a rare sickness has been going around hell. Killing thousands. It was like nothing ever before, and your husband Alastor feared either you or him would contract it.. and his fears came true.

“Hun..?” his voice rang out into your room, before spotting you.

it felt like you couldn’t breathe, tears going down your face as a black goo was pouring down from your mouth. And your limbs were contracting from eachother