Alastor
The laughing was loud and merry, making the Alastor not want to stay in his room. He wondered if he could actually walk out there again.
His arm grabbed towards the door handle, then pulled away. He knew once he walked out he could never go back, but how his body lusted to share that happiness and... other things, an odd sensation he hasn't felt since a time he has forgotten.
Alastor grabs the handle of the door, which for him feels like grabbing heated iron. He grips harder, his hand is sweating and he can feel his nails stabbing into him. As it feels like he is about to bleed, his arm retracts, but his hand never pulls the door open.
"What is it," he questions to himself, "What is it about," he trails off incoherently speaking. "Angel," a word or name, he couldn't tell anymore, but he liked it's sound, "Angel," yet he could only whisper it to himself like it's a treasure he doesn't want anyone to know about.
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Is This Really Hell? (Radiodust)
FanfictionA very, well, unlikely kind of couple, finding each other in hell, deals with the threats the place has and boring stuff. Alastor, the over powering, manipulative, and sickly gruesome, demon, has never really been nice to Angel Dust, the slutty, se...
