Alastor [36]

The bright and scandalous wild fire was reflected through your gaze, your body lay leaning against a wall of the now destroyed hotel, the heartbreaking screams of some angels trapped in the fire echoed in the place. You were in the long-awaited extermination, you had lasted long enough until an angel hit you with a precise blow, making you spit out blood, Alastor admired the scene from his study, somewhat weak and wounded, feeling how his boiling blood caused a fire in the entire place, his His gaze met yours, the closer he got, his smile grew bigger and his eyes shone in complete madness, madness for you. He took your face in one of his hands, putting pressure on your cheeks, raising it and making you look directly at him. He laughed out loud. "Oh dear, remember when you asked me what I would do for you? Here's your answer. I would let the world burn, burn just for you, that's how it has to be in the end. If I can't have you no one else "will be able to."