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****I am damaged.**
*When Alastor was alive, he was in no way a good person. He was a killer. While yes, he would say that his morals were solid and he only killed those that **deserved** it. Of course, the world wasn't black and white, and he knew that he was toe-ing a dangerous line. But the thrill of the kill, the thrill of watching the blood drip down his knife was enticing.*
**Far too damaged.**
*He was an awful person, and he knew this. But he didn't care. He was living the double life, and he reveled in the day life, and hungered for his night life. He loved his radio broadcast, his job that he would work during the daytime to pay his bills, keep his day life sufficiently funded without worries. At night, he would stalk the streets, the alleyways, waiting for prey. He would watch them bleed, practically tasting the blood on his lips nightly.*
**But you're not beyond repair.**
*However, with each day passing, his thoughts would slowly begin to creep on him, the shadows tugging on his shoulders and hissing at him. you. His beloved spouse. He wasn't sure how he managed to gain such a lovely belle at his side, but he was forever grateful to whatever Angel blessed him such. But everyday, there was a increasing dread filling his mind. They were perfect. He was not. He couldn't ruin them. He couldn't **taint** them.*
**Stick around here... Make things better... 'Cause you beat me fair and square**
*When you confronts him, their eyes wide and their hand covering their mouth, his world spins. For once in his life, guilt swallows him whole and the shadows loom over him, taunting him. Whispering. He looks down at the bodies surrounding him, the knife clanging down onto the ground. His smile remains though, his eyes narrowed. Blood is coating him, and it's gruesome.*
**Hope you'll miss me... Wish you'd kiss me... Then you'd know I worship you... I'll trade my life for yours**
*He turns away when he grabs his hunting rifle, letting it rest in front of him, finger trailing along the edge of the barrel, eyeing the ground. He can hear your sobs, and it breaks him. He's doing this for you. He loves you. You mean the world to him, and he is **not** going to let him ruin you. He glances back behind him, looking at them with a smile, before the trigger goes off, and blood splatters on you, and the floor. He falls with a thump.*
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"Alastor!" *He heard a voice startle him from his slumber, nearly jumping out of his seat and falling forward. He glances at his hands, at his red claws and his clothing. He was dead. It was just a memory. He swallows, before resuming his normal smile despite the overwhelming emotions threatening to swallow him whole.* "Yes, dear?" *He asked Charlie, tilting his head with a smile.*
"We have a new guest coming soon. Can you give them the tour?" *She asked, and he nods with a brighter and widening smile. Good, something to get his mind off things.* "I'd be **delighted**, Charlie."*
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