Drain his Soul
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“Don’t tell me to smile,” Angel lifted his chin and made their height difference obvious. “That shit might have worked back in the days when being a man gave you a say in other people, but welcome to the present, Al. I don’t give a shit about what you want.”
Oh…
That was new.
Alastor was used to his mere presence unleashing natural survival instincts in other demons. Usually, they would run away without letting him finish a single sentence. People like Husk, who had lost interest in surviving, were the only ones who had the energy, or lack of that, to face him.
Alastor would never have associated that with Angel Dust.
Loud, unusual, and cheeky? Absolutely. He had easily associated Angel with happiness.
Now, that was a challenge
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- Part 1 of Drain his Soul