Y/n's POV:
When my tears finally stopped after an unknown time, I didn't even tried to look at how my face looked like in the mirror. I didn't need one to know that my eyes would be red and puffy, tears staining my cheeks and hair being a mess.
I stood up again, walking to a specific spot under the sofa while keeping myself up with the nearest wall. I bent down to meet and take a small shoe box that I couldn't even see again the nostalgia inside that I got a phone call. I already know what to do if it is Rosie calling.
As a matter of fact, it was indeed her. She needs a refill of stock. I ended the call and went to the bathroom to hide this crying mess. Without it, sinners would try to take advantage, more than usual, and not for the good reasons.
From the concealer to the blush and mascara, I call it a day by fixing up my tangled hair, take some heels and one of revealing clothes before changing for an longer length and long sleeves one that wouldn't itch where my wings starts.
At least it'll hide those patterns on my skin... God knows how I hate them.
Getting out the house and the small town, I knew those sinners wouldn't just take a tiny look out of me. They never do.
But what they don't know is that they'll end up in a few people's plates...
Some sinners tried to hit on me as I continued the flirtarious acting and went in a small alley of Hell, one that no one goes and no one noticed the screams from There before. My little spot for a killing spree. Although it is not easy to do so in those clothes I am in and the heels, but you get used to it at some point I guess.
The first got my heel under the jaw, causing it to be seen again in his mouth, covered by a black blood to stain on it.
The second got his jaw broken and horribly dislocate of his skull before snapping his ribs on his lungs and stop him from breathing.
A third simply got his neck snapped and turned to impossible angles and get it rip off the body, letting me taste the delicious spinal liquid and let it flow from my tongue to my throat, a crimson lake seen under my face getting stained of this dirty fluid.
The fourth got all his legs and arms broken and ripped out, causing his blood to leak until death.
For the rests, from lack of breathing to pools of blood, pushed on the brick walls and delightful screams, all I could do was laughing like a damned psychopath and continue the violence, the scarlet liquid leaking on my chin and neck, without forgetting my clothes who got wetter by the thick burgundy texture.
But my eyes snapped when two other figures were looking in my direction, in shock and almost choking on the spinal liquid by how they now know I'm the one who made what they just saw.
Alastor's POV:
As we both agree to find Y/n, we discretly walked through Hell's streets and checked for this raven demon as I get lost in thoughts while patrolling.
I saw their face when I had to reject them. It wasn't their usual smile. Their smile are bright and let them with stars in their eyes. This time, their smile was still bright, but the only stars that showed in their eyes were the ones of the night sky, one that was already welcoming an hellish dawn. This old man, still drunk I have to say, is walking side to side, looking for a child probably completely different of their human selves that he didn't saw for years.
I wonder if there was one time he wasn't drunk or high in Hell. Or maybe I should add in his human self also.
Every street got us a bit closer to the meat-lovers sinners, but a particular alley got us both's attention. Blood flew to near the road of unbothered sinners and screams of pain was heard. A killing spree, that's what there was in this small alley.
The old man stopped, looking at who had started this bloodbath as he murmured for only me to hear his voice.
-Yeah, if that is the sinner you were with earlier, I don't think that's my daughter.
What is he talking about?
I looked in the little closed place to see an entertaining event I never knew would happen.
Dead bodies of sinners, most dismembered, were laying around in a crimson liquid, also splashed on the walls as a winged sinner was standing in the middle, shocked and near choking on what they were drinking in a happily psychotic manner.
Y/n.
Eh, maybe they are not as pure as I thought. I dont know if I should say this scares me or that makes my heart too soft to my liking.
-Alastor, what are you doing here!
They exclamed as they let go of the head and walk towards us. If we look more closely, we could see that it was still painful from earlier's memory, which I feel exceptionally bad to be the one who put this pain in them.
-Just a little walk with this man here, hoping to tell you what we just both learned some time ago.
The old man walked towards them, taking their bloodied hands in his as he calmly, but surprinsingly not sounding anything drunk, and softly spoke.
-Cela faisait si longtemps, mon petit ange...
Their body immediately froze hearing those words, which I could obviously assume they understood, before their mouth open to say only this simple, almost shouted, word:
-Dad!?
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Strings of Fate
Fanfiction"I need to get out of here... All this is a mistake." That's what you first thought when, one day, you happened to be forced to be someone's bride. What did your lovely mother think of all of this, that you'll feel love at first sight for a man you...
