Cradles | Alastor Angst

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I forgot this existed!!! I'm SO SORRY GUYS I'LL BE RAPID-FIRING CHAPTERS FOR YOU IN THE HOLIDAYS!!!

TW:

- Abuse
- Implied past rape/non-con
- touch aversion
- touch starved ness ig
- OOC characters
- HC/AU
- Suicidalness

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Nobody's POV

Alastor noticed and furrowed her brow.

'What is it?'

'Do you feel like you wanna kill yourself?'

'Well not anymore.'

'What do you mean?' Angel said, alarmed.

'Well, during those 7 years I was gone, I wanted too. I wish I could've.'

Angel looked at her in horror.

'Wha- why?'

Alastor opened her mouth to answer, then closed it as she felt a tug at her neck. The stitches on her mouth tightened as a warning.

'I... I can't tell you.

'Sure you can. Just tell me whatever made you feel that way.'

'No, like I can't.'

Faint green stitches started to appear around her mouth. Angel looked at them and narrowed his eyes, then they widened as he seemed to realise what it meant.

'W-who did that to you?'

Alastor looked away.
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Nobody's POV

Alastor ran through the darkness, hand over his empty eye socket. Blood and tears ran down her face as she darted left and right, fighting off the inky tentacles that trailed over her arms and legs. It caught up to her once again, crashing her to the inky ground.

Its face twisted into an angry scowl, its eyes black and unforgiving, olive complexion framed by short black hair.

Eve.

Alastor cried out, her ears flat against her head.

'Nice try Bambi. You can't escape this place you know.'

'...'

'I thought you would've realised that by now.'

'Y-you don't scare me.' Alastor whispered, hating the crack in her voice.

'Well, your crusty musty voice cracks say otherwise.'

She grinned, showing her yellow teeth.

'Lol L bozo Imagine being a crispy weakling LMAO.'

'S-shut up.'

Eve scowled.

'Don't you DARE tell me to shut up. No one will ever say that to me again.'

She grinned and plunged the angelic knife in her hand into Alastor's good eye, blood pooling out around her head, staining her ears. Alastor let out a wet cry, gurgling as blood pooled in her mouth. She fell unconscious, the last thing she felt was a rough, cold hand closing her own over a pen.
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Nobody's POV

Alastor's eyes flew open, her hand immediately going to her face. Unscathed. Sitting up, she looked into the distance, her eyes locking on a shadowy figure. She squinted, about to call out when they were connected by a purple glowing chain. And for once, Alastor was the one with the collar.