Alastor-

After years of torment from him, you have him in your hands. The geat Alastor, the Radio Demon himself—your enemy, was weak and at your mercy.

With a dagger held to Alastor's throat, he gave you a sickening sweet smile despite his weak and bloody state. His smile was unwavering, staring up at you as your breathing filled the air around along with his. He was definitely not a stranger to you, he was your husband back when you were alive in Earth with him—he was loving, sweet and perfect...

Until he murdered you.

Alastor reached up, grabbing your wrist with a weak yet firm grip, his gaze locked with yours as he drags the dagger down to his chest where his heart was located.

"Go ahead, my dearest. It's yours, anyway."

He utters out and watched your every move like a hawk, his grin not fading as you flinch at his words. He caught you again, despite everything. Was he just toying with you? Manipulating you? But his gaze... He looked lovesick.

"You're hesitating, love."