Burning Desire (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 1: Chaotic departure in hell

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You were a fool. You knew it would happen sooner or later.

Yet, you continued your unhealthy little routine without worrying about the consequences.

You had no consideration for all the families you had broken.

All you were interested in was feeling something new, forgetting your own pain that was eating you everyday.

With difficulty you opened your eyes to see that you were in a dark forest. You put your hand on your head, moaning in pain as you remembered what had happened.

Your "boss" had managed to find out that you were the orchestrator of the death of several of his employees, and so this dirty wolf and his pack hounded you, they managed to kill you with a bullet in the head after torturing and humiliating you.

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"What a bunch of sons of a bitches..." you grumbled as you remembered every detail of your death.

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With a little hesitation you touched the back of your head but strangely, you did not feel anything. No blood, no hole, nothing.

You frowned, you didn't understand and you looked at your hand. Fear invaded your body when you saw that your (S / C) skin had taken on a pale hue. Your nails were black, very long and more than sharp.

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"What's going on?" you said to your mind.

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It was very hard to get yourself up at the beginning. Moreover you were still confused about the changes in your body, you were also wondering why you were... "still alive".

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"I should have died," you said aloud.

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You raised your head and your eyes widened when you saw the color of the sky. Red.

Your mouth dropped slightly, and, gradually, you began to understand where you were. You clenched your fists and looked around.

Through the trees, you could see what looked like a city. Your expression was slightly hardened and you went to see it with suspicion.

During your short journey to civilization, you again looked at the sky and noticed that a pentagram was replacing the sun.

That's when your fears were confirmed. You were in hell. It was unmistakable.

A mocking smile was drawn on your lips, you preferred to laugh at this horrible reality.

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"Obviously," you said.

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You could not even touch the gates of paradise. Your soul was dirty and irrecoverable. You knew it. You were death itself. How many people died because of you? Elderly, mothers and fathers, children... innocents... You even killed rots like drug addicts and mafia members. Your own partners...

You stopped counting the number of crimes you committed a long time ago.

You came to a stage where you could not tell the difference between right and wrong, or rather... you did not want to see it anymore, it was just you, the judge of the whole world, (Y / N) (L / N).

Every person you met was an enemy to you. A vermin that you had to get rid of. It had become your job, your "horrible routine", your "hobby" in order to feel something other than the void that devoured you from within.