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Y/N'S POV
"Alastor! Listen to me!" you yelled frantically, pounding against the shadowy tentacles encasing you like an impenetrable prison. Your voice echoed through the darkness, laced with desperation and vulnerability.
Your whole being screamed to activate your powers but your instinct prevented you from tearing into Alastor's shadowy tentacles.
Your mind raced, recalling the events that led to this confinement. Alastor's fury, sparked by the imps' actions, was aimed squarely at them, it's not like you were some saint, that you could overlook their offense, infact you are the complete opposite of what a saint was, it's just that you were worried of the backing behind those three imps. You have watched the show after all, the sister of Hazbin Hotel, Helluvaboss.
A demon royalty, and A deadly sin, now this being isn't something that Alastor, as an overlord could handle...yet.
Killing them would incur the wrath of a Goetia prince and possibly that Deadly Sin too, jeopardizing his own power and stability. Blitzo's timely intervention: of having the wrong target of assassination, offered you a lifeline, a chance to divert Alastor's rage and spare the imps.
Yet, beneath your concern for Alastor's well-being, you were also agitated. You underestimated your significance to him, and the ferocity of his protectiveness both warmed and intimidated you. Your value, once a cherished secret, now seemed precarious. Would your importance fade if.....
Your thoughts started to spiral uncontrollably, suspiciously enough your other counterpart is strangely quiet, making your mind free of mental strain, as if her thoughts also mirrored yours.
Your signature smile, once radiant, faltered, you were currently wishing that maybe a stitch or two might also do the trick but.... "My Love..." you whispered, ceasing your struggles against the shadowy cage. Alastor's presence lingered outside, listening, his silence palpable.
Even his occasional static was silent, making you have the illusion of his distance. The thought made your soul quiver.
"Please..." you rasped, voice trembling, as the weight of your confinement bore down. "...my love, listen to me... Don't jeopardize everything for me. Consider the consequences. Those imps aren't simple, my love..if you wish to kill them, i can assist you in the future! but please..not now, Alastor, not now..." Your words hung in the air, a poignant plea amidst the oppressive silence, longing to reach Alastor's heart.
You were met with silence, however a burst of static could be heard and the building faintly shook, you assumed that he was venting his anger after hearing you. You bit your lower lip, clenching your hands into fists.
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PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER
FanfictionYou were pretty hopeless as you lay on the dark green grass, as you see your own blood probably pooling beneath your body.. Pretty much deserved all of this, since you just tried to mimic that one TV show character you were so onto about and got sec...
