Alastor

Story

Not much is known about Alastor’s past, but small fragments that torment the giant imperial whenever the voices quiet long enough for him to rest. What he remembers from his younger years, glares at him.

Alastor is not his true name, though he doesn’t remember if he was ever given one. He was outcast young. You see, where he was from, your pureness depended on the light colors of your feathers/scales/etc, the light colors of the glistening underbellies of his parents.

He can’t remember how many siblings he had, but he remembered clear as day the look of horror on his mother’s face, the look of anger on his fathers. Alastor was the only one out of the bunch that hatched with...a blood red belly. He remembered innocently listening to his parents conversation. Though over the years, it became scattered. Except for the words his father said;

“He’s a sinner. He doesn’t belong here. I’d kill him myself if he wasn’t my son.”

With that, he remembered how he father roughly gripped him up, taking to the air. He’s not sure how long or how far... but he remembered being dropped somewhere.

Now, Alastor can’t quite remember anything else passed that point. He vaguely remembers a dark shadow taking over as his parent, teaching him that those who have abandoned him are the sinners, that he was the chosen one to cleanse the world and bring peace. That’s when the voices started. The ones that no longer leave him be, the ones that whisper constantly. The ones that lead him to his sword.

“Over the years, my scales and fur have become stained as a reminder that I am the executioner. I rid the world of sin. My name is well-known.”

Now that he’s older, Alastor is well aware of those afraid of him. Afraid to be next. The clan that has taken him in, hide away in fear. Though.. there’s one; not of his clan, that has shown no fear, but affection. A small Skydancer by the name of Helios. Alastor has claimed this dragon as his closest and only friend, making often trips to go and see this skydancer. Helios brings out the gentle side of Alastor and praises him for his work. The imperial does the same and could listen for hours to his friends chattering, a soft gentle glow in his red eyes.

“Helios means a lot to me. I’m forever grateful to him. He is supportive and always there. Not like the others... who run from me.”

Only Helios knows of the sweet, gentle, caring Imperial that Alastor keeps hidden from those outside.

Alastor pretends to ignore those around him. He doesn't care for gossip much and doesn't care to listen to his clan talk about him behind his back. He knows the things they tell Helios and he knows how fearful they are for him. Afraid Helios would be his next victim, but he would never hurt his friend. He would go against his 'Gods' to keep his dear friend safe.

"Why are you not afraid? You could die. He is as unpredictable as a blazing fire! You can almost see the trail of gasoline he leaves in his wake before it bursts into flames!!"

Helios response never changes and it surprises Alastor every time he hears it.
"I like the smell of gasoline. I've always like to play with fire."

Alastor has asked Helios this himself.
"Why does Pups stay? He has heard the things they say about Alastor. Yet, you choose to stay? I am fire, Am i not?"

And again his friend replied, flying up and settling himself in between the many horns and antlers his giant Imperial friend grew.

"I've always like to play with fire."

“Mayday, mayday
The ship is slowly sinking
They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling

They're all around me circling like vultures
They wanna break me and wash away my colors
Wash away my colors.

I cannot stop this sickness taking over
It takes control and drags me into nowhere
I need your help, I can't fight this forever
I know you're watching, I can feel you out there.”