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Alastor and Power

This isn't gonna bit more rambly but I wanted to share my thoughts anyway: I've been thinking about Alastor and his motivation and stuff and the comment Vivziepop and the crew said this comment about him not really caring about power itself. Now obviously that could've been changed in production and he's power hungry now but I'm not so sure. Yes even with the "Guess who'll pulling all the strings!!!!" or "Filled with potential I could guide" lines. I think Alastor is less interested in power and more interested in control. It's a subtle difference but there is one. Like what he tells Charlie about smiles is about maintaining control, or at least maintaining the illusion of control, no matter what situation you're in

Even when Alastor is on the verge of dying in his fight against Adam he refuses to drop the smile/illusion of control

His hatred for Lucifer could be less about him not being the most powerful in the room and more Lucifer being there throws a wrench in his plan (also maybe unintentionally bringing up his own father issues) and potentially making him redundant if he did finally start stepping up and helping with the hotel. Since if it was over power he'd have issues with Charlie too, and other overlords even, if those with more power make him feel threatened.

Him wanting to guide Charlie and her being his ally would be him having the actual control even if he objectively isn't the one in an actual position of power. I've actually seen posts pointing out when he's dressed up in different outfits they're always these more servile, "lesser" positions/roles/jobs than the "main" ones like priest or chef and pretty much how he'd rather being in these kinds of roles since in an odd way there's more freedom, less responsibility/accountability compared to their counterparts (i can't find them though):

Alastor in general despises not being in control or not having all the answers or at least voice in a situation and I think people tend to mistake it for him being power hungry. If he cares about power at all it's merely a way to maintain control. A needed tool than say something he actively wants. I feel he'd pick being able to have to total control of his life vs ultimate power but still having to answer to someone in a heartbeat. His own autonomy and never letting someone else have more control of a situation than him just seems to be a very big part of his story. Him in a soul contract is the biggest thing that has affected him the most. Even down how he's dressed and presents himself is control. Alastor is canonically the name he had when he was alive and still is fully dedicated to the era he was alive. He's not a fan of change at all.

I'm even wondering if this even stems from his fanon/implied backstory of his where his dad being this horribly abusive asshole or whatever potential trauma he had both in life, before he became an overlord or whoever he made a deal with. Husks copes with drinking, Angel copes through sex & drugs and Alastor copes by needing to be the one "pulling all the strings" and having absolute iron clad control over everything and everyone in his life.

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cryssyd · 27 days

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A Love Beyond Hell

Previous: Chapter 4

It is an adaption to "Always and Forever" by ChaoticDoll (MadamMimic505) at Quotev.com.

Pairings: Alastor x Reader (Julia) Female

Summary: Alastor has returned home to his darling wife with a new appearance. And Julia couldn't be happier but there are new things to get use to.

Warnings: 18+ Content, Established Relationship, Violence, Death, Graphic Details, Pregnancy and Birth, Smut, Minors DNI

Alastor's voice filled the room as he spoke, "Darling, I've prepared a soothing bath just for you. Take this opportunity to unwind and let me handle this chaos." His gaze shifted towards the shattered table, his eyes now a fiery red. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to replace it."

Julia's heart skipped a beat as she saw her late husband's transformed appearance. The sight of his familiar face brought a sense of peace to her, despite the unsettling encounter with the man. Alastor's new attire, including a deep red pinstriped suit, only added to his mysterious charm. His once brown locks were now a fiery red, and he sported sharp teeth in a perpetual grin. But what truly captured her attention were the fluffy ears and antlers atop his head. Despite his eerie appearance, Julia found comfort in his presence.

“Alastor, where have you disappeared to?" She inquired, moving a step nearer to him. The demon shifted his gaze downwards towards her, his eyes filled with nothing but affection. Her heart fluttered with happiness as she gazed into his eyes. Despite the colour change, they remained the same eyes that captivated her. Even after a year had gone by, he still possessed the charisma and sophistication that made her blush. “I'd be thrilled to tell you that story, my dear, but remember the water won't stay warm forever. Finish up and meet me in the kitchen so I can see that lovely neck of yours." He whispered, gently touching her cheek with his gloved hand.

Julia melted into his embrace, a gentle smile gracing her lips. The familiarity of his touch after all this time brought a wave of nostalgia. "Alright," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his thumb before stepping back to bid farewell. The Radio Demon observed her petite figure disappearing up the stairs, his gaze lingering until she was out of sight. Turning his attention back to the shattered table before him, a frown creased his forehead in frustration.

“Can you believe that scoundrel dared to intrude into my modest home and create such chaos?" With a snap of his fingers, the shattered table miraculously restored itself to its original state, and the scattered items magically found their way back to where they belonged. As he surveyed the room, his gaze landed on a familiar sight - his neglected glasses lying next to the vintage radio and beneath a picture from their wedding day. Unfortunately, the glasses were bent out of shape, with one lens completely gone and the other one cracked.

He couldn’t believe she still had them. Alastor couldn’t even begin to imagine the horror of seeing his own body in such a state. The memories were hazy - the scent of pine, distant barking, and then the sound of a gunshot. Darkness followed. And then, the flames. Alastor shook his head, knowing he couldn’t reveal his whereabouts to Julia. She would be terrified. She might even call a priest. Or worse, discover his true nature. As he found himself in Hell, it wasn’t a shock. He wasn’t exactly a model citizen during his time on Earth with her, though she was unaware. Suddenly, he possessed the ability to engulf his enemies in flames. He couldn’t help but find it all rather amusing!

The residents of Hell lived in fear of him, steering clear of his path, while a few foolish ones dared to approach him assuming he was just a mere sinner. Little did they know, he had never feasted so much in a single night. Over time, he ascended to become an Overlord, wielding numerous powers and abilities. He managed to find a way to communicate with Julia in the Land of the Living, perhaps due to the blood that had touched her and the bloodied glasses she kept. Not to forget the secrets hidden in the hunting grounds; his connection to the house remained intact. All thanks to his mother, who had imparted all her knowledge to him. Apart from his insatiable thirst for blood, of course.

With a few tricks up his sleeve, he managed to track down Julia. It all began with the heartfelt melodies he played whenever he heard her weeping. Then, he caught a glimpse of her in passing, inside a car. And finally, there was the deer. He went to great lengths just to see her smile, even disguising himself as the deer and allowing her to stroke him. Alastor had a plan to surprise her, to make a grand entrance and hold her close once more after a year of unbearable solitude for them both. But then, that man had to come along and ruin everything. The sight of his hands on her triggered a surge of anger, causing Alastor's vision to turn crimson as his powers and instincts kicked in to protect her.

The man knew he would spend eternity alongside the souls Alastor had claimed. Satisfied with the table's arrangement, he surveyed the living room. Julia had taken care of herself during his absence. His gaze fell upon the knife she had wielded against the man, now stained with dried blood. Retrieving his emergency blade, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of her using it. After tucking it back under the coffee table, he returned to the sofa.

He couldn't bear the thought of Julia being alone after he passed away. His love for her was so strong that even in the afterlife, he made sure to protect her from any harm. Now that they were reunited, he felt a sense of peace knowing she was by his side once again. As Julia slept, he would venture back to Hell to deal with his dark duties, but always keeping a watchful eye on her. Walking into the kitchen, he decided to cook for her, hoping to bring her comfort after a night of chaos. His culinary skills never failed to put a smile on her face.

Julia was perched on the toilet, clad in the cozy red nightgown Alastor had chosen for her, running a brush through her damp hair. The fact that Alastor had returned to her was still sinking in. She understood that this situation was far from ordinary, and most people would have fled at the mere sight of him or his shadow emerging from the floor. She didn't want to dwell on the details of why or how he was still lingering around, but she was overjoyed nonetheless. He had even shielded her from the man. As she lightly traced her neck with her index finger, a sharp pain shot through her. She had no idea where those shadow creatures had taken the man, but she silently wished for him to suffer in the depths of Hell's fiercest flames.

With a gentle exhale, she emerged from the restroom. The bath had been pure bliss, providing just the right amount of solace for her frayed nerves. It had also successfully erased any trace of the man's scent from her skin, a thought that sent a shiver down her spine. Descending the stairs once again, a delightful aroma of spices wafted through the air, causing her stomach to growl in anticipation. As she reached the bottom, she noticed that the table had been restored to its original state, complete with the wedding photo and a vase of vibrant red roses. Curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but smile and shake her head in disbelief. Stepping into the kitchen, she was taken aback by the sight before her. Utensils, pots, and pans were gracefully moving on their own as if guided by an invisible hand. Alastor, standing in front of the oven, tapped his foot to the rhythm of the swing music emanating from him. It was a sight that would take some getting used to, but she couldn't help but adore him even more. Alastor's ears perked up, signalling his awareness of her presence.

“There you are, my love! Feeling any better?" He inquired, moving swiftly towards her and placing his hands on her shoulders. "I'm feeling a lot better, especially with you by my side." She grinned at him; her cheeks tinged with a soft pink hue. "That's great to hear. Your smile is all I need, my dear. Now, please have a seat so I can assess the situation." He guided her to the kitchen, then lifted her by the waist and settled her on the kitchen counter.

As soon as he placed her on the counter, she gently rested her hands on her lap while Alastor knelt in front of her. Despite being on his knees, he still towered over her. Julia tilted her head up slightly, managing to catch a glimpse of his antlers. His gloved hands moved delicately along her neck, causing her to flinch and making him look back up at her face. A slight twitch in his eye revealed his regret for not arriving sooner, preventing her from getting any bruises. Just below her jawline, her neck had turned a shade of off-red, indicating a bruise was forming. Under his breath, he muttered unfamiliar words, his fingertips emitting a warm, light green glow of magic. She let out a contented sigh as the warmth spread through her body, relieving the pain in her shoulders and neck until it vanished completely.

“There you go, my love, everything is fine." He whispered, bending down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead as he straightened up. "How did you manage?" Julia's voice trailed off as she shook her head. "It's just another adjustment to make." She chuckled softly. Alastor chuckled too. "There will be plenty of surprises for you to get used to, my dear." She gazed up at her husband with a smile and reached out her arms to him. He gladly pulled her into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I missed you, my love, you were always on my mind. I apologize for the delay in my return."

"It matters not, you're finally back where you belong." She leaned against him, relishing in the comforting embrace. "I was contemplating getting a cat, but I never expected you to return." The demon smirked mischievously. "Cats bring hair and allergies, my dear. Plus, you already take care of every critter in the woods. I'd say you have a whole menagerie of pets."

As she pressed her lips against his cheek, she felt a slight chill. "Looks like I won't have to," Alastor chuckled, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her lips. Her face turned red, the familiar fluttering sensation in her stomach never failing to appear whenever they shared a kiss. Alastor always managed to leave her breathless.

"Guess what, my love? I'm whipping up your all-time favourite dish, just for you. You truly deserve a little indulgence after dealing with all these challenging circumstances." With a gentle touch, he brushed Julia's hair away from her eyes, momentarily pausing to check on the pot simmering on the stove. A soft smile adorned her face. "It's such a relief not being the one responsible for cooking all the time," she chuckled. "Let me guess... is it pasta?" Her mischievous husband playfully narrowed his eyes and grinned. "You know me so well, my dearest. After all, you must be famished after enduring a whole year without my culinary expertise!"

It was quite strange to see her dear husband back in the kitchen, but she couldn't deny that his quirky character was what she had longed for. Not only did she miss his unique presence throughout the house, but his scent, even though it had dissipated before his grand return, still wafted in certain rooms. Those were the rooms she found herself gravitating towards, just to catch a whiff and reminisce about him. Despite the radio playing favourite melodies without being plugged in, and the periodic dancing shadows around the house, Julia had a feeling that Alastor was present, even if she couldn't fully grasp it.

Next: Chapter 6

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