𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

(✡SPECIAL BONUS CHAPTER #3✡)

(DISCLAIMER: Zestial's story on how he became a demon is STILL UNKNOWN. Everything here is fan based and NON-CANON.)

THE SCENT OF DEMON BLOOD wafts in the misty Hell air...
A freshly raid of hunters on prey, the bodies of the weak sprawled out in pieces across the road, while the ones who are creatures of Light wield the weapons responsible for such destruction...

The silence is circling now...like lambs to the slaughter, this dance never ends.
This same melody repeats, a yearly Extermination, hundreds fallen.
Few in hiding.

After having there fun and fulfillment for the year, the Angels fly away, there weapons dripping with the black substance that is a demon's blood, wearing it proudly as they enter the portal to Heaven's realm.

Such hippocrates, Heaven is a place where sin does not exist. Where violence is never the answer, where words are the swords and gentle hands are the way.

Though when the Extermination comes...they unleash them like rabid dogs.
They're merciless. Ruthless. Starving.

Heaven--when using the Exorcists--are using violence to exterminate an overpopulating demon race.
All the while they boast about how clean they are of sin.

There hands are soaked in blood.
It makes Zestial feel a bit thankful for not being welcomed in Heaven's arms.

Though of course, Zestial himself is a man of great sin.
A soldier...fighting for the wrong cause...and knowing it.

A soldier, feeding a king's hunger for greed and power.
A murderer for a coward...and accepting it.
He lost his soul to the pits of Hell he now swims in.

Blessed be he can survive in such a place.
Especially as what he is now.
A spider demon...spiders, what a sick, twist of his very fate he thought he had control over.

It happened in his sleep, when he was reaching his mid forties. He was camping on the outskirts of enemy territory, only to have been bitten by a venomous spider and fall to a great illness.

And the next thing he knew...here he was in Hell, in the very form that took his life.
A spider.
A life of torture and punishment for his crimes committed, though so far, he has nothing to complain about.

He's accepted this life, the life as a spider, and simply goes through the days, occasionally dodging an Exorcists blade or a Demon's bullet.

The ominous wind blowing through the eerily quiet street fills Zestial's ears, as the back of his cloak drags along the blood stained roads, his eyes taking in each and every dismembered body, and frozen eyes staring at the bleak sky.

Lifeless...now forgotten.

Poor unfortunate souls. Though at least it was quick and painless.
For some...hopefully.

Zestial swiftly sidesteps a demon in front of him that's missing half his face with a deep slash across his throat while black blood pools from the gaping wound and pours onto the pavement under him.