(DAWG THIS IS SO CRINGE BUT THE NEW SEASON BROUGHT BACK THIS HYPERFIXATION!!!)

Alastor felt the shame bubble up in his chest as he retreated away from Adam, sinking into his shadow and running with his tail between his legs. He thought he could’ve handled the archangel. Alastor fought worse and won, but here? He truly almost saw death. Real death. The kind where it’s just darkness that meets you.

Alastor brought a shaky hand up to gingerly touch the wound on his chest, a quite hiss of pain escaping through his teeth. Even with his constant smile on his face, his eyes gave away the intense amount of pain he was going through. The radio demons eyes shifted over to where his staff laid, broken in half. The sight made Alastor want to storm over to Rosie and demand for it to be fixed. But no. He couldn’t do that. Not now. Even if he did, Alastor knew Rosie wouldnt take any of it and put him in his place immediately.

Alastor slumped against his desk, sitting on the floor as he felt truly utterly defeated for once in his goddamn life. Lost. Weak.

Pathetic.