Iwillstandbymyship
- LECTURAS 1,347
- Votos 66
- Partes 7
In life, there was love-steady, certain, and bright enough to drown out the noise of a cruel world. The two of you built something quiet and sacred, a happiness that made every hardship worth it.
Then came the knock.
A police officer. A few words that didn't make sense at first. And suddenly, everything that mattered was gone. Alastor was dead. The laughter, the warmth, the heartbeat that matched your own-gone in an instant.
Grief hollowed you out. The world became unbearable, and in your desperation to be with him again, you reached for his pistol and followed him into the dark.
Heaven was soft, forgiving. You built a new life beside your sister, learning to exist in peace. For a time, it was enough.
Then Charlotte Morningstar's redemption plan succeeded, and you were sent to Hell to help prepare the way. You expected chaos, corruption, and lost souls. You didn't expect him.
Alastor stood before you, smiling that same sharp smile, voice smooth as ever, eyes glinting with something broken. The man you had loved. The man you had died for. But this wasn't the same Alastor. This was the Radio Demon-Hell's monster. And when he reached for you, you turned him away.
He tried to live with it. Tried to pretend your rejection didn't tear through him like static. But the silence between you grew unbearable. The relapse came quietly, then all at once. And when the pain became too much, he went to Vox and begged for an end.
He almost got it.
And somewhere in the chaos, as Lucifer's presence began to fill the cracks in your heart, you realized the truth you'd been running from-love doesn't die with the body. It lingers, stubborn and aching, waiting to be heard again through the static.