{ TW :
- OOC Alastor
- Blood
- Cursing }‹ Hello , darling ! How are you ? Are you eating ? Sleeping ? Taking care of yourself ? Has anyone bullied and / or harmed you ? Talked bad about you ? Done absolutely anything negative to you ? IF SO I'LL TEAR THEM ATOM BY ATOM AND SCATTER IT OVER THE UNIVERSE AND MAKE SURE THEY SUFFER EVER SECOND OF ME RIPPING THEIR HEART OUT ! ! ! ! No suicidal thoughts or attempts ? Have you cut and / or self-harmed ? If so do you need to talk ? If not are you positive you don't need to talk ? ^^ ›
Dimly , Alastor heard clamoring voices , a bang and the thud of a wooden door against the mahogany floors of his room . As he swam in and out of consciousness , he picked up bits and pieces of panicked voices yelling around him .
" ALASTOR ! OH MY GOD ! "
" What did ... How did this ... ? ! "
" AHHH WHAT THE FUCK ! "
" That's a ... Blood "
" What's this ... A letter "
" From ... What do you mean ... He wrote it ? ! "
" Oh dear , will he ... Okay ? "
" Yeah ... A sinner after all ... Fine "
Alastor mumbled something incoherent ... He had forgotten about that . Right ... Sinners are only killed with angelic material ...
Fuck
" Why would he ... Ask when ... Wakes up "
" Al ? Why ... On the floor ? He's okay right ? ... Husk , he's ... Tell me he's okay ! "
" Niff ... Just fine ... Promise "
" Then why ... Not talk to me ! He's ... To me ! ! ! ! "
Crying sounds followed , with were then muffled a little .
" He'll ... Okay ... My word "
With that , Alastor blacked out , the last remaining remnants of consciousness falling out of his grasp as he slipped into darkness .
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Alastor jolted up , only to be met with a pitch - black room .
' Got a secret ... '
Suddenly , pictures lit up the wall , swirling around him .
' Can you keep it ? '
His mother and him , laughing and cooking together , playing in the fields , looking at the stars , eating Alastor's home - cooked jambalaya .
' Swear this one you'll save ... '
Before long , one picture in particular flitted into Alastor's view . His mother , looking scared , backing away from Alastor , whom was holding a knife .
Alastor turned away , but the picture followed his gaze , and he found himself unable to close his eyes . " No ... " He groaned , his voice feeble and strained . Tears slipped from his eyes as he watched , willing with all his might for it to stop but to no avail .
' Taking this one to the grave ... '
His mother fell to the ground with an inaudible thud , a knife plunged in her stomach while red splotches spread on her dress .
' If I show you ... Then I know you won't tell what I did '
In the picture , Alastor's maniacal grin faded , and turned into a panicked frown while tears streaking his face . He ran over to his mother's lifeless body , soundless words pouring out of his mouth .
' Cuz two can keep a secret '
A small , weak smile appeared on his mother's face before she closed her eyes and went limp , a pool of blood on the floor beneath her .
' If one of them is dead '
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Charlie frowned , casting concerned looks to Alastor's limp form and the tears flowing freely down his face . Blood stained the deer's clothing and the bed covers , splattered on the desk and pooled on the floor . Her gaze then traveled to the letter and the red pen - knife that lay beside it .
Vaggie sat on the bed beside Alastor , facing away from him with a worried look on her face . She stared absent - mindedly at the detailed lamp on the bedside table as thoughts flew through her head , one after another . ' Did Alastor do this to himself ? ' ' How long has he been writing those letters ? ' ' How many does he have ? ' ' What drove him to do this ? ' ' What happened ? '
Lucifer's eyes were fixated on the wounded overlord , and everything else didn't seem to take his attention .
Angel was sitting outside , refusing to look inside . Blood always made him sick .
Husk was comforting Angel , frowning and not leaving the arachnid's side .
Niffty was constantly pestering Alastor , trying to wake him up with tears in her eyes . " Al wake up " " Al please talk to me " " Why won't you talk to me " " Why are you not waking up " " Listen to me " " Please talk to me Al "
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