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Y/N's POV
You were dragged to the outskirts of Pride Ring and the moment you two got there, you immediately saw a sizable hole, as if something or someone fell from the Hell's atmosphere.
The land around it was scorched and warped, stone cracked outward in a rough, radial pattern. Whatever had landed here hadn’t arrived gently—it had punched through Hell itself.
The air was still faintly warm, humming with residual energy that prickled against your skin.
Your brow furrowed further when you saw the glowing greenish markings that looked like voodoo sigils that Alastor would emit from time to time, scattered around the pit.
They pulsed softly, half-buried in ash and fractured stone, their glow irregular—as if interrupted mid-formation.
It was too familiar, as if it was just copy pasted and plastered infront of you.
Your chest tightened as the recognition sank in.
Somehow, you felt that those weren't just crude imitations, they look too real to be just fakes, and why would 'he' even do something so thankless as to fake these..
What for??
For you to see??
You looked at the 'fake Alastor' who was rewriting the sigils, who looked suspiciously in a good mood and even had the time to look back at you from time to time.
He hummed under his breath as he worked, movements relaxed, almost leisurely. Fingers traced symbols into the air, shadows bleeding outward to carve them into the ground.
Every so often, he glanced over his shoulder at you with a smile that was far too pleased—as though this entire scene were a that of a private date, and unfortunately you're uninformed
His shado took the post on guarding you, must be making sure that you won't move.
It loomed closer than the others had before, stretching tall and solid against the broken terrain.
Where the fake Alastor’s shadow felt sharp and controlling, this one felt… restrained. As if it were holding itself back from something.
But afterall this while, you were really wondering what he wanted to do, All with this weird happenings was starting to fray on your nerves.
Nothing about this made sense. If this was a trap, it was an unnecessarily elaborate one.
If it was a ritual, then why involve you at all? Questions stacked atop one another with no answers in sight, each moment stretching your composure thinner.
You struggled a bit on your binds again,
The angelic restraints flared faintly at the movement, cold light biting into your wrists.
the moment you moved the shadow immediately came to your side and seemed to look at you pleadingly, not to struggle anymore, looking at your bruised arm, ghosting over a touch.
It didn’t restrain you further.
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PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER 🥀
Fanfiction_____________ON GOING______________ You 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 characte...
