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Alastor was a new demon from hell who always had a smile on his face, not once since his rebirth had a frown ever graced his handsome features and in the beginning many demons had tried to get closer to him for either protection or for carnal desires.
He hated it.
One day, he met a young woman with Rabbit like ears dressed in a long brown skirt, pale long sleeves with a single bleeding heart above the right breast and low cut heels.
Her eyes were bright with a look of innocence despite having woken up in the aftermath of an extermination. Taking in the look of death and destruction around them, the silver haired girl looked up to the man dressed in red in confusion.
”You look confused my dear,” Alastor greeted with a smile, his vocal cords long used to its changes. “You look new here, and honestly you probably look like you won’t last long.”
Another show, another mask.
He held a clawed hand to her, “The names Alastor! What’s yours?”
Alastor waited as a ray of emotion flickered through her eyes as she stared up at him, for some reason those dark eyes…
He can’t understand why he feels so bare.
A much smaller hand gripped onto his own, and the girl smiled, “Thank you, it’s nice to meet you-“
He wanted to rip her eyes out so badly.
“My names Rem!”