Alastor ran as fast as he could, it was too dark to see what lies ahead, or what was chasing him, but the sounds of howling echoed throughout the quiet forest. The branches of the trees scratched up against his face and arms temporarily slowing him down, but he kept running. His breathing was quick and clearly strained as he gasped and wheezed, he needed to get away from these damn wolves. "Oh- SHIT-" Alastor tripped over the roots of a large tree and tumbled into a ditch, rocks and fallen branches tore at his white dress shirt and brown waistcoat and snatched his glasses of his face, he grunted as he finally stopped moving "Fuck-". His arms trembled as he pushed himself back up, he squinted his eyes as he looked for his glasses, his heart racing as the crunching of branches and growling could be heard. He stood up, stumbling slightly, trying to figure out where the wolves were without being able to see. And that's when he heard the click, and then-
𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙜
Alastor shot up in his bed, his eyes wide and ears flattened against his head, he immediately winced in pain, shit.... the damn gash on his chest... He looked down to see the bandages soaked in blood and got up with a sigh and looked out the window of his room. The red sky of hell was dark, it was either still night or early morning. He opened the window and felt the cool air on his skin and heard the sound of gunshots and screaming from below. He closed his eyes and listened to the screams, these nightmares.... They have been becoming more frequent.... All about his past, about his death. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦!? Alastor had asked himself, yet no answer ever came to him.
He groaned and closed the window then made his way back to the bathroom. He took his bandages off and quickly glanced at them before reaching for the bandage- wait.... He stopped and looked in the mirror at the wound "𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵...." he muttered under his breath. The gash had become bigger, like, very noticeably bigger, it had spread down to his sides. Well, that explains the excessive bleeding and pain. Alastor growled softly and he re-wrapped the wound, there was no way this would heal properly or quickly by itself or with his own magic, he needed an Angel's magic, or something close to one...
Chapter 2 end.
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After the battle.
FanfictionAlastor struggles to deal with his emotions while simultaneously struggles to deal with his enemies, helping Charlie with redemption, avoiding "Lilith" at ALL costs... And Lucifer.... This will involve cursing (obviously), descriptions of blood and...
