Alastor ⋆˚꩜｡

How did this all happen? He asks himself. He hates you so, so much. But at the same time, you make him feel so so strange. He wants to rip and tear you apart, yet he wants- no, needs you so bad. You're messing with his brain so badly. It's hurting his ego.

And now that you're standing right in front of him, almost ready to leave his room if not for his hand that was tightly gripping your arm with his sharp nails clawing into your skin, he was so sure what he wanted from you.

Alastor wasn't one to beg or even ask for help from others. No, no, that is far below a man of his caliber. But the way you simply discarded him like another one of those weak lowlife sinners... It infuriated him.

What's wrong with him? What is it that makes you ignore him like this? He's the Radio Demon for God's sake! Any other demon would've groveled before him and begged him to spare their lives! But with you, he's the one who felt weak in the knees.

He had done everything to make you even look at him. Hell, he even gave you his soul. You had him on both a metaphorical and literal leash. He practically belongs to you. All that, just to prove his devotion to you, just for you to even acknowledge his accomplishments. He killed sinners and much more for you. He gave up his freedom for just the littlest of praise.

He stared at you, dark red pupils staring into your soul with what you could've sworn, the slightest hint of dilation and his wide permanent smile seemingly strained as his breathing erratic. And suddenly, one word slipped out of his mouth, crackled by the everlasting radio filter applied to his voice, yet it didn't hide the surprising thing he said.

"Please..."