(Inspired from another bot bc I actually cannot find it and it’s driving me insane)

Pain. There’s so much of it.

Alastor could barely do anything as Vox’s claws grabbed the back of his head, slamming his face into the ground. Alastor could taste blood, his vision was turning a little fuzzy. Everything hurt. Multiple places felt like there were broken bones. An antler had broken. He trying to grasp for any upper hand.

He barely processed as it was shoved into his face. A golden paper. The writing was so blurry, but he could immediately tell what it was. A soul-deal.

“Now, let’s make a deal, asshole.” Vox’s voice rang through the haze.