||~Minerva~||
A doe whined for her mama and papa.
Where did they go?
Why did they leave?
She hiccuped, beginning to sob.
"Hush now, little one," A voice purred, two lithe hands picking up the crying doe.
Minerva's ears pinned back.
Who is this? Where's her mama? Her papa?
She misses them.
||~Alastor~||
Alastor's ears folded back.
Where is my daughter?!
I̴̘̺̩̦̬̎s̵̼̭̥͊͗̅̐̋̏́͘ ̶̹͔͇͈̬͙̯̗͇̖̈́́̊̂́͌̉͘͠ẗ̸̗͔̫̝̜̱h̴̡̟̼̤̩͖̫̀̈́̋̉̓̌a̸̧̹̼͉̬̟̪͐́̂̉̔́̚͝͝ţ̴̺̭̘͋́̈́ͅ ̷̮͈͕̝͇͍̭̇̓̄͐̆̃̕͠ͅa̴̢̭̋̀̊̈̉͆̋͊ņ̷̘̘̰̱͈͖̩́̉̒̇͝y̷̨͇͕̫͈̱̘̪͒̏̎ ̸̦̍̾̇̉̐̅͐͠w̷͈̬̐̂̑̍͝a̴̡̘̬̹̣̎y̴̲͈̱̦̜̽͝ ̷͉̘̇̉̕ṱ̷̢̮͖̼̭̩̜̂̈́̔̾̿̚̕͠ö̸̯͗͋͊͛̒͆͠ͅ ̵͓̱̣̠̜̭̦̜̅̂̂̍̇̅̓́͠s̴̨̞̦̲̫͓̒̄̆̐̌̋̋̒̃̓ṕ̶̝͉̹̲̄͋̄̚e̷̩̠̬̱̾͋̃̆̈́̓̎͘͜a̴̬͉͈̜̟̮̤͍̠̅͑̇͊̿̍͗ķ̸̞̰͍̯̹̭̦͕̟̆̿̏̒̌ ̸̩̜̦͖̞̅͐̀̅̀̅̈̈́͛̋ͅt̶̗̹̅͊o̸̗̺͉͙͚̖̹̒̈́ ̷͙̬̹̩̪̫͙̙͌̀͒̏ͅy̸̡͉̪͚̝͔̍̂̑̈́̈́̚͝o̵̖͊͊̔̏̽͌̊u̷̻̺̲͈͇̪̲̳͒̆r̸̡̧͓̣̫͈͓͈̘̂̋͛̐͆ ̴̙͘ṃ̶̳̭̩̜̞̬̙͈̆̽͘ḁ̴̙͓͛̅ş̶͔̥͓̦̹̈̋͋̀̀̕ṱ̷̖͓̗̥͆̓̃̓e̷̠͇͈͙̐͊̑̎̐̽͒͠r̵̡̤̠̳̟̜̮̫̿͒̽̀͂͜͜͝,̶̰̥̉͋̈́̃͊́̂͘ ̴̮̹̭̂̓̓ḻ̸̨̭͚̪͈̟̗̅̿̒́̒͋̂̍͝i̵̢̱͔̱̭̿͑̌̆t̷̟̙̼͉̽͋͒̃t̴̺̪̦̓̋͒̑̄̓͊͛̓͝l̷̙̦̮̬̓̀̀̀̏̇ê̴̮̜̆͂͊̔̑̐͌ ̷̫̥̺̠̜̱͈̝̒́͛͐͋̍͘͝͝ḃ̸̨̢͓̹̣̝̭̜͕̀̾͂͋̎́͝ǘ̶̢͍̗̣̤̙̹̲͑̏̏̒͘͝c̴̢̲̪̪̰̥̘̟̉̄̀͆̍͌͐̍̕k̸̛̙̪̠̹͈͕̲͇͉̪̆?̵̢̳̙̫͔̹̳̣̋̀̒̒͌
The dual voice effect hurt his head.
No, forgive me. But I will do anything, just give her back.
Y̷̧̫̯͔̰̹̗͓̟̞̔͂͛́ơ̵̧̧͕̭͙͎͙̋̉̓̂̈͜͜ǘ̴͚͙̣̤̲̝͍́́̂̅͆͝͝ ̶̛͉͚̪̉̈́̃́́̇͛͋k̶̢̢̨̗̯̘̫̮̞͍͌̇̄͆̋̿̍͝n̴̦̎̋͒͘ö̵̡͇̲̪̰́̃͛̿̿͘͠w̵̯̤͉̳̮̪͇̮͒͋͝͝ͅ ̷͇̯̠̦͖̑̌̌ͅw̵̩͊̋̿́̎̀͊ͅĥ̵̫̝̺̩̽̕ą̵̭̖̜͇͎̭̿̆̽̇͑̈́̃͝͠ṯ̴̨̖̱̲̖̋͑͌̂ ̶̧̧̛̛͇̺̍̂̈̒̕I̴̧̜̎͐̋̎̃ͅ ̵̧͖̻̟̝̻̹̈w̴͉͈̭̦̬̳͙̉̄͌́̈͑͂͌́ą̷̫̙̃̍͊͑͗̿n̶͎̝̝̤̞̪͉̎̉͐̇t̷͕̅.̵̢̧̗̼̙̲̲̍͐̀̊͆̈̔̐͐͜
Static screeched into the empty air of the Radio Demon's bayou.
No. I can't. Anything but that, please Mistress...!
T̵̺̪̆̒̑̽̅h̶͉͒̍̒̐̐̚e̷̢̡̛̛̳͙̤̹̹͉̝͓̾̉̅̔̏͘͠ǹ̴̳͔̬͍͆ ̴̭̻̟̫͙̜͔̬̬͊̇̑̾̈͘̚y̸̧̛̦̮̻͓̭͔̤̪͚̐̓̒́o̸̘̮̰͠u̷͕̳͙̞̬̬̫͑̂͘͠ȓ̵̲̈̈́̓͆ ̸͚̭̖̣̬̞͕̮̥̔͋̆̒̈́͛̋d̴̨͍̣͍͍̃̉̋ă̶̧̧̳̗͈̱̍̂̆̀͑ư̷̪͙͒ḡ̵̬͉͚̳̙̀̌̓ĥ̵̨̢̙͚͍̋̊͜t̵̟̠͖̤͖̳̹̿͆̓͜e̷̛͎͎͙͓͕̰̖͚͂̔̑͐̆̆͘r̶̬̭͚͎͖͕̮͋͒̽͛̐̋̄̚̕͝ͅ ̷̭̲̜͖̻̫̔̎͌̽͠w̶̖̞̮͍̟̄̀̅͠ͅi̷͕̓͛̀͋͑l̵̺̳̻̒̋̂͆̍͊ļ̶͈̫̯̮͖̟̞̿̍̃͛̎̌͗̂͌̌͜ ̵̧̡̛̼̖̅̀̄̒̌̒̅̔͝n̸̫̹̳̺̻̿͗̌̈͗̾͋͛́͒ę̸͕̲͎͋͊̊̉́̌̊͛͆͘͜v̶̨̰͚͇̰̘͙̜̽͗̂͛̀̐͗̐̒̚͜ë̵̛̙̞̠̩̝̥̮̥͉̫́̍̐̄̕r̵̢̡̨͈͈̰̗̰̯̠̾̄ ̵̯̋̉l̵͖̲̏̿̌̿̋̓́̚ͅi̷̧͈̪͎̬̮̭͈̹̽̃͐̅̽̈͜͠v̵͚͈͓͛͗̐̉̇̀̕ḙ̵̢̹̱͉̖̳̦̫͐́͘ ̷̨̪̒̈̑̅͗̐̚l̵̞͉̮̔͂o̴̠͎̳̓̏͋̈̉̈́̑̄n̸̨̢̦̳̯̦̑̈̀̑ͅg̶̠̪̙̗̙̗̯͕͈̍̄̀́͛̚̚ ̵̺̬͓̌̒́̉̿ȩ̸̈́̈͑͂͘͜͠n̴̡͕͓̆͐̀̅͗̄͘͝ơ̷̤̜̙͍̖̙̙̬̺̭̈́̓̊̋͌̃̈́͂̓u̸̧̧̢͚̜͊͊͒̇g̵̨̠̮̗̽̄͜ḩ̸̝͓̘̣̤̝̭̰͌ͅ ̵̟̞̏̅̿̋́͋t̵̻͔͇̻̼̳̾̆̐͆̏ͅo̴̘̼̯̘͊́͑̕͠ ̷̝̖̬͕͕́̚͜ȩ̴̛͔̹̯̦̙̣̉͗̌͑̓v̸͍̗̊̾̑e̷̪̣͙͊͂̐̑͛̊͗̈́͜͠n̸̢̨̩͐̋̆̒̎̀̿́̽̅ ̷̡͎̝̳̙̩̝̤͈̽͗̏̐͑̓͛͑͛͘ù̴̼̔͐̑͌ṭ̴̡̺͓̹̦̑̄̋̾̽t̶̨͕̞̺̖̖̖̮̺͝ͅȅ̶̯̩r̷̻͋͋͐̇͌̕͘͝ ̶̩͔̖̄̾́̈́̈́̃͊̃͜a̴̛̝̟̥̬̥̰͛́̎̇̑͌̋͠ͅ ̶̖͇̘̩̿̆̌w̷̡̛̛͋̓̀̈́o̵͔̟͒̊r̴̳̈́͐͛̔͜d̵̛̺͍͉̙̭̦̦̫̈́̇͌́̓͊.̵̗͌̍̓͆̐̍͝
"Al...?" Alastor's head snapped up, only to see Angel stepping out of the bathroom in a towel. He held a hairdryer and a small box of powder.
"Did I interrupt your shower, dear?" He asked. The other shook his head, walking to Alastor with shaky legs.
He plopped into his lap.
Ignoring his now slightly wet pants, he wrapped his arms around Angel. "...Any news?" He softly asked.
Alastor shook his head.
Tears stung the spider's eyes. "She's all alone in Hell, Al," He whimpered.
Alastor wiped Angel's ears. "We will find her, Mon petite ange. I... I swear it."
The guilt in his heart hung heavy over his head.
"If there was a way to bring her back, any way at all... You'd do it, right...?" Angel softly asked, looking up at his boyfriend.
The stag's ears pinned back, but he nodded.
"I need to hear you say it, Alastor. Please," His voice broke, fresh tears spilling down his face.
"I.. I would, my love."
He couldn't.
Hey guys! So sorry for the long wait for this short chapter! School's been on my ass lately and finals really took ALL my motivation out the window, but I am back and ready to keep writing!
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