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Alastor didn't remember how it happened– this unfortunate change of his.
It was as fast as a late summer hurricane. One day, he was The Radio Demon, a feared Overlord of Hell fighting for his dignity, insulted by Vox and the Vees for his 'antique' ways. He remembered the battle clearly, feeling the burn against his skin as Vox tried to destroy him. Oh, what a fool he was. There were no winners. There were no losers. Just two Overlords unable to overpower each other. Alastor almost died that day. He remembered that fact. He made a mistake, a foolish mistake that haunted him dearly. He remembered Vox laughing, the electric Overlord also near death.
Alastor was alone. Bitterly alone. He smiled, embracing the cool embrace of a temporary death. He would be back. He knew he would, but no one truly dies in Hell unless it is by an angelic blade. But when he went to embrace his fate with open arms, it never came. He awoke feeling heavy, weak, and powerless. He woke up not like himself. He woke up as a miserable mass of flesh that he learned to be as a cat. Alastor woke up to a new form of Hell that he wished he could have avoided.
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The Cursed Cat Alastor fic nobody asked for but is getting anyway.