When Alastor finally opened up and told you about who truly owned his soul, you couldn’t help but feel somewhat bad for him. Yes, he was a sarcastic, bitchy, shit stirrer, but he still hurt too

After the extermination battle you felt worried after not seeing Alastor anywhere with the others. Was he hurt? Was he dead? Your mind started to wander until you spotted the odd glows emitting from his tower

Of course you went up there and found him breaking down. Him. The sophisticated, uptight, put together radio demon having a breakdown. You couldn’t just leave him

Now he sat silently on his desk, his eyes tired and his ears laying flat against his head in a tired and pained manor, he gaze across the room on his broken staff in the corner. Even with the pain shining through his eyes, his mouth was strung up in his wide toothy grin

He didn’t bother looking up at you, even though you helped silently cut the strings sewing his mouth up into a tight smile, bounded by his contract. Did it hurt him cutting them? You didn’t know since he showed no emotion. Did you still feel bad? Yes