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Alastor P.O.V
Seven years. He's undoubtedly lost influence in the seven years he’s been gone; a necessity at the time. This battle was supposed to put him back on top. To become the demon that killed the first man, the man who started the exterminations to begin with. How glorious it would have been to have the insignificant look at him with unbridled fear again. To have the overlords restrain themselves for fear of gaining his notice; killing one ordinary exterminator kicked up such a fuss, imagine the fear of the one who killed the head of them. It has been far too long since someone has remembered he was the one who killed almost all previous overlords, and this fight was supposed to make them remember.
He failed. Failed so spectacularly that he lost within two hits, with an added broken staff and life threatening injury across chest. A small angelic injury would put anyone, besides the royals, out of commission for two weeks- sometimes a month depending on the wound and demon. How long would his take? His staff would take another month to repair in his current state. To put the cherry on top, since he had to run away early in the battle the others will most likely think he left them to die for his own entertainment… Not like he could tell them if he wanted to keep his image, in no way does he want to be known willing to die for his "friends". The fools would bother him even more if they knew.
A constant clink, clink, clink, clink pulled him out of his musings. A sound he was decently familiar with and hated with a passion for nothing more than the reason it comes about. His claws were drumming on the ground in boredom. The angelic wound made him unable to move and caused his sorry state of laying on the floor doing nothing, nothing but tapping . How he hates the incessant noise from tapping grates on his ears. How the action comes to him unbidden because of boredom . He knew himself well enough that if he didn’t have something to occupy himself with, the noise would continue to reappear. He couldn’t summon anything because of the damned angelic wound and there was nothing around for him to fiddle with except his staff, which he couldn’t fix until his wound stopped bleeding.
A few minutes of thinking later he started to hum out a tune, “Da dada dada dada da d-d-da da dada dada dada da d-d-da”. As the toon starts to take shape, Alastor starts thinking of his past. His human past. It starts out with a man with a tanner skin color, a slight wave to his short hair wearing a classic white button up and black slacks.
(Jake Daniels- Problems)
I'm off my rocker
Alastor is seen walking and does a sudden spin before continuing with a grin.
I might be a just little mad
Pan to his face with red eyes, half lidded and smile more sinister with hands held behind his back.
My thoughts they wander
Pulled into his red eyes to see a male hitting a female then cuts to him being cut up with alastor standing over him, grinning ear to ears.
Into a place where there’s no end
Dozens of pictures where male or female abused or used their spouse or child before the perpetrators end up dead with Alastor above them grinning down at their dismembered bodies.
Where monsters and shadows decide to reside
More pictures of people doing terrible deeds (Rape, Child abuse, spouse abuse, selling into slavery).
There’s creatures who look like they’re dressed in disguise
Those same people out with colleagues smiling and laughing, enjoying themselves with no remorse.
It’s all in my head but I swear it’s alive
A scene with collage of those sinners all enjoying themselves widens and backs away until the back of Alastors head is seen before a flash (At alive) and those sinners have blood all over them while they grin.
I wonder if I will survive
Same scene but the sinners all turn heads around to stare at Alastor with weapons in their hands.
Evils round the corner
Scene changes to the front of Alastor with his eyes flashing from brown to red.
doctors orders that you stay
Alastor digging into his pocket to pull out medication.
This dopamine won’t leave you
Close in on the Medication. “Helps aggression with feelings of Euphoria.”
it’s your friend to take the pain
Flash of Alastor with body slouched, classic face splitting grin on his face.
I swear just one more time and
Quick flashes of multiple bottles of the same medication with focus on the miligrams. Climbing from 100, 200, 300, 500.
You’ll be fine to step away
Flash of Alastor briefly looking down an alleyway before walking on.
But then they pull you closer
Scene changes to doctor stepping close to a sitting down Alastor, nose and above unseen. Stack of papers tucked under the left arm.
look right at ya and they say
Same as the scene above but with a slight head tilt down.
You got some problems
Doctor points at Alastors chest.
You might be just a little mad
Doctor’s thumb and pointer don’t quite make contact.
But we can solve ‘em
Doctor’s hand goes off screen with an easy grin on his face.
We know exactly where you stand
Hand comes back into frame with a familiar bottle.
Just let us show you where to go
Doctor hands a stack of papers out along with a Medication bottle, a thousand little bullets and squiggles on it.
we don’t take care where you’ve been
Doctor practically shoves the Medication and papers in Alastors arms as he accepts money from him.
We all got problems
The doctor’s face splits open into a smirk.
But we can solve ‘em
The Doctor mouths the words “Thank you.” The same words type out along his chest
We all got Issues that I can’t address
Pans to Alastors face with the bottle and papers before scene switches to Alastor walking along a sidewalk (Sideview) with his hands in his pockets
Pain keeps pumping through my chest
A hand, previously out of view reaches up to clutch his heart, scrunching up his perfectly pressed shirt.
Heart of black, Made a mess
Scene changes to a pulsing black heart suddenly exploding with ink across the screen.
Here we fucking go again
Scene changes to Alastors eyes flashing between brown and red.
Reaper is my keeper keeps on telling me to go
Scene change to Alastor in a room, sitting in a plush red chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand, a side table with a candle the only light. A tall being with a black cloak stands outside the light circle looking at Alastor and casually raises his hand palm up.
I wonder how I’d feel if I just let him take my soul
Scene changes to Alastor with red eyes looking at the hand in contemplation
Evils round the corner
Scene changes to the front of a house. Alastor is in front of the door, papers and bottle in hand. A mass of shadow rises up from behind him, with alastor none the wiser.
doctors orders that you stay
Alastor unlocks the door. The shadows become more corporeal
This dopamine won’t leave you
The Shadow follows Alastor inside, a wide grin on his face.
it’s your friend to take the pain
The Shadow is seen looking at something intently before the scene pans out and focus on the pill bottle with the Shadow becoming unfocused at the same time.
I swear just one more time and
Scene change with the bottle and papers on a kitchen table, The shadow is staring at the 600 mg pill bottle.
You’ll be fine to step away
The Shadow disintegrates as Alastor sits down with a glass of whiskey in hand.
But then they pull you closer
The Shadow resembles itself in front of Alastor
look right at ya and they say
The Shadow looks directly at Alastors face
You got some problems
The Shadow points at Alastor.
You might be just a little mad
The Shadow’s thumb and pointer don’t quite make contact.
But we can solve ‘em
The Shadow place’s its hand on the papers and the medication, classic grin on its face
We know exactly where you stand
Alastor moves to pull the Medication and papers out its grasp.
Just let us show you where to go
The Shadow rips the stack of papers and medication bottle out of Alastor’s hands.
we don’t take care where you’ve been
The Shadow is seen dumping the Medication and papers into the garbage.
We all got problems
The shadow looks back at Alastor to find him looking at it incredulous and body tense.
But we can solve ‘em
Alastor then relaxes, a grin overtaking his face similar to the Shadow as the two stare at each other.
You got some problems
Scene changes between three.
- Alastor grinning in a bloody scene in a forest a small distance away, Body shadowed with red eyes and blood the only color.
- Another bloody scene. Alastor kneeling in blood, face shadow and red eyes fully on display; with the eyes crinkled to show he’s smiling.
- Scene change. Alastor walking in the woods, his shadow corporeal and walking next to him. Both are grinning with red eyes swimming pools of madness.
you got some problems
Scene changes between three.
- Alastor grinning in a bloody scene in a forest a small distance away, Body shadowed with red eyes and blood the only color.
- Another bloody scene. Alastor kneeling in blood, face shadow and red eyes fully on display; with the eyes crinkled to show he’s smiling.
- Scene change. Alastor walking in the woods, his shadow corporeal and walking next to him. Both are grinning with red eyes swimming pools of madness.
You got some problems
Scene changes with Alastor in the room that has the Reaper, but it is now on the floor with shadows writhing everywhere
You might be just a little mad
Alastor turns and blows out the candle
But we can solve ‘em
The Shadow pops up and leans over him behind the chair
We know exactly where you stand
The Shadow smiles and eyes crinkle in possessive glee.
Just let us show you where to go
The shadow part a clear path for him as Alastor sits up
we don’t take care where you’ve been
The shadows gently brush against him as he walks by
We all got problems
The sinners faces pop up in a collage
But we can solve ‘em
The shadows are seen with blood dripping from them as sinners bodies are on the floor
You got some problems
Scene change. Alastor is once again in a bloodbath of limbs, staring with a grin. He has no weapon
You might be just a little mad
He throws his back in uncontrollable laughter
But we can solve ‘em
The Shadow is seen grinning just as madly behind him, looking at the corpses gleefully as bloody drips from his claws.
We know exactly where you stand
Scene Change. Alastor is seen with writhing black shadow all around him as he grins in the middle with red eyes.
Just let us show you where to go
Scene Change. The Shadow waving Alastor over by and Alley way
we don’t take care where you’ve been
A flashback of the meeting with the doctor and the 600 mg bottle are shown
We all got problems
Scene Change. Alastor is now in the Alley way with an adult beating a child further down.
But we can solve ‘em
A Shadow limb is seen protruding from the abuser’s chest, through the heart. Another is covering the child's eyes and ears.
We all got problems
Scene changes between three.
- Alastor grinning in a bloody scene in a forest a small distance away, Body shadowed with red eyes and blood the only color.
- Another bloody scene. Alastor kneeling in blood, face shadow and red eyes fully on display; with the eyes crinkled to show he’s smiling.
- Scene change. Alastor walking in the woods, his shadow corporeal and walking next to him. Both are grinning with red eyes swimming pools of madness.
you got some problems
Scene changes between three.
- Alastor grinning in a bloody scene in a forest a small distance away, Body shadowed with red eyes and blood the only color.
- Another bloody scene. Alastor kneeling in blood, face shadow and red eyes fully on display; with the eyes crinkled to show he’s smiling.
- Scene change. Alastor walking in the woods, his shadow corporeal and walking next to him. Both are grinning with red eyes swimming pools of madness.
We all got problems
Demon Alastor is suddenly seen smiling, the last lyrics written in white on the bottom of the screen with blood dripping down the letters as Alastor mouths the words.
Alastor sighs, a little less bored but still bored nonetheless. “What good days those were. Just my Shadows and me, ridding the world of sinners just to find out they’re gorging themselves in hell doing just fine… Well it was entertaining hunting them all down again and seeing the fear in their eyes. At first it was just fear of pain before it quickly turned to fear of death.” Alastor gives a malicious smile at the memories, “What a delicious sight they were… Seems like today is a day of reminiscing.” He couldn’t do much else.
He breaks out of his musings by a presence appearing at his side. A quick look finds him staring at The Shadow, a shadow that he has deemed his long before he landed in hell. His Shadow looked at his pitiful state and frowned, a low trill sounded from it in its obvious distress. His Shadow tried to lend power to him but frowned even more when the wound sucked it all and didn’t change. It then looked more at Alastor’s face, confusion written all over its face. Alastor looked at it for a moment, then looked away. “My deal takes a good portion of the power I had previously.” His Shadows stares at him harder, demanding more information.
“If I had to guess, I only have about ten percent of my power left. It’s why I was away for seven years, to make my power core more dense. I grew it as much as it could grow a long time ago, the only way to stay powerful was to make more power available per square centimeter of my core.” His Shadow made a louder distressed trill, hands going to his neck as if to feel for the chain.
Alastor took a breath, about to tell His Shadow that the deal chains didn’t work like that. Only the one who owned the soul could reveal the chain, a built-in defense to stop those with large magical capability from escaping; people like Alastor to be specific. Yet, as His Shadow felt for his pulse it managed to slip his fingers underneath something and hold onto it. Alastor froze, and out of the corner of his eye he could see the purple glow of the chain he’s only seen twice. As His Shadow held onto the invisible collar the chain slowly formed, each link adding a small weight on his neck. By the time the collar formed it felt as if ten pounds of steel lay on his neck, perhaps symbolizing the amount of control his contractor had over him. Still, His Shadow held the collar tightly, tighter than when it first wrapped its fingers around; like it was afraid to lose its grip on it. “How..?” Was all Alastor could muster.
“I Am wEll aWaRe ThAt ThOsE WhO oWn ThE sOuL aRe ThE oNeS ThAt CaN rEvEaL tHe CollAr. HoWeVeR, hOw MaNy YeArS hAvE I BeEn By YoUr SiDe?” It was a question Alastor had to think about for a second.
“When I got that 600 Mg medication..?” His Shadow just smiled.
“ThAt WaS tHe FiRsT tImE I WaS AbLe To ReVeAl MySeLf. I HaVe BeEn WiTh YoU sInCe BiRtH. I Am ThE oNLy OnE wHo WiTnEsSeD EvErYtHiNg. YoU hAvE aLwAyS oWnEd Me, AnD I hAvE aLwAyS oWnEd YoU; We ShArE a SoUL. YoU cAn HiDe NoThInG fRoM mE, aNd I WiLL aLwAyS hAvE mOrE rIght OvEr YoU sOuL tHeN tHaT BITCH.” All Alastor could do was stare as His Shadow held on to his collar, his biggest mistake and regret.
“AnD iT iS BeCaUsE wE sHaRe A sOuL tHaT I cAn Do ThIs…” Before Alastor can blink, much less protest, he is being shadowed into the exact position of His Shadow; his hand now around the collar no longer on his neck but His Shadow’s.
He slowly slips his hand from the purple collar. His Shadow remains still as his body shakes, as the same hand touches his own neck now totally free from the collar’s burden. He can feel his power returning. It surged in him, happy to be reunited after so long apart; it was almost powerful enough to knock him to the floor again. Not only was he getting his power back, but was getting a power boost . The seven years he spent densifying his core proved even more fruitful than before; he has at least twice as much power than his previous prime. As he came to the realization his shakes from the increase of power quickly became shakes of laughter, laughter that could be the prime definition of Euphoria.
As his laughter died down, he still chuckled as he whispered “We all got problems but we can solve them indeed.” He looked toward His Shadow to find him looking at him already, quite seriously he might add.
Alastor raised a brow, “YoU hAvE fOuR hOuRs.” Alastor nodded, gathered his mana and left; he didn’t say a thing.
It wasn’t something that needed responding too, and he only had four hours to play with angles after all. He certainly wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.