The dark side of the pentagram OC x Alastor (English ver.)

Nightmare

TW: Nightmares (Lol), hints of rape, blood, murder, violence (just in the dream tho)

I was standing in a warehouse I was all too familiar with, the floor was ice cold and my hands were shaking. Where were my sisters? Where was my father? I stood up, I hadn't even realized I was sitting.

I felt like I was in a trance as I walked down a strangely long hallway that opened up in front of me. I thought I saw shadows dancing on the walls, but then noticed that there was some kind of black, syrupy liquid running down them.

Behind me the liquid poured into the passage, covered the floor and slowly flowed towards me. I ran faster. At the end of the hallway a door opened and behind it I could see a green light glowing.

Suddenly I heard a scream; Hazel! What was happening in there, I had to help her! In desperation I pushed open the door; what I saw there shocked me to the core.

There were two bodies on the floor, my father's and my little sister's. Their motionless bodies oozed the same liquid as the walls, especially from the horrible, glowing green seams that ran across every inch of skin.

My other sister, Hazel, stood with tears in her eyes under the dim beam of a light bulb, her naked, battered body also covered in green stitches. She clung desperately to a green collar that hung around her neck, a shadowy figure pulling on the chain. It was wearing a black jacket.

Before I could do anything, the figure pulled out a knife and slit my beloved sister's throat. I heard her scream, as if in slow motion her body fell to the side, where it stared at me reproachfully with empty, dead eyes.

I gave a bloodcurdling scream, threw myself at the figure, snatched the knife from it and stabbed it as if I were out of my senses. Black liquid soaked the red carpet and the figure toppled to the side.

The green mist in the room cleared slightly, revealing something red lying in the corner. As if mesmerized, I walked up to it and turned it over. I look at Alastor's bloodied face in disbelief. His ears were flattened, his breathing was rattling, and his eyes were filled with fear. He was afraid of me.

Black tears streamed from his eyes, blood dripped from his stitched lips. Only then did I notice that horrific stab wounds covered his entire torso. He whimpered and backed away: "You killed me," he said in a strangled voice, then his body went limp and he fell motionless to the ground. He was dead. And it was my fault.

I stared in disbelief at my shaking hand that still held the knife. It was soaked in Alastor's blood. Gasping, I dropped it and stumbled back a few steps in horror. To my horror, I hit something soft, tripped over it, and fell.

The shadow thing I had fallen over suddenly raised its head. With terrible, rattling breaths it stood up and crawled towards me. I was paralyzed with panic.

Black liquid dripped onto me as it leaned over me, its ice-cold breath smelling of death and rot. The black, bloody claws dug into my jaw, forcing me to look the thing in the face.

I looked into a pair of yellow goat eyes.

No, I couldn't believe it, I desperately tried to wriggle out of the creature's grip, but it held me tight. Black liquid dripped onto my face and ran into my mouth. The taste made me gag, I couldn't breathe for fear, I couldn't hear anything but the pounding rush of my blood, and I couldn't tear myself away from those eyes.

Those terrible, terribly familiar eyes that only allowed one conclusion. The thing brought its cruel mouth filled with rotten teeth close to my ear and spoke the words that ate through my skin like acid and nested in the holes in the shape of my loved ones that death had torn into my heart.

"You are me."

I screamed, horrifyingly and deafeningly loud. I screamed as darkness enveloped me and I felt something shaking my shoulder. I heard a voice, but I couldn't hear what it was saying over the terrible volume of my own screams.

Suddenly the darkness was lit by a small flame reflected in two worried, fire-colored eyes. My hands clutched the red sheets of a bed. It was just a dream.

I felt Alastor's hand on my arm and my screams turned into quiet, shaky sobs. Thick, salty tears streamed down my face as new sobs rose from my throat.

Two arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders and held me tightly to a bony chest in which a heart beat rapidly against the ribs, like the first beats of a young bird's wings.

I cried and buried my face in Alastor's suit, breathing in the calming smell of forest and strawberries that it gave off. A hand gently stroked my hair and a quiet voice, lacking its usual radio effect, whispered to me:

"Everything's fine. We all dream of our death after our transition to hell, that's completely normal.", trembling, I calmed my breathing and enjoyed the embrace for a few more moments before I pulled away.

"I... It wasn't just my death... Everyone died Al! They were all dead and you too, you were lying there in the corner, it was terrible and I killed you! I'm so sorry-" , I started sobbing again. "Shhh, everything is fine, my dear. You see," he looked genuinely surprised that I was crying because of him, "I'm fine! Absolutely nothing to worry about."

My sobs had seamlessly transitioned into quiet hiccups and I placed a careful hand on his cheek, as if he would break if touched. It felt cold, but Alastor gave me a reassuring smile.

"How about you lie down again and I read something to you? There are still a few hours until sunrise and it would be a real shame if you couldn't enjoy the day tomorrow!", I nodded gratefully and snuggled up in the blanket, while Alastor pulled a book from the shelf.

'The very gruesome murder of Amber Green', well, that sounded familiar to me.

I didn't think I would be able to fall asleep again, let alone that this book could be anything other than boring, but Alastor's pleasant voice and the passion with which he read filled the landscape descriptions with life and the gentle static hum, what he said had a calming effect on me.

My eyes closed and I dreamed of the forests and swamps of New Orleans for the rest of the night.

Thank you for reading! I think Alastor is really getting too nice and I'll have to do something about that soon. 'The very gruesome Murder of Amber Green' is not a real book, I just made something up. What is your favorite book? Mine is 'The girl that soared over fairyland' by Catheryne M. Valente, or 'Alice in wonderland' by Lewis Carrol.

Sorry that the plot is moving so slowly, I have to watch the pilot episode again because we're about to start the real timeline of Hazbin Hotel soon.

I hope you are doing well.

Kisses, your Catnip