I finished writing the next chapter of my soulmate-esque Executioner AU, I hope you enjoy! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و✩°｡⋆✨📻🍎
An excerpt...
The ashen skin of Alastor's hands crumbles at the edges, golden cracks flowing from his fingertips to his elbows in complex, intertwining rivulets of amber. His hands and forearms resemble glass impacted by a thrown stone but not quite yet broken into pieces, a snapshot of utmost fragility in the moment before complete and utter destruction. He cannot move, both of out of sheer pain, yes, but also an inexcusable fear that he will shatter. A new golden web of his own making has ensnared Alastor's frame, binding him to a facsimile of Lucifer's immobility, so wholly in pain and without power that he wants to laugh at how completely his plans have gone awry. Instead, a tear leaves his right eye, briefly descending before the glass of his monocle catches it, preserving the droplet for both of them to see—the traitor. His breath hitches. "Oh, fuck." Lucifer is suddenly positioned right in front of him. He takes one look at Alastor's hands and turns his gaze back to the Sinner, one eyebrow raised. A question. Yes, you can touch. Alastor pushes through their bond. He is unable to move his lips and tongue. Fix them, already.