Alastor x Male Reader Prequel

Mrs. (L/n)'s death

Me: This chapter is dedicated to my own mother! I do so wish that this fantasy could be real. Unlike Alastor and the reader though, I can't just murder people.
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Alastor had calmed down a fair bit and decided that if they were to fix the problem, they would have to kill Mrs. (L/n). Alastor understood that (Y/n) made a mistake and that now he knew. Mama Amelie was relieved they were getting along again and that (Y/n)'s mother was going to die. This bitch was stressing HER charges, had been the cause of mental disarray for one, and threatened them all.

The plan was set and all that was left was to do it. So, Alastor and (Y/n) went to Atlanta for a final time. They went on an overnighter so they could get there as early as possible.

(Y/n) grins and says to Alastor, "For little old me? Damn, thank you."

Alastor groans at the flirty tone and says, "Stop."

(Y/n) lowers his eyelids, "Let me thank ya proper! A kiss."

Alastor flushes and tenses, "No! Out of the question! That is for damsels."

(Y/n) chuckles, "You don't count my situation as damsel worthy?"

Alastor looks away, "This is making me VERY uncomfortable. Call us even and BE qUiEt!"

(Y/n) laughs, "Alright alright."

The rest of the trip (Y/n) was more tame and the idle talk helped to pass the time. The next morning they planned the hit in their compartment. Alastor threw out idea after idea on how to do it. (Y/n) had meticulously picked the most painful and fear inducing methods. He wasn't usually the blood lust type, but having a few months free of emotional abuse, he was in the mood. It was a change Alastor wasn't used to, but he didn't comment on it.

The two were set to start. They made it into town and hung around the library for a bit. They tried to act like tourists until dark. Once they were sure they had been seen by enough people they make their way to the (L/n) household. Sheryll, (Y/n)'s mother, was having sex with someone neither recognised. Alastor up and left to a phone booth down the street. (Y/n) stayed in place, looking away, only glancing when he had to. Eventually the man left, and (Y/n) stuck his hand out so Alastor could see. (Y/n) picks the lock to the house and they're inside.

Alastor crept up behind Sheryll and easily gags her. He then grabs her arms and yanks them together. The man takes out some rope and ties her arms together. Sheryll looks up to Alastor, who grins. (Y/n) walks into her line of sight. She widens her eyes and then glares, her words muffled.

(Y/n) holds her nose which cuts off her air, "Don't be like that! After all, this is justice."

He watches her struggle for a minute and then let's her breathe.

"Time to show you a fraction of what was done to me." He says.

(Y/n) and Alastor drive to the north of the city and find a rocky, secluded, forest area. (Y/n) sets up his art piece and revenge in one. A cross is set up in a secluded area. He makes sure it's steady and literally shackles her body in place. Alastor, while vocal with ideas earlier, let (Y/n) do as he pleased. This wasn't for him.

He realized early on that (Y/n) was a mere step away from murdering her. He didn't know when, but he was eager to watch. Alastor had a greater respect and fondness for his creativity.

"It's fascinating... watching you go from an enigma to getting a glance into your soul." Alastor says.

(Y/n) turns away from watching his mother slowly suffocating, "What do you see?"

Alastor looks from Sheryll to (Y/n), "A light. A dark or tainted light that exposes the sins of others. Whether harmful or not, I don't know."

(Y/n) grins, "You're speaking in metaphors again."

Alastor chuckles, "It's all I could think of using to explain you."

(Y/n) shrugs, "Take your time. Let me know when you have the words."

(Y/n) listens to his mother gasping and rolls his eyes, "Oh sweetie, It's only been a few minutes. Half an hour at best~"

He teases her with a mocking tone. "Why don't I remind you of something you used to tell me. Shut up; you're annoying me!"

(Y/n) sees her glare and stands up. "I was gonna be the more lenient of us two, but if you're SO insistant... I'll speed things up."

(Y/n) goes back to his stuff and pulls out some string and a sewing needle.

"Just remember that this is your fault~" he practically sings.

He walks up to her and carefully threads the needle. He makes a large knot at the end. He then holds her jaw shut and threads the needle needle connecting her lips. In and out. In and out. The blood smears a bit with each new jab of the needle. He finishes with a flare and watches His mother tug at the string. More blood drips down her chin. He walks back. He then admires his work and shrugs.

"It's not enough!" He growls.

He takes a deep breath and then gets an idea. He rushes to grab the brush in the area and builds it up around Sheryll. He makes a large circle of twigs and branches. He had the kindling in place.

He turns to Alastor, "Got any kerosene? Gasoline? Maybe on hand or did you see a place?"

Alastor grins, "Gas station a mile up. I'm sure we can grab enough, hot cakes."

(Y/n) eagerly doused the kindling. He poured all of liquid of the canister onto the wood. He steps back and strikes a match. (Y/n) tosses it and watches the small explosion as the wood catches fire. The flames start licking Sheryll's feet and she screams. The flames consume her. The flames turn her skin red. Her whole body is bathed in flames, the hair first to go. Next the thin stitches. The screams the follow ignite a new feeling.

(Y/n) watched as his mother screamed in agony. Her flesh started melting and crisping. It was sickeningly satisfying. He knew he should feel bad, but he couldn't. He felt relief. He feels laughter and joy build up in his chest and starts chuckling. He slowly changes to more hysterical laughter. He starts crying tears of joy, his hand coming up to grip his hair.

"HahaHahAaa! Burn in HELL!" (Y/n) cheers.

He smiles and watches the flames consume the body. The screams die down and all that's left is the roar of the fire. Alastor watches the male slowly lose his shit. Alastor was fully aware that he had issues and knew that many considered what he did wrong. He knew people considered him terrifying. The only thing was, now Alastor felt he could understand that opinion. He took a step back.

(Y/n) turns to Alastor with a wide smile on his face. He registers who it was and gives Alastor a hug.

"Thank you!!" (Y/n) repeats.

Alastor slowly processes what's happening and clears his throat. He gives a small hug and then pushes the other away.

"Right, well. We still have to keep the fire lit and make sure she's properly turned to ash." Alastor says.

(Y/n) lets his smile become relaxed and replies, "You're right."

(Y/n) lets himself fall into a sitting position on the forest floor. He watches the flames intensely; silent.
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Me:I know this may be a lot, but bear with me please! It's honestly for the best. I am sorry this chapter is so disjointed. It's like a ramble and after thought. I'm dissatisfied, but you all need the story to continue!