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𝑷𝑶𝑾
The gun rang out in the dim forest.
Everything was dark, silent, and peaceful.
He woke up.
Surrounded by crimson, the fellow was confused! He did just get shot in the frontal lobe after all.
"What the fuck? Where am I…" he swore out with a sailors mouth; his mama taught him better than that.
His head was bashing and throbbing! why wouldn't it be, after all they quite literally blew his mind.
He saw the pentagrams and the really loud obnoxious personality the place had, and how could he forget! The eye straining red everywhere that was enough to kill a man AGAIN. It immediately clicked on where the fellow had landed, his run of life parade had ended, and now he was punished.
But before the man could register his surroundings properly, a dainty woman with quite the unique hat had spotted him, as if she already had heard or sensed
the news of such a man's arrival
"Oh! Alastor dear, is that you?"
The woman before him said with such a delightful smile, sharp teeth glistening and threatening somehow.
Alastor looked at her confused, he's never met the lady in his life!
As he thought about it more it had reached him like a bullet, the sinner before him perhaps is the one who he spoke to the days prior, the one that promised him that great power.
His mind wandered to another thing.. or 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 immediately after,
𝘐 𝘭𝘦f𝘵 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. S𝘩𝘪𝘵.
He snapped back to reality even if he didn't want to, he'd have to deal with the sinner before him first.
"Well hello there! I think it's quite clear I can put two and two together, so why don't we put a name to the face shall we darling?"
putting the friendly grin he'd learn all those years before, as a little boy,
one his mama taught him. An unforgettable lesson, indeed.
"ah, Alastor quite the charmer! Just like I had imagined! Ah ah forgive me for my manners why of course dear you may call me Rosie!"
A delightful lady, one he'd never imagined, she isn't too bad, well she better not be after all she does own him.
It had been hours since Alastor had initially left, and well, the brunette had grown worried by then.
It doesn't usually take him this long to hide a body, let alone one of a skinny man; after all as long and elegant Alastor seemed, he had real muscle to him.
After sitting in the parking lot for too long for his liking he decided to go and look for his beloved.
Walking countless times, he saw a glint as he shined his flashlight to the ground. Blood.
As he followed it he felt a pit at the bottom of his stomach; something wasn't right. No, not at all.
Once he walked a little more, the blood trail had led him to a bush, and as he looked behind it, a blur trying to form a shape of its own. Finally it registered in his mind, his vision blackened. Tears flowed hastily, and he tried to make out what was left of his reality.
This couldn't have possibly been real?
No. It wasn't. Not at all.
Surely he wasn't dead, He was just playing around. He always liked to scare the crap out of poor Vincent's heart.
As he approached the brown honey man, his legs weakened, and his mouth trembled.
Falling pitifully to his knees he reaches over to turn his beloved around, a cold stare greeting his, one that any sane person would've realized by now meant that he was gone.
But those people wouldn't get it, he IS still here! it is just the mind playing tricks, he isn't actually dead. No. Not at all.
After a bit of struggle, he got his love home safely. This time he will never let him out of his sight or arms.
Alastor is his, and only his.
He laid his beloved on his bed, closed his eyes. how peaceful he slept, he was finally home again, he must be tired, afterall carrying bodies is quite the work!
Kissing his cheek, he tucked him and left him to sleep.
As he carried on to the diner, to finish the leftovers Alastor had left him from the night before.
What an amazing meal, filled with love, oh how truly lucky is he! To have such a man care and love for him, it's wonderful indeed! but now Alastor was gravely sick, so it is his turn to return the favor, and take care of him as he gets better.
Alastor walked with Rosie for a bit; talking about his life on Earth and the egomaniac man that he happened to be "acquainted" with, or so he says.
After a bit of walking and exploring this new world, one he must get used to if he wants to reign havoc over it or else ‘he sold his soul for nothing’, he thinks back to the night Vincent uttered those words at the cabin when the ritual was performed.
Passing a corner one more time he spots the sign, "𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘯".
Greeting all the nice folk there he realizes that this isn't too bad after all, this place was full of life! He felt right at home, maybe this is home.
He steps into her house, after getting situated with some tea they both take a seat.
They both sit in silence for a bit until he remembers something or ..some𝘰𝘯𝘦 again.
“Rosie my dear, i have a 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳 to ask of you” He blurted out in his train of thought.
Rosie with wide eyes listened to him, and then an ear to ear grin slowly appeared as Alastor finished talking.
“Do we have a deal?” He reaches out his hand, and it is met with a firm shake.