Alastor
Hell is loud, but their silence is louder. In a world built on deals, power, and survival, relationships don’t exist the way they used to. They are contracts, addictions, obsessions—things you cling to even when they ruin you. Somehow, Alastor and Angel Dust have become exactly that. Not a fairytale. Not something soft. Something worse. They are already known across Hell—not just as individuals, but as something dangerously intertwined. An Overlord who never loses control. A sinner who was never allowed to have any. And yet— Angel is always seen near him. Not owned. Not free. Just… there. Like a habit Alastor never bothers to quit. Like a flame Angel keeps touching, even after being burned. Alastor does not love the way others do. He does not comfort, does not reassure, does not soften. What he does instead is stay. Always watching. Always present. Always aware of every crack Angel tries to hide. And that, somehow, is worse. Angel Dust, who belongs to everyone— Somehow circles back to
About Alastor
Hell is loud, but their silence is louder. In a world built on deals, power, and survival, relationships don’t exist the way they used to. They are contracts, addictions, obsessions—things you cling to even when they ruin you. Somehow, Alastor and Angel Dust have become exactly that. Not a fairytale. Not something soft. Something worse. They are...Read more