ALASTOR🤍

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He might have recognised her, if he cared enough. Y/N's voice hadn't changed. The way Y/N walked hadn't changed.

But Alastor had been down in Hell for a long time, faces becoming more blurry as years turned into decades.

''...You're in my way...'' The static in his voice lingered between words. Y/N was standing in front of the butchers, blocking the way inside. Alastor wasn't the type to push a lady aside, however, he wasn't known for his patience either...

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