||~Bound in Hell~|| Alastor x Male Reader/OC

||~Backstory Part 1~||

Life used to be a fountain of joy for me before I was brutally murdered by my own flesh and blood. I have two little siblings, I have well had a Dad and was given a horrible mother. Well she wasn't that horrible until she showed her true colours... 

Warning: Uh mentions of child abuse?

Rue's Pov

"Big Brother!" I turned and saw my little sister Xavia wobbling towards me on her little legs. "Yes shorty?" I teased as I booped her nose playfully. "I'm not short!" "Yes you are you little gremlin." I  continued as she pouted her face. "Well Mama and Papa are arguing.." She mumbled as she looked up at me. 

Arguing they had never argued before they were always so happy and cheerful, why now? "Tell Esme to stay in his room, you too." I commanded but in a gentle tone so she wouldn't be scared. I walked towards the kitchen and peeked into the room, my parents were arguing about something, something I couldn't understand. I noticed something Dad had wings, 6 wings on his back. I think I learned about that in religion. Dad had always told the three of us that we were special that's why we had wings but we should hide them so people don't take us away.

Before I could react a broken vase came flying at me, a piece of it scratching my cheek making it bleed as I started to cry, I was only 8 at the time but I understood I was injured, I hadn't really been injured before because I was told to always be careful but when I got injured some golden stuff started dropping on the floor making me even more scared as Dad picked me up trying to calm me down while Mom glared at him and kept screaming."Shhh it's fine..." He whispered as I slowly fell asleep and everything went dark. 

The next day, I woke up and Dad was gone I asked Mom where he was but she just yelled at me telling her that Dad left because we were disappointments. She had never said anything like that before, what happened to the sweet and caring Mom we had before. I saw she had a bottle in her hand it was definitely alcohol, she was drinking for the first time before I knew it she had stormed out of the house  saying she was going to work and telling us to cook for ourselves.

I had never learned how to cook, no one had taught me but I had to feed my siblings somehow. I got a little recipe book and started cooking I got burnt a bit at first but I managed. Esme and Xavia came to eat soon and I had to explain that Dad was gone. Which didn't go so well...Xavia had a breakdown so we had to put her back to bed early. 

This was just the beginning of the years of abuse to come...

[I'M SO SORRY I RAN OUT OF IDEAS IT'S SO SHORT AHHHHHHHHH)