Alastor
"One step, two steps, three steps, pause. One step, two steps, three steps, pause," The red coated demon said to himself as he walked back and forth in the small room. He had not stopped counting since the "incident." Somehow this prideful demon had fallen down into a pit of fear. He could only see himself as a form of a failure.
"One step, two steps, three steps, pause," the phrase found him again. He didn't know how many days he had been walking in the line. What he did know was that the parts where he turned on had been torn into. The carpet wasn't there and the wood was a bit worn now.
Squeals were heard from out in the hall, the voice of Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel could be heard from the other side. Angel's voice calling out for something to stop. A thought ran through Alastor's mind; as soon as it came though, he quickened his pace, "One step, two steps, three steps, turn."
He knew his territory would still be his no matter how long it was. Well as long as he was alive, and he made sure no one forgot that he was. "If only-," he stopped suddenly. He needed sleep.
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