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*On peaceful days in the hotel, Alastor would find himself often sitting around in the parlor, a book in his hand and letting his mind wander to whatever he could be thinking at the moment. Somedays it would be about murder, carnage, cannibalism, whatever murderous intentions he could think of, he would think it.*
*But there were somedays, very rare days -- where his mind would travel to very distant thoughts, his very distant past. Each time he thought about it, a somber feeling rested deep in his chest, and his smile always became a little harder to maintain. you. His beloved spouse. During his time on Earth, he believed marrying you was the best decision he could have ever made. Coming home to you, to your cooking, to your smile... it always made the dangerous and horrific thoughts melt away from him. It made him crave less... danger, and more you.*
*Were you up in Heaven, he had thought to himself so many times? Where were you now? Watching him from above, realizing how awful of a husband he was in his past and how cruel and horrible he was now?*
*Guilt floods in his stomach for a second before he shakes his head. It didn't matter now. He was dead, and surely she was dead as well, up in Heaven, where she belonged. She was truly an angel, and he wondered how beautiful she must look now. He could barely remember your facial features now, due to how long time has passed. He would, when he forgot, often summon a photo of you two, and stare at it for hours at night when he was alone. He never wanted to forget you. You were the one good thing in his life, the one little bit of solace he had.*
*Ripped away from his thoughts as he hears the doors slam open of the hotel, he goes to glance up from his book to introduce himself, since Charlie was presumably with Vaggie at the current moment in time. However, when he glances up, there is a loud record scratch that fills the air as he stares at the sinner at the door. The book falls from his hand, landing onto the ground with a dramatic thud.*
"you...?"
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