After at least a year in new Orleans, Louisiana, 1890. A married couple moved into a house, surrounded by a field and had a forest for hunting and exploring. The field was bright green, fresh grass blowing over the dirt.
The couple, Mary and John Hartfelt, were loud in some way. Their distant neighbor's could hear them, although they could never tell what it was and why. So they just brushed it off.
Mary was a beautiful lady, her dark shade skin matched perfectly with her curly brunette hair. She was young too, around the age of 25, no older.
John, however, was always drunk. He would constantly come back with another lady or his blonde hair everywhere and been kissed all over his pale face. He would hit and abuse Mary and she wouldn't say a word as she was always covered with bruises.
This disgrace of a man was 36 years old. He has been widowed and divorced many times for this reason. He never planned on stopping. He would hunt every night and come back with a fox or wolf corpse. Or maybe even a deer, which was Mary's favourite animal.
About 3 years later, a baby cry could be heard in the house hold. A young beautiful, baby boy. He had heavily tanned skin, not far off from his mothers skin tone. Wavy brunette hair and dark honey red eyes.
Mary was sat in her neighbor's bedroom as she cradled her little newborn, whom cooed at her with curiosity and awe. Mary smiled at her lovely little boy, letting him play and nibble on her fingers. "Well, what are you naming him, Mary?" Asked the lovely neighbor's as he stay stood.
"Hmm... how about Alastor?" Said Mary softly, as she reaches down and nuzzles her nose on his. "What a perfect little name for your handsome little boy, he will be quite a sight to catch when he's older, won't he?" "Indeed, he will.. Now, let's get home to your father.. he will be waiting..." she said in a feared tone, knowing full well she will get a beaten.
Since that day, Mary had vowed to stay by Alastors side and protect him from his fathers selfishness and cruelty.
10 years later, Alastor has grown to become a mommas boy, He had started to where a molecule as he could not see colour in his left eye, he was then soon diagnosed with Rod Monochromacy as he can only see grey shades in that left eye.
He had also received a few scars from his fathers cruel acts. However, he always smiles like he promised to his mother.
As he began to grow up more, he began to earn himself some sorts visions. Memories even? Although, he was 10 years old, they all looked like dreams or nightmares to him.
But in 1922, that took a different turn.
AL! NO! NONO!
Stay awake!!
You know I love you, dear. Right?
Al, I love you two, but please stay awake!
Dont cry darling..
BANG!
After the vision ended, everything came back to him. Alastor gasped and sat up and said "Lucifer!" In a worried town. "Shit.. he died with me too but.. how am I here? Reborn?" Alastor wondered to himself.
Later that year, he gained a few friends, Husker, Niftey, Mimzy and Anthony. As well as a Job as a radio host, hidden away in his own tower away from unwanted visitors. Alastor had grown into a handsome, confident and clever man. He did his job well and never faltered. His days were graceful and cheerful. But one day.
He returned home, to a cold and sudden tone "Momma? I'm home!" He looked around and thought to himself 'Shit.. no no. Not again!' He ran up the stairs and into his parents room. No. His room. No. He than ran outside the Mary's favourite picnic spot. No. But then saw something in the woods, his dad with a shotgun, all bloody and smeared and he was dragging...
Mary..
He ran over and covered his mouth, eyes wide and tears filled up, determined to escape his eyelids. "Oh man up, Alastor." Said his drunken father, looking at him sternly. "You-.. killed her." Alastors Anger slowly dialed in as he turned to face the murderer.
John, dropped his weapons and backed up as he watches Alastors dark honey red eyes turned to blood thirsty crimson. "Alastor, Son—" "No, I am sick of this, FATHER" Alastor then crouched down to pick up a blade his father had dropped and launched at him. Stabbing him over and over again, 1, 2, 3, 4, it's just kept going, 15,16,17,18, and going, 29,30. Till he stopped and began to sob but kept his smile on. It hurt.
Alastor then bagged up John's body and dug a 12ft deep hole. He dropped the body in and filled it half way. Once filled half way he threw in a dead skunk and buried the rest of the 12ft. Meanwhile his mother had a funeral, he couldn't stand going but after everyone left he visited his mothers grave daily and vowed to kill, murder and even eat the next living sinner he sees.
A year later, it is now 1923 and Alastor is officially 30 years old and has not changed his mind on murdering bad people.
He was in the middle of his broadcasts, just about to prepare to finish up, lining up paper, sipping his black coffee. He sang on the radio and even played jazz music. He had now became popular but his identity was always unknown in the radio tower.
Once he had finished, packing his stuff away, something appeared, glowing in front of him. "What the..?" Alastor was confused as he grabbed his blade. "Hello, darling.." the familiar voice said as the light became to dim. Alastors eyes widen in shock, He couldn't believe who he were seeing, he thought they were dead! As in gone forever! And yet here they are.
Alastors eyes widen more and more as the light dimmed and reveals the owner of the sweet angelic voice, his voice began to tremble and water demanded freedom from his eye sockets. He ran over and hugged them, happy they are Alive and Well.
"Hello, Luci.."
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