why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?
HELP? ALASTOR SNARLED AT THE WORD. HE DIDN’T NEED IT, and he certainly didn’t want it. Even as the blood blossomed through his already crimson coat, and a clawed hand grasped at it desperately, he denied it. His sharp canines were bared at his colleague with ears pinned back against his head. The feared radio demon is reduced to prey. He laughed ruefully. Alastor swore to never be that again, yet Hell decided that would be one of his punishments. A little deer— a fawn served on a platter. Well, this little fawn had claws and teeth.
BUT WHY? WHY WAS THAT SO HARD TO BELIEVE? IT was simple, really. He saw, he knew, and felt what life offered. It didn’t change in the afterlife. Concede this one time. @arachnaemboss was different, he knew, and that would be why Alastor lowered his hand from his chest. Crimson eyes were cast downward, Easy. See? You’re not being hunted and let out a shaky breath, “ There isn’t much you can do, my enigmatic friend. ”
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