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ellitx · 2 months
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Yandere Alastor Concepts 2
imma put more yan alastor concepts (aka a mini-series entitled between the devil and the deep blue sea) here while i finish writing the first part
concept 1 | concept 2
Alastor has this uniqueness in him that makes him convincing. Maybe his experience as a radio host is what makes him compelling, not to mention you’ve worked with him for years. But despite knowing and being aware of this, you hate that you still fall for it.
Foolish isn’t it that you’ve been manipulated multiple times, controlled like a puppet, and giving that demon his satisfaction in ruining your pretty little head.
He starts slow. Casually dancing his way through your room without permission, acting as if you’ve been best friends who question how was your stay in the hotel. Redemption is nothing but a false hope for sinners to reach heaven. He’d mused on your failure in getting better and he’s entertained by it much to your annoyance. Alastor pours you with doubts, questioning your decisions and actions.
He’s nothing but a mosquito who keeps buzzing in your ear. You wanted to challenge him, tell him that it’s not impossible to be redeemed. But who are you to talk like that to an overlord?
He says it in confidence, you almost believe him.
Alastor takes your hand in his and pulls you to him until you are caged in his arms. You push him away but he keeps you still, slithering his arms over your waist and grinning when your disgusted visage appears.
His touches are light yet intimidating, the way he leans forward and cups your face in his hand is sickening but pleasant and warm. You want to punch him so badly, kick him, scratch his eyes out, whatever you can do to make him stop before you get too close to your limits.
But even when you felt like dying from humiliation and hatred, you never once said anything back to him.
He would always make it clear to your head: redemption is impossible.
His finger runs over your neck and traces the mole, carefully and slowly tracking your heavy breath and gulps onto his tips, and deliberately all his fingers are on your neck. Tight but lax. Firm yet tolerant.
The soft breaths escaping your mouth tickle his skin making him chuckle softly into your ears.
“Well, enjoy your stay here. It was nice you returned to me."
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