||~Alastor~||
T̵̹̎̃̆ȟ̸̼̤̯̪͍̯̯͛̈́̓̉̿̏̾͌r̸̖͎̆̎͂͆͒̀͌͝ȩ̴̲̯̙̜͚̐͌e̴̢̛͉̙͔̘̼̙̓ ̶̢̛̞̼͙̗̞͕̬̺̜͒̿d̵̩̫̿͐͂̈́̊͗̓̐͝͠ͅa̸̳͔̰̹͕̝͖̼̾̓ÿ̸͈̻̣͎̞́̆͗͐͠ͅs̷̡̘̼̟͚̖͇̮͓̃̂̅̅̌͆̒̆̕.̶̳͓͚̰̊͂́̀̎͂͘͘ ̸̛̯̖̩̾͌̍͌̀̚Y̶̧̱̳̤̲̳̘̦̣̆ò̶̡̧͕͚̳̗̂̄̎͛̔̍̓͘͜͝ͅű̶̖̥̝̰̩̦̭͕ͅ ̴̰̗̯͍͇̤̾̇̂̈͂̾̎͠ͅh̶̨̨̢̝̩͙͔́̽̄͛͆̈̃̆͝à̶̫̞̬̚v̶̧̩̪͈̗͖̮̝̙̎̐̐̕ͅė̷̳͉̗̐͐̀͛̆̄̓̚ ̸̰̜̮͐̇̔͐t̷̨̨̡̯͖̞̣͚̾̈̔͑̉̊͘͜͝͝h̸̛̩̝̼̳̥͉͍͛̑̾͒̊̅̏͝ȓ̷̢̹̰̬̺͚̭͚̭̟̀͠e̶̛̻͓̰͍͙͛̿̐̓͂̄͘e̶̤̞͂̉͊̎̊͋̃͘͠͠ ̸̹͔͔̻̥͎͒d̷͉̅̈̑̾̓͑̾͜ḁ̷̢̜͍̠̪͍̈̉̍̌̾͠ͅy̴͈͔̝̗̺̬̣̽͊ṡ̵̟̼͕͉̪̓̅̊̈̋͐̚ ̵͓͍̳̦̔̀̒͐̽͌̕ṳ̶̢̯̘̝̫̋̏̾̀̇͗͐̽̕͠n̶̝͔̝̥̺̩̰̟̹͂̒͌̅̊̐̋̑͠ţ̷̫̼̜͎̈́͛̅̚ͅĭ̸̡̜͍͕̹̹̜̙̤̰̑̀́̃̌͘͝l̵̖̍̒̀͌̽̾̾͒ ̸̥͈̫̀͂̿̅̆͑͋̄͝͠y̸̨̛̥̲̦̝͖̿̂̈̀̀̇̓ͅo̶̱̩̾̐̆͆̿̎̌̋̐͘ü̶̡̫̦͔̜̬͕̒̋͑̔ͅ ̴͓̺̾ǵ̷͍̏̑͗̿̔i̷̧̝̺̐̓̐̈̅͌͛̕v̶͖͍̖͈̈́ȩ̷̬̦̙̉̽̔̎̍̂̅͠ ̶̰͇̣̩̦͔̍ẃ̴̧͇̆͂͝͝h̷̨̠̺̞͈̰͂̂͐̈́̀̈͐̍́͘͜ä̴̦͔̲͇̦̹́̈͛̀̈́͂͜t̵̞̦̖̻̙͙͆̉͋ ̷̞̝̫̌͋̑͊͛̒̔̍I̶̖̬͙͛̎̎ͅ ̵̝̮͈̯̥͊ͅẃ̵̼̣̻̈̅̃̑͊̃̍a̵̯̠̮̥̟̩̪͕̝͛̕͜ṋ̸̌̐ţ̷̫̩͖̦͉̥̂̈́͑́̃́̈́́̚.̷̱̠͓͕̩̽̃̀̓͜͠
Alastor's ears drew back flat against his skull.
Please, there must be another way. Please, I love him.
I̷̯̞̳̮͈̙̫̾͋t̷͍͓͔̐̃͂̕͝ ̸̻͖̦̹͋͒̓̈́̿̽͝ǐ̴̡̧̜̭̠͔̮̯̱̉̓͌̆̑͌̉͘̕͜ṣ̶̢͖̗͔̝̯͔̲͒̑͋͜ ̸̨͚͓̥̫̃̏͆̔͜͝ͅo̸͓̱̦̮͍̪͂̇̎̓̑̐̈́̅̿̕ͅǔ̶̲̗r̷̡͚̼̟̦͇̘͎̈́̂̅̏̂͂̚͜ ̵͇͎̈͘̕ď̸̨̨̘͍̖͙͈̹̦͊͌͌ͅȩ̴̡̻̪̣͗à̸̜̖̝̞̭̪̞͉̋̈́̽l̸̳̱͕̈́̅̚,̶̢͔͍͊ ̸̮̦́̀L̸̢̛̞͐͂̆́̾̒͠͝ǐ̶̛͙͔͓̱̲͒̄̾͑͂̆̄̚t̴̢̛̩͚͉̫͐̓t̴̖̀̽̇̔̀͜͝͝l̵̨̢̰̳̫̺͕̃̃̀͝é̴̠͚̱̣̭̮̦̞̣͐̓͐̀͠ ̷̦͍̗͖̠͎̱̉̎͐̈́̔B̵̦̫̦̑̓̒ų̴̧̣̜̺͎̻̩̙̔͐̎̉̈́c̵̭̘̰̊k̷̳͗̎͌̀̑̈́̉͝͝ͅ.̴̛̹̰́̏̈́̒̿́͆ ̴̧̠͙̥̺̲̻̎̔̆͗ͅỸ̸̢͙̻͉̋͊̌̈́͂̄̾̓͜͠o̴̩̘̝̠͌͋̈́̐̒̍̚͝u̵̥͈̜͒̕ ̷̡̗̳̟͍͈̹̹́̂̉̂̈́̒p̴͍͉̭̯̙͎̳̪̑̑̏r̸̹̺͍̀̌̉̿o̷̝͆́͒̒͘m̵̞͒͗͊̐̃̑́̓̕͠į̸̜̪̞̒̇̉̈́̈́͂̿́̕͠ͅs̸̙̓̎̋͆͆͌̍͝ȩ̶̯͌̋̎̇͑̄̄̌̆̄d̶̨̡͕̺͓̼̭̠̩̹̈́̈́ ̶̠̲̖̌̽̆̎͜͝ͅś̷̬̣͚͇͓̫͊͂͌͛̋͜͜͠o̴̺̰͕͕̘͂̈́͒͌̄m̷̲̞͔̿͂̎e̷̡̮̩͊ơ̴̙͗͋̋̄͐̚͝͠n̶͖̻̾̀̀͠ē̸̱̱̜̳͈̺̓̈́͊͝͝͝ ̶̮̞̀͗̒͑͊̒̕͠͝y̷̨̬͛̍̂̕̕o̴̡̖̻͎̺͓̤̻͉̩͆̐̀̀̽̿̕u̷͎̳̙͇͍̘̐͗͛̃́̉͝ ̷̱̭̮̦̳̊̒͗̄̄̿ͅć̴̡̰̺͋͆̿̃̀̆͠ͅa̸̧̤̰̫̮̼͇̞̒̏̽͑͐r̶̹̥̓̅͒e̸̖̙̼̰̪̮͎͎̞̔̌̐̔̔̅̐̇͂͜ď̷͔̻̖̹̼̟́͆ ̶̧̝̮̮̫̞̻̤͉͈̀̒̔̉̚͝d̸̮̦̓̇̚͝e̵̡̢͎̔̕ẹ̴̛̘͓̟͈͙͇̜̐̅͠͝ͅp̷̨̱̳̄͑̍̓l̴̘̥̹̲͈̤̜̜͕̥̀̅͂̎̑̄̌̕y̴̲̲͓̺͚̝͉̑̏̕ ̶̢̧̟̖̥̠̹̪̓̀̅̾͐͛͜f̶̨͚̺̯͌̍̍o̷̡̢̙͓̣̗͋̌͑͛̾̑͜ŗ̵̡̢̡͙̱͙̠̦̇ ̶̢͙͉̱̞͒̒̌̓à̷̡̬̉ş̸̧̤̤̰̉͂͑̈́̽̍̀̅͝ ̵̨̢̛͙̲̩̈́͝͝a̸͚̫̣̣͉͚̹̋̔̐͆͂̂̑̀̕ ̵̡̜͚̫̬͉̾̍͝͝ş̸̞̲̤͔͑̽ȁ̴̧̲̟̮̠̗c̷̡͉̮̜͓̩͕͎̝͆̿r̶̳͖̟̖̐͐͊̀͗͝î̷̻̃̂̑̋͛̔͛́̚f̴̧̯́͌͆̀͘i̴̢̼̪̜̖̲͈̎͑̚̕c̶̙͈̣̙̬̰̱̱͗̓̈́̓̈́e̶̗̜̔̈́̆̅͗͛̋ ̴͓̹̔͒̔̌̌̊̾̾̚̚ͅt̶̫̺̞̪̞̊͆͒́͒̎ơ̵͍̦̣̼̻̮̼͔̈́̆̔͌̑̔̍̓͘ ̸̢̡͇̦͕͇̻̤̺̈́̿͘ͅg̵̦͕̻̀͌͝ằ̸̰͈͎̮͚̞̘͉̰̥͌͊́͝i̴͐̌̀͜n̷̡̮̗͇̞̹̩̣͆ ̶͖̩͙̓́p̸̡̥̫͕̆́̊̋͂̈́̅o̸̠̺̬͍͂͒̏̐̽̉w̵̰̹͇͙̻̓̀̋͘͝ȩ̴̨̢͔̩̣͔̰̥̒͊͌͗̈́̃̒̆̀͝r̸̻̱̀͛̑̄͑͘͝͠.̶̧̻̦̤̝̠͙̫̺͝
The polyphonic voice was beginning to hurt his head.
At least turn off the polyphonic voice. I can hardly understand you. Sass laced his voice's tone, though nobody but his owner could hear.
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𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲
Fanfictionit's been two years since the events of "Love and Lust", Alastor closed himself off from everyone and is looking for a way to destroy the soul contract that binds Angel and Valentino together. Angel craves one thing and one thing only.. Death. Will...
