➤Iɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ: A Dᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Aғᴛᴇʀʟɪғᴇ. ──────⊱°◈°⊰──────

you are alastor's wife

The butcher's grip tightened around your throat, restricting your screams when a chilling presence descended upon the room. Alastor, once confined in stature, began to elongate, his limbs stretching like shadows in a nightmare.

"You know... I really hate those who can't show a little more respect for those of fairer means."

He sneered, his expression twisting with glee. His eyes, now pools of abyssal black, bore into your souls.

"It's rather distasteful, like bad meat."

He lunged. You watched in disbelief as the Alastor tore the butcher apart, ripping him limb from limb with effortless strength. The butcher screamed in agony, his body being obliterated quickly. And then... silence.