a makeshift nest, curling up into a little ball and tried falling asleep in the middle. 

I felt the side of the bed beside me dipping slightly, my eyes fluttering open as I looked up at the towering- but charming demon. Alastor sitting upright as he stared out the window, I raised a brow at him and stayed silent, expecting him to say something, but he stayed as silent as me. I felt him moving around the room to look for some things. He was holding some string, a needle and some gauze, I could only imagine what he was going to do- but what could I do? I was weaponless, my wings and my body were battered and bruised and I could barely lift a finger up, I rested my head against the pillows, allowing him to stitch up my cuts and gashes