Strings of Fate

Chapter 12: We meet again

Alastor's POV:

 

As I walked back to my radio tower, I forced myself into thinking it was the solution. I knew I could just use my shadow and be there in the blink of an eye, but I needed to clear my head.

I'm so used to not show my sorrow that I think I forgot how to let it show.

All I want is to protect Y/n. They're the best soul I saw in weeks in Hell, even though it's not hard to beat.

Maybe love is just not for me. After all, I'm a killer of dozens of people while they probably never hurted anyone, even a fly. What could possibly be the worse they has done to end up here? Steal a lollipop? Probably not, they would had gave it back to the owner immediately.

But they obviously did worse to end up in Hell. The real question is: what is that they done exactly?

-Beautiful evening, isn't it sir? The stars are dazzling in this bloody sky.

Looking to where the voice was, I recognized the cigar man Y/n and I met earlier. He crushed it on the wall and walk in my direction, the smell of alcohol and smoke well present around him.

-Here. Let's go talk somewhere else.

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-So I was right. The Radio Demon walking with another sinner. Never knew he'd have a lover.

This man doesn't listen at all or he is way too drunk. Maybe the smoke got stuck in his brain?

-Again, sir. They're not my lover.

-Meh, same thing.

Ok, there's no way he's not saying that because he's drunk.

-You know, I had 6 children when I was alive. Mostly boys, but had also daughters like every family should have.

And great, a past memory coming back to him. And here I am, stuck on this chair in the middle of a restaurant far from my Radio Tower. Just great.

-We were a music family, it was part of our lives. My wife and my children prefered to listen. Well, excepted my last one. They always sang whenever they could and loved to let their little fingers run on the piano's notes. They even tried violin and saxophone, but their voice with the piano was like an angel fell from Heaven. That's why I always called them mon petit ange. A true angel in disguise, they were very loved everywhere they gone to.

I don't know if I should really listen to this man. After all, I could just get out if here... His talking is probably not getting us anywhere.

-And you know how it is...

 

 

 

 

I got a contract in a speakeasy at the opposite of where I lived. A well known one for a lot of people there. The alcohol was good, so I didn't refuse it. Who would I be to refuse something that could help my whole career, even change our lives for the better.

So that night, I said goodbye to all my children and my wife. I knew I'll be out of the house for a few nights, which never really happened since it was usually only a night or so. But you don't refuse a job with a few dollars behind, am I right? Particularly if you are poor. Ok, not exactly poor, but a few things were a bit more hard to pay to say the least. Anyways I got ready and left the house, just to have my youngest running to me for her goodbyes at this very moment. They were playing outside, they couldn't had heard me tell them goodbye. But I didn't mind. They were a true little angel, mon petit ange, and I knew I couldn't just leave and not tell them my goodbyes.

I hugged them and promised them to play music with them when I'll be back home and finally left. But if I knew what would happen, I would never had accepted the contract...

I stopped myself in front of a friend's house that I was supposed to go get picked up to and enjoy the ride on his brand new car that he kept bragging about.

He proposed to take a drink, which I gladly accepted. A drink I should had never accepted and I knew the reason far too late... That vile man put poison in the drink and killed me without any remorse before going to the contract place with my songs and everything I did.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

-And here I am now. In this shitty place far from my children. I don't even know how they are doing or if they are still alive.



Damn, I don't know if I should say that I almost fell asleep listening to this or that this man is a weirdly wise one. Our coffees arrived, his eyes still red of drugs and his mouth still smelling alcohol and smoke all around that he continues to talk, me humming while taking the first sip of my black coffee.



-I just wished I told my little Y/n how sorry I am.



I almost spitted the drink hearing this, my radio tone fading a few seconds before coming back as I stated in shock.



-Wait... You know Y/n?



-Of course I do! That's my youngest of all my children. The real question is: you know my child?



-Obviously I do!
 
 
 
And when we think you can't put yourself in another weird position... I meet a man on drugs, drunk and smoking that is Y/n's father. They can't be related, one belongs here and the other obviously belongs to Heaven. The only thing we agreeded on was that they are an angel and the shock at the revealing of how they're relatives.



-Ok, listen. I don't know what made Y/n go to Hell either, sir. But what I can assure you is that we have to learn what happened to them and what are they hiding. Me as their friend and you as their father. We both will learned the truth. So... Is it a deal?