Red Thread of Hate

Breaking in, breaking down

When you returned home the previous day, you felt disappointed on the threshold, knowing that you were returning to the worst place. You didn't even look around, you could sense that the building was empty, there was no scent of the food Alastor used to prepare almost every time he was home in the air, or, well, the smell of him. No pungent cinnamon-like smell along with the scent of the fireplace, not even the stench of death and blood. The house was empty, with absolutely no signs of life, as if no one lived there, and you felt like you were breaking into an abandoned building to spend the night. You groaned to yourself, turning on the light in your room, rubbing your arms as goosebumps appeared on them from the discomfort. Even though home should be a place where you should feel safe, you were the most vulnerable there because you slept there. But it wasn't your home, it was a building in which you were forced to live against your will.

A moment ago, when you were at your old home, you took a nap, enjoying the feeling of the soft bed and pillows. It had been a while since you slept anywhere other than a mattress on the floor, so that was something you missed. Your friend on the other hand, well, was the one who mentioned the idea of taking a nap, which wasn't too surprising, but you didn't say no either. So you slept for about an hour, lying under the warm wing of the Fallen Angel next to you. Honestly, you would give anything to sleep like this for at least one night. Maybe this would regenerate at least some of your strength. 

Well, at least you had your suitcase with you.

So you took out everything you had in it, which were of course your stuffed animals, and put them in a row against the wall. After a while, however, you changed your mind. After all, you brought them to have some comfort, so you just moved them to the mattress, knowing that you would probably fall asleep hugging them. And you probably will do it tonight. But before you do that, there's something else you need to do.

You headed towards the stairs leading to the second floor, knowing that there was, well, the marital bedroom, or rather Alastor's bedroom. You guessed that it was rather locked, and knowing him, it probably had additional security measures in case an entire army of super powerful demons were planning to kill him. That, or you would want to go in there. You assumed he probably thought both options were equally dangerous.
You approached the door, prepared for whatever might attack you, and then pulled the door handle. However, nothing happened, but the door did not open, seeming to be locked.
At this point, you decided that the skills you acquired in childhood seemed to be useful again. It took a while, since it had been several years since you'd broken in with a hairpin, but the door finally opened, letting you into a place you'd only seen once since you'd been there. You should think twice at this point, because how will you lock them again without letting him know that you've broken in? But hey, what's done can never be undone!
So you quickly walked inside, looking around the room, noticing that, surprisingly, it looked identical to the first time you saw it. You had to stop for a moment because it was an almost unreal sight. Nothing, but nothing, had been changed, including small things like where the curtain was placed, the candles on the cabinet, or the footstool. You frowned. You were quite sure that someone like Alastor would love to show off that he owned something, so he would change everything the second he took the room. Apparently, however, he either didn't think it was necessary or he just didn't feel like it. Kind of weird, if you had to say something about it.
The strangest thing, however, was that you noticed that the bed looked completely unused. Unable to resist, you moved closer, touching the pillow gently, feeling that it felt exactly like the newly purchased pillows. It wasn't soft, dented where someone would lie at night, it was convex, ready for first use. Fuck, you'd love to take it, but you decided you'd hold off for now.
You decided that there was no point in looking at anything any longer, because there was no hidden camera there. Even if it was there, you didn't really care because you only came to take back what was yours. So you started searching the bedroom, starting by looking through the furniture, so you went to the closet and opened it. You almost laughed hysterically seeing that yes, the closet was empty, not used at all. So you walked over to another cabinet, sliding the drawer open, and leaned down to look deeper, hoping that maybe something was hidden, like a second bottom, but no. The next piece of furniture was empty. And the next one. And the next one. And the next one.