Hellbound | Alastor x reader

Possessed

The air was crisp and warm that fine summer morning. The heavenly rays of sunshine slopes in through the splits in the curtains and projected pretty patterns on the crimson walls.

A think lanky brunette man lay in his bed, in blissful slumber. The rays of sunlight that crept into his room awoke him from his sleep. He blinked his eyes, adjusting to the light, staring at his ceiling with a grin on his face.

"Another bright and wonderful day.", He thought to himself as he gently turned himself to his side.

Beside him lay a lovely little damsel with luscious (h/c) hair, embraced in her soft quilts and in deep slumber. A look of peace studding her sleeping face. The man glanced at her lovely face and the grin on his face melted into a soft and genuine smile. A feeling of happiness filling his heart as he carefully leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"My little darling.", He softly cooed at her.

He then lifted his left hand to her cheek, being careful not to wake her up. He softly caressed it, thinking sweet things about her and himself. Of how perfect his life was with her in it. Of how nothing could possibly ruin anything for him anymore. He was at peace with her. Even with his demons, she managed to bring out the best in him.

But as he caressed her cheeks, he felt darkness suddenly fill his surroundings. He was struck with sudden dizziness and just as he blinked his eyes, the whole world before him shifted. He opened his eyes to a mortifying sight. Something he just couldn't comprehend.

He saw his own hand, wrapped around his lover's throat, holding her up as he choked her mercilessly. A menacing smile was spread across his face and a deep chuckle resonated from his mouth. His whole demeanour looked crazed, yet within he was troubled and confused as to why he was doing this.

He wanted so badly to let her go, to beg her for forgiveness, to try and figure out why he was doing what he was doing. Yet, his body wouldn't let him. His body kept urging to thrust the knife he felt in his other hand into the woman's body. But he tries his best to hold himself back.

While struggling in his efforts, he felt an icy set of fingers clench onto his right shoulder, a shiver rushed down his spine and he felt the holistic being lean in closer to him.

"Kill her.....end her misery.....she's awaited.....", A chilling yet ethereal voice whispered into his ear.

The voice seemed almost hypnotic, and maybe it was. But these words made his body disobey him even more. Yet he didn't give in, not yet. He kept trying to break free from this trance that imprisoned him in this nightmare. Though his efforts were hopeless. He suddenly felt another hand holding his left shoulder, this time a fiery angst feeling emitting from it.

"Do it........ You want power. Don't you?", A menacing static voice spoke to him.

The voices engulfed him and he felt his will slowly melting away. The menace took over him and he thrust the knife in his hand into the body of his lover.

A stark silence fills the air as the woman squirmed in his grasp in her final struggles for survival. But the life in her slips away as he twists the knife inside her, slowly and mercilessly. Within seconds her body goes limp in his arms. The warmth of life no longer existent in her. She was gone. It was done. He had murdered his own lover.

But why?

He didn't know, and it didn't matter anymore. The feelings of loss and distress took over him and he broke into a hysteria of laughter. A burst of menacing, maniacal laughter that echoed through the cold empty streets. His grief visible in his cracking voice. Tears of grievance rushed down his cheeks yet he still laughed like a maniac. He couldn't control it. It was all over. His life which seemed perfect with her in it was now non-existent.