𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑; 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍, 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓!

uh it's been a bit, hasn't it? 😅

Alastor hummed a tune to himself, dragging a dead body through a forest, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He'll come back with a bucket of water and clean it up, it's still fresh anyway, and Alastor never leaves evidence.

A rustling in the bushes caught his attention, making him stop dead in his tracks. Another slight jostle of the bush and Alastor's grin widened, dropping the arm he was dragging and grabbing his knife. His meal might be bigger than he initially thought.

That was, until he collapsed. His vision was fuzzy, the ringing in his ears so loud it hurt, and he was fairly sure his smile slipped from his face. Why did his forehead hurt so much? There was liquid running down his face. What was making his skull feel like it was splitting open?

This is when Alastor realized that the metallic irony smell of blood wasn't just from the corpse next to him, but it was from him as well. His own blood trickled down his face and onto the grass below him, his glasses long gone.

A man approached him, his lips were moving as if he was talking, but Alastor couldn't hear his muffled voice over the high pitched ringing echoing in his ears. He seemed to be laughing?

The man whistled and snapped his fingers twice, alerting his three malicious hounds. "Boys!" The stranger called, "Dinner's ready!"
(his voice is marthas husband in helluva boss episode one, y'know the one martha calls ralphie? yeah, that's what this guy sounds like.)

"It's no deer, but it'll do!" He shouted with a sinister glint in his eyes.

Alastor watched with baited breath as three not so nice looking dogs surrounded him, but he felt as if he couldn't move, much less outrun these beasts. He never did like dogs.

For a moment, Alastor wondered why they would choose to eat him. There wasn't much meat on his bones, no matter how hard he tried to gain weight. It'd be much more efficient for the animals who were currently salivating just looking at him to eat their owner instead, he seemed like a far better meal than Alastor ever could be.

Despite that, the hungry hounds saw him as prey, and once given the command, they gave into their instincts. Chomping down on Alastor's arm, sinking it's teeth into Alastor's thigh, clasping it's jaw onto Alastor's rib cage.

But Alastor's smile didn't leave. No matter the pain, no matter the urge to let out a scream, no matter the instinct to fight back and yell, he stayed quiet. Well, tried to, at least.

Despite all that was Alastor, and despite being a cannibalistic murderer, the bloodcurdling scream of pain that echoed through that forest that night will forever haunt the minds of the surrounding townsfolk.

Alastor wasn't sure what exactly he expecting after that experience, but it definitely wasn't waking up to... what ever kind of personal hell he ended up in to have antlers protruding from his skull, a tail that he will most definitely be hiding, and deer ears.

That is, after the pain of growing two forked appendages out of his skull and the transport of his soul being consumed by eternal flame disappeared.

This is when Alastor realized something.

He wasn't wearing his glasses.

But he could see.

The recently deceased frog-blinked, processing this information, before full on shouting, "HOLY FUCK I CAN SEE!!"

That earned him a few side eyes and odd glances, but he didn't care, he could see!

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600 words.

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