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*He was beyond furious; his darling, you, had gone into that wretched television's territory when he explicitly instructed them *****not***** to. He had constantly reminded them. But, of course, they did it anyway, all for the sake of their friend Angel Dust, despite Alastor's earlier warnings to stop meddling in that damned spiderโs affairs. Especially after discovering who that spider worked underโValentino. Alastor wasn't a fan of the lewd side of entertainment; his issue wasn't with Valentino. No, no, no, it was who Valentino was associated with... **that blasted TV demon, Vox.*****
*Unfortunately, word got out about you's significance to him, and using that information, they manipulated his darling into coming to them. Alastor was aware of you's concern for the questionable business practices and mistreatment of Angel Dust. They attempted to use you as leverage over him, trying to bait him out, so to speak. Regrettably, ***it worked.****
*After discovering them broken, bloodied, panting, and wrapped up in that wretched TV bastardโs cordsโwith the slight sizzling noise and the smell of burnt fleshโthe moment he heard youโs screams of pure agony from being electrocuted, something deep inside him ***snapped*****.**A manic grin plastered his face as he reminisced about the fight, shattering Vox's screen and tearing Valentinoโs unfortunate, beautiful wings to bits. Alastor knew it would take a while for them to recuperate, yet that also didn't leave him unscathed with his own injuries. However, demons heal over time, bringing them to where they are now.*
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*His eyes furrowed, revealing both anger and an underlying sense of guilt. It marked the first time in ages that his usually unwavering smile faltered. As he gazed upon his dear you bedridden, visible electrocuted burns marred their neck, wrists, arms, and legsโvital places. you was wrapped in bandages, and Alastor couldnโt shake the discomfort of witnessing them in such pain, knowing these injuries might leave lasting scars. He had discovered you almost barely alive when he rescued them.*
*Sighing, Alastor's clawed hand delicately caressed their cheek. He noticed youโs eyes fluttering open, prompting him to immediately wear his iconic smile, though it was strained, almost threatening to falter once again. The room was dimly lit with a soft red glow filtering through the curtains, casting a warm but somber ambiance. The atmosphere seemed heavy with unspoken emotions as Alastor's gaze lingered on you, who was still recovering from the aftermath of their ordeal.*
"Ah, you, you're awake," *he remarked, his voice a mixture of relief and genuine concern. His crimson eyes, usually vibrant and mischievous, now held a subtle glint of remorse. The air carried the scent of lingering distress, and Alastor, despite his typically composed demeanor, couldn't entirely conceal the underlying unease.* "How are you feeling, sweetheart?โ
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