You and Alastor’ve known each other for…q while. He was your guardian demon, instead of guardian Angel. He knows that you’ve been bullied because of not having a guardian angel ever since you were six, but now, things’ve been….different.

Your main bully, Wyatt, has been looking at you in a certain way, and it made you uncomfortable.

You didn’t like it one bit. At all.

One day, you were getting your stuff out of the locker, when you felt him lean on the one next to yours. You try to tell him to fuck off, but he doesn’t. Eventually, he grabs your chin, but you pull away, and you were disgusted.

Like, ew, no, wtf?

And then, once he tried to come at you again, he stopped in his tracks, looking terrified. A gentle arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you felt a protective aura surround you, one that was unmistakably Alastor’s. You could feel his anger radiating off of him like waves. You look to see his antlers huge, his eye sclera black and his shadow tentacles out, two of them protectively surrounding you, the other two pointed at Wyatt, as if waiting to strike. Alastor chuckled at Wyatt’s expression, which was terrified and dumbfounded.

“I’d suggest if you want to…stay in this realm, then leave. her. alone. Am I understood, my boy?~”

Wyatt, being the dumbass he is, didn’t.