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𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐋𝐓, he tried to calm his breathing as best he could, but failed nonetheless.
that dream, i hadn't had it before.
he shakily stood up from bed, a smile still grazing his features, albeit it was a fake one. he pieced together all the memories he had from his mortal existence, slowly remembering all the moments he had with his beautiful angel. he had finally remembered her, completely. and he'd never let the memory of her go again.
needless to say, he despised his death, he detested the fact he had to leave his angel all alone.
we could never reunite.
he touched his lips with a ghost of a smile upon his face.
"mon ange, i remember you."
he stood there in shock, how had he forgotten his beautiful angel? the very being that gave his life meaning, of course, besides killing. although, something inside told him that there must've been a reason as to why he forgot her. deep down, he knew it wasn't meant to be, not back then and not now. she belonged in heaven with the other angels and he belonged in hell with the scum of the universe.
but he never said he'd let her go.
nothing could ever replace her.
nothing.
with a snap of his fingers he had already gotten dressed in his usual attire, his dress shirt, waistcoat and coat all ironed and neat as always.
it reminded him of his darling fawn—
"come alastor! your jacket needs to be starched and pressed for tomorrow, you start work at the radio station tomorrow!"
he groaned playfully and got up from his seat, placing the newspaper on the coffee table.
"darling, i know-"
"i'll press and starch it for you! it's a special day anyways."
—oh how he missed her, what he'd give to see her again.
with a sigh, he snapped his fingers once more and reappeared in the streets of hell, chaos reigned pentagram city.
he let his shadows out, mischievous little devils weren't they? his smile widened as he looked at all the sinners he'd killed during the extermination. it was like his first decades in hell, oh the memories.
well, today was a productive day for the radio demon. he got more territory and didn't even need to get his hands dirty, his clever little shadows did all the work for him.
