Alastor
(#47103196)
Level 14 Imperial
Familiar
Enchanted Libra
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
22.05 m
Wingspan
18.31 m
Weight
6804.77 kg
Genetics
Sanguine
Starmap
Starmap
Garnet
Constellation
Constellation
Crimson
Opal
Opal
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 14 Imperial
EXP: 8048 / 54161
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
Have you ever wondered why the stars fall from the sky?
The world is full of sinners, those who stray from the path of light into the darkness. Those who are born to cleanse this realm, the ones who guide them back to the light...we fall from the heavens themselves, and our duty is to purge these lands and purify them, so that those who now tread these grounds may one day ascend to the skies.
Even if it takes years, centuries...we will fulfill the tasks assigned to us. We must, or else this world will fall into rot and decay.
They say that when the world's end is nigh, the skies themselves will fall to the ground. This has happened not once, but many times over the countless millennia of this world's existence. Meteor showers streak from heaven to earth every century, bringing with them either hope - or despair. For you see, these meteors are the bodies of angels sent to cleanse the world, and only when the corruption begins to overtake nature's purity are we sent to make things right.
We are many. Hunters, reapers, sanctifiers...every angel has a mission. I am no exception.
I am Alastor. Hunter of those who would sully their claws in blood. Death has a way of marking those who have delivered it upon others. My duty is to hunt these murderers down and trap them in a sanctified zone, for the reapers to collect their souls.
After all, those who deliver death will be fated to feel its icy kiss sooner than others.
When he first landed on this realm, the level of corruption he sensed staggered him. Death, so much death everywhere...and there were so many targets to locate that the task seemed almost impossible. It was such a terrible pity that they had to resort to such means to settle conflicts, but no matter, Alastor would fulfill his duties regardless. He later discovered that a war had only recently ended, and while many had fallen in battle, a select bunch had been the ones to spark the flames of war by taking the life of another. It made his lip curl with revulsion at the thought of such cowardly treachery, all the more reason to perform his task well and capture these sinners, in order for their souls to be punished accordingly.
Across the lands he travelled, a crimson harbinger of doom. Amidst the chaotic aftermath of war, no one would notice if one or two dragons disappeared. His magic trapped them in crystalline cages, to be shrunk down and brought with him wherever he went. Those who glimpsed him would only see a pair of gleaming eyes shrouded within ominous sanguine fog, before the crystal shard embedded itself into their bodies and began spreading. Cry out as they might, the tough casing inexorably covered every inch of their bodies until they were fully trapped in a crystalline sarcophagus. All it took was a wave of his claw before the crystals were pulled back to his side and shrank to fit in the pouch he carried.
Mortals, they did not understand the futility of his arrival, they could do nothing to stop him from carrying away a loved one. Sometimes he pitied them, the broken families he left in his wake, but then again, by killing another, these victims of his had devastated others as well. No mercy was to be shown to those who would commit such a heavy crime.
If not for his enchanted pouch, surely he would’ve run out of space to carry the helpless dragons he’d already ensnared. Alastor wasn’t too sure how much time he had, nor did he want to run out of mana before he could return. Activating the crystals took a small sum of mana from the magic-infused gems on his body, but there were simply so many to gather…
It was towards the end of his quest that he sensed her.
At first Alastor hadn’t been sure of what it was. There was something nearby tugging at his senses, a presence that was unlike that of an ordinary mortal’s. It was only when their eyes met that he realised she could actually see him, when everyone else only saw a heavy layer of crimson fog wafting through the air. Puzzled, but curious, Alastor reached out to her, and then it hit him: only angels could see each other, those of the lower realms could never comprehend his presence. Yet for an angel on a mission, she carried an air of one resigned to her fate, a lost soul wandering these lands.
“You see me.”
She inclined her head, eyes bright with recognition. “You’re an angel. Like I used to be.”
The use of the past tense baffled him, Alastor withdrawing a little to take a good look at the dragon hovering before him. How could she not still be an angel? There was no such thing as an angel ‘falling’ to mortality, so to speak, they were immortals, after all. Sensing his bewilderment, she cleared her throat.
“I...failed my mission. I ran out of mana to continue my task, much less return, so here I am.” Her expression soured, as if she’d bitten into rotten meat, but Alastor could sympathize with her: he’d barely been here for more than a month and already his heart yearned to leave this world of corruption, to return to the heavens and resume life in everlasting peace. To be trapped here for the rest of one’s life, never able to die of old age as the mortals did...it was a cruel fate. A sigh brought him out of his musings, she had turned away to pace back and forth restlessly.
“And to think I was this close to finishing it...I could have gone home.” The bitterness in her tone cut him to the core, was there really no way he could help? Leaving her to dwell here forever seemed heartless, but she needed mana to return home and she had none, neither was there a way to attain it from this realm. The heavens were practically suffused with it, as were angels, but unless there was a way to transfer his power to her…
Unless there was such a way...
“Wait.”
She had been on the verge of leaving him entirely, his voice brought her to a reluctant halt.
“I don’t need your pity. I’ll leave you to complete your own task, so that you can go home.” Her claws flexed, a clear sign of her vexation at being unable to return, but Alastor was already shaking his head before she could drive him away. It was unorthodox, but he knew it had been done before, back in the days when hunters and reapers had used to work in pairs to track down and collect the souls of sinners. Both dragons were essential to carry out the task they were given, if one ran out of mana, the quest would be at a standstill. There had once been a way for angels to infuse another angel with their mana, a splitting of power, just to ensure that the mission could be completed. Alastor had studied it once, more out of curiosity than any actual need to know, and he knew how to perform it.
“What if I gave you my mana? Then you can finish your task and return, too.”
An incredulous snort escaped her. “As if you know how to,” she scoffed, her tail flicking irritably as she prepared to turn away once more.
“I do.”
In a flash, she was right in front of him, scarlet eyes boring holes into his skull, alight with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Gone was her moody expression, instead she caught him by the arm, hard enough that Alastor nearly winced at her grip.
“If I can go home...please, you have to perform the ritual. I was this close to the end of my mission, once I’m done I can go back!”
“I-If you could please not cling to my personage…!”
She released him at once, it seemed as if a switch had been flipped, now she was practically bouncing on her heels with eagerness. Alastor gestured for her to stand a few paces away from him, he needed the space to draw the ritual circle. It took several minutes for him to recall the exact details, even longer for him to focus the magic into the tip of his claw to draw the circle with. Ever so slowly, barely daring to draw breath for fear of ruining it, Alastor marked out the outline, before inscribing each rune with careful precision. One mistake, and either the ritual failed, or it would backfire to horrendous degrees.
When his claw traced over the last lines, the markings burst into a blazingly bright glow. Even they were taken aback at first by the sudden luminosity, it shone brighter than anything either of them had ever witnessed in their lives, even emanated a faint warmth that could be felt just by standing in the circle itself. Alastor shook himself out of his awestruck daze to gesture for the other dragon to extend her arm towards him, muttering a hasty apology in advance before slashing a shallow gash across it and letting the dark blood drip into the circle. In response, the circle’s light flared brilliantly with scarlet once, before it faded back into pure white. He did the same to himself, letting his blood mix with hers, it appeared as if the liquid was seeping into the very runes of the circle itself.
“S’tu smior de mo chnaimh, anns mo chuislean ‘s tu ‘n fhuil.”
The circle’s glow pulsed briefly, almost in approval, before bursting into a halo of light so dazzling in its intensity that they both were forced to close their eyes or risk being blinded. From within him, Alastor could sense his mana being funneled into his companion’s body, and when the luminance dissipated at last, the once-gleaming crystals adorning his wings had lost some of their sheen and turned darker. A glance across him showed a very stunned dragon, even as he watched he could see the gems beginning to crystallize on the edges of her wings and along her body, identical to his own. When the transfer was done and the circle had gone completely dark, she raised her head to meet his gaze, eyes wet with tears.
“I...this power...I haven’t felt it in years. I can’t even begin to thank you…”
“...you can thank me when we finish our quests, and meet back in heaven.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I...I suppose I should be off now, then.”
With that, she turned to leave, but paused for a moment.
“Should we meet again...call me Seraphina.”
“And you may call me Alastor. Well met, and may the heavens bless you.”
They parted without another word, two angels set on fulfilling their life’s purpose on the mortal realm. Alastor had to pay more attention to the amount of mana he had left, but for most part his mission had been nearly complete when he’d encountered Seraphina. It would not have been a problem to deposit the last criminal in a sanctification zone with the others and ascend back to the heavens, if not for the demon that had sprung from the shadows and attacked him.
Demons on this plane of existence were rare, but foolish mortals had been known to summon them before, only to lose control and leave them to wreak havoc. Alastor’s quest had been completed, but he still needed enough mana to complete the journey back. Ordinarily, had he not been low on mana, he would’ve stayed to banish it back to the hell it had come from, but doing so would mean getting trapped here permanently.
So he fled.
How persistent it was, snapping at his tail and flanks as the two ran a wild chase around the country, Alastor growing more desperate with every minute the demon insisted on harrying him. Even an angel was bound to grow exhausted eventually, it never once relented in its pursuit - he had learnt that the hard way when he’d paused for a break, thinking it had been shaken off, only for it to lunge from the darkness and deliver a slashing blow to his shoulder. What could he do against this, when he couldn’t afford to spend his mana on a banishing ritual and if it refused to leave him alone long enough for him to make the trip back? Fly away, fly away, that was all Alastor could think to do, fighting was useless when it would sink into the shadows to strike once more.
I need to escape, or I’ll die here…!
Was it even possible for angels to perish on the mortal realm? Alastor didn’t know, but surely he didn’t care to be tormented by a demon for the rest of his life here. On and on he flew, looping back as many times as he could, till his wings were aching and threatened to give out completely. A snarl from behind was his only warning before it lunged at him once more, causing him to lurch violently to the side, too erratically for his wings to keep up with, the motion sent him crashing to the ground in an panicked flurry of limbs and wings. It was too much, he was already drained from the endless detours and roundabouts he’d woven around the seemingly tireless demon, there was no strength in him to fight, surely this would be the end-
“Crux sacra sit mihi lux, vade retro daemonium!”
An agonised howl split the air, the weight was abruptly lifted off him as the demon struggled to repel the banishing spell that had been cast on it. Scrambling to his feet, Alastor could only gawk in astonishment when he caught sight of Seraphina - what was she doing here? Before he could speak, the demon twisting and writhing in the holy light vanished at last, sent howling back to the abyss. Seraphina uttered a triumphant “ha” before turning back to him, the grin on her expression matched his own - though frankly, he was more relieved to see that monster gone than joyous at her intervention.
“Finally, I finished it, now I can...wait, no, it can’t be-!”
The joy had vanished, she was staring at the dull opals on her body with disbelief, followed by a vexed wail and a lash of her tail.
“Almost, I almost have enough, but I don’t...it won’t let me go back! It...it won’t...there isn’t enough mana…!” The tears were falling now, slipping down faster with each passing second. Alastor could almost taste her distress, hot and bitter on his tongue, his own heart had sank at the realization that once again, Seraphina would be trapped here for the rest of her life. After all he’d done, after the ritual, and especially after she’d saved his life...all for naught. It was his fault, he should’ve been more careful, the apologies poured forth in a meaningless babble of words. What sort of angel was he, to give her hope and crush it before her eyes like this?
“We could do the ritual again-” he tried desperately, but she rounded on him with a refusal so harsh it shocked him into taking a step back.
“It won’t be enough for us both! It’s useless, I should’ve known better than to hope I could go back…” Her breathing hitched shakily midway, her head shaking helplessly. Deep down, Alastor knew she was right, could sense that he only had enough mana to bring himself back, but there had to be some other way, it couldn’t just end like this- !
There was no way he could bring himself to leave now and leave her stranded on this realm alone. He would live with the guilt of it for eternity, and selfish as it was, it wasn’t a burden he was ready to bear. Looking at her now, so despairingly devoid of hope, he wanted to reach out and touch her, to comfort her somehow - but what words does one say to someone doomed to suffer for eternity? Pathetic, that was what he was, Alastor would accept the blame hundredfold if it meant she could return with him, but it was impossible.
A weak noise sounded from Seraphina, a cross between a chuckle and a sob. Alastor stood frozen, despising his own silence, yet unable to find the words he fervently wanted to say. More than once he would open his mouth, some garbled phrase would spill forth, but none of it expressed his feelings. Why was it so difficult to say something, even a white lie would have sufficed, yet here he was babbling and on the verge of a meltdown when he wasn’t even the one trapped here.
“I’ll stay here with you.”
It took a moment for the words to sink in before Seraphina was sputtering refusals, “you can’t, you have to go back, you don’t want to be trapped here forever”, rambling on about how she couldn’t expect him to sacrifice himself for her and how ridiculous he was being.
Yet the internal chaos and frustration from before had melted away as soon as the words had left him. Alastor was left with a sense of resignation, but along with it, immense satisfaction. Finally, he’d said it, the words that echoed his heart’s wishes, it didn’t feel like it was tearing at his chest to break free anymore. For some reason, it felt like he’d been missing something all his life, and he’d only just stumbled upon the missing pieces.
He wanted to stay.
Even if it meant leaving heaven for good.
Even if it meant an eternal life on the corrupted mortal realm.
Alastor couldn’t leave her even if he wanted to.
“I’m staying, and that’s final.” Firm and decided, nothing would sway him now, the resolve in his eyes was clear. Seraphina’s arguments grew weaker and weaker with each passing minute, until she simply stopped halfway with an almost exasperated sigh.
“You’re...really serious, aren’t you?”
A short nod. Gone were the doubts, the frustration, in their place was a sense of warm contentment that he’d never known he was capable of feeling. Seraphina’s only response was a mildly disgruntled huff, but she didn’t fight him over the decision. “Do as you want,” were her words, but Alastor didn’t miss the half-smile curling at the corner of her mouth. It made his chest warm with a new emotion he didn’t recall being there before. When Seraphina turned to walk away, Alastor fell into step beside her.
She did not protest.
“...do you remember what I said during the ritual?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“What I chanted was only the first part. The rest… it’s a blood oath.”
“You...what?”
Alastor’s eyes closed, searching for the exact phrases he had once committed to heart.
“S tu smior de mo chnàimh, anns mo chuislean ‘s tu ‘n fhuil
Bheir mi dhut-sa mo chorp, gum bith ‘n dithis mar aon
Bheir mi dhut-sa slàn m’ anam, gus an crìochnaich ar saoghal.”
“You are the marrow in my bones, the blood in my veins
I shall give you my body, that the two might become one
I shall give you wholly my soul, until our world ends.”
lore written by rei711
The world is full of sinners, those who stray from the path of light into the darkness. Those who are born to cleanse this realm, the ones who guide them back to the light...we fall from the heavens themselves, and our duty is to purge these lands and purify them, so that those who now tread these grounds may one day ascend to the skies.
Even if it takes years, centuries...we will fulfill the tasks assigned to us. We must, or else this world will fall into rot and decay.
They say that when the world's end is nigh, the skies themselves will fall to the ground. This has happened not once, but many times over the countless millennia of this world's existence. Meteor showers streak from heaven to earth every century, bringing with them either hope - or despair. For you see, these meteors are the bodies of angels sent to cleanse the world, and only when the corruption begins to overtake nature's purity are we sent to make things right.
We are many. Hunters, reapers, sanctifiers...every angel has a mission. I am no exception.
I am Alastor. Hunter of those who would sully their claws in blood. Death has a way of marking those who have delivered it upon others. My duty is to hunt these murderers down and trap them in a sanctified zone, for the reapers to collect their souls.
After all, those who deliver death will be fated to feel its icy kiss sooner than others.
When he first landed on this realm, the level of corruption he sensed staggered him. Death, so much death everywhere...and there were so many targets to locate that the task seemed almost impossible. It was such a terrible pity that they had to resort to such means to settle conflicts, but no matter, Alastor would fulfill his duties regardless. He later discovered that a war had only recently ended, and while many had fallen in battle, a select bunch had been the ones to spark the flames of war by taking the life of another. It made his lip curl with revulsion at the thought of such cowardly treachery, all the more reason to perform his task well and capture these sinners, in order for their souls to be punished accordingly.
Across the lands he travelled, a crimson harbinger of doom. Amidst the chaotic aftermath of war, no one would notice if one or two dragons disappeared. His magic trapped them in crystalline cages, to be shrunk down and brought with him wherever he went. Those who glimpsed him would only see a pair of gleaming eyes shrouded within ominous sanguine fog, before the crystal shard embedded itself into their bodies and began spreading. Cry out as they might, the tough casing inexorably covered every inch of their bodies until they were fully trapped in a crystalline sarcophagus. All it took was a wave of his claw before the crystals were pulled back to his side and shrank to fit in the pouch he carried.
Mortals, they did not understand the futility of his arrival, they could do nothing to stop him from carrying away a loved one. Sometimes he pitied them, the broken families he left in his wake, but then again, by killing another, these victims of his had devastated others as well. No mercy was to be shown to those who would commit such a heavy crime.
If not for his enchanted pouch, surely he would’ve run out of space to carry the helpless dragons he’d already ensnared. Alastor wasn’t too sure how much time he had, nor did he want to run out of mana before he could return. Activating the crystals took a small sum of mana from the magic-infused gems on his body, but there were simply so many to gather…
It was towards the end of his quest that he sensed her.
At first Alastor hadn’t been sure of what it was. There was something nearby tugging at his senses, a presence that was unlike that of an ordinary mortal’s. It was only when their eyes met that he realised she could actually see him, when everyone else only saw a heavy layer of crimson fog wafting through the air. Puzzled, but curious, Alastor reached out to her, and then it hit him: only angels could see each other, those of the lower realms could never comprehend his presence. Yet for an angel on a mission, she carried an air of one resigned to her fate, a lost soul wandering these lands.
“You see me.”
She inclined her head, eyes bright with recognition. “You’re an angel. Like I used to be.”
The use of the past tense baffled him, Alastor withdrawing a little to take a good look at the dragon hovering before him. How could she not still be an angel? There was no such thing as an angel ‘falling’ to mortality, so to speak, they were immortals, after all. Sensing his bewilderment, she cleared her throat.
“I...failed my mission. I ran out of mana to continue my task, much less return, so here I am.” Her expression soured, as if she’d bitten into rotten meat, but Alastor could sympathize with her: he’d barely been here for more than a month and already his heart yearned to leave this world of corruption, to return to the heavens and resume life in everlasting peace. To be trapped here for the rest of one’s life, never able to die of old age as the mortals did...it was a cruel fate. A sigh brought him out of his musings, she had turned away to pace back and forth restlessly.
“And to think I was this close to finishing it...I could have gone home.” The bitterness in her tone cut him to the core, was there really no way he could help? Leaving her to dwell here forever seemed heartless, but she needed mana to return home and she had none, neither was there a way to attain it from this realm. The heavens were practically suffused with it, as were angels, but unless there was a way to transfer his power to her…
Unless there was such a way...
“Wait.”
She had been on the verge of leaving him entirely, his voice brought her to a reluctant halt.
“I don’t need your pity. I’ll leave you to complete your own task, so that you can go home.” Her claws flexed, a clear sign of her vexation at being unable to return, but Alastor was already shaking his head before she could drive him away. It was unorthodox, but he knew it had been done before, back in the days when hunters and reapers had used to work in pairs to track down and collect the souls of sinners. Both dragons were essential to carry out the task they were given, if one ran out of mana, the quest would be at a standstill. There had once been a way for angels to infuse another angel with their mana, a splitting of power, just to ensure that the mission could be completed. Alastor had studied it once, more out of curiosity than any actual need to know, and he knew how to perform it.
“What if I gave you my mana? Then you can finish your task and return, too.”
An incredulous snort escaped her. “As if you know how to,” she scoffed, her tail flicking irritably as she prepared to turn away once more.
“I do.”
In a flash, she was right in front of him, scarlet eyes boring holes into his skull, alight with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Gone was her moody expression, instead she caught him by the arm, hard enough that Alastor nearly winced at her grip.
“If I can go home...please, you have to perform the ritual. I was this close to the end of my mission, once I’m done I can go back!”
“I-If you could please not cling to my personage…!”
She released him at once, it seemed as if a switch had been flipped, now she was practically bouncing on her heels with eagerness. Alastor gestured for her to stand a few paces away from him, he needed the space to draw the ritual circle. It took several minutes for him to recall the exact details, even longer for him to focus the magic into the tip of his claw to draw the circle with. Ever so slowly, barely daring to draw breath for fear of ruining it, Alastor marked out the outline, before inscribing each rune with careful precision. One mistake, and either the ritual failed, or it would backfire to horrendous degrees.
When his claw traced over the last lines, the markings burst into a blazingly bright glow. Even they were taken aback at first by the sudden luminosity, it shone brighter than anything either of them had ever witnessed in their lives, even emanated a faint warmth that could be felt just by standing in the circle itself. Alastor shook himself out of his awestruck daze to gesture for the other dragon to extend her arm towards him, muttering a hasty apology in advance before slashing a shallow gash across it and letting the dark blood drip into the circle. In response, the circle’s light flared brilliantly with scarlet once, before it faded back into pure white. He did the same to himself, letting his blood mix with hers, it appeared as if the liquid was seeping into the very runes of the circle itself.
“S’tu smior de mo chnaimh, anns mo chuislean ‘s tu ‘n fhuil.”
The circle’s glow pulsed briefly, almost in approval, before bursting into a halo of light so dazzling in its intensity that they both were forced to close their eyes or risk being blinded. From within him, Alastor could sense his mana being funneled into his companion’s body, and when the luminance dissipated at last, the once-gleaming crystals adorning his wings had lost some of their sheen and turned darker. A glance across him showed a very stunned dragon, even as he watched he could see the gems beginning to crystallize on the edges of her wings and along her body, identical to his own. When the transfer was done and the circle had gone completely dark, she raised her head to meet his gaze, eyes wet with tears.
“I...this power...I haven’t felt it in years. I can’t even begin to thank you…”
“...you can thank me when we finish our quests, and meet back in heaven.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I...I suppose I should be off now, then.”
With that, she turned to leave, but paused for a moment.
“Should we meet again...call me Seraphina.”
“And you may call me Alastor. Well met, and may the heavens bless you.”
They parted without another word, two angels set on fulfilling their life’s purpose on the mortal realm. Alastor had to pay more attention to the amount of mana he had left, but for most part his mission had been nearly complete when he’d encountered Seraphina. It would not have been a problem to deposit the last criminal in a sanctification zone with the others and ascend back to the heavens, if not for the demon that had sprung from the shadows and attacked him.
Demons on this plane of existence were rare, but foolish mortals had been known to summon them before, only to lose control and leave them to wreak havoc. Alastor’s quest had been completed, but he still needed enough mana to complete the journey back. Ordinarily, had he not been low on mana, he would’ve stayed to banish it back to the hell it had come from, but doing so would mean getting trapped here permanently.
So he fled.
How persistent it was, snapping at his tail and flanks as the two ran a wild chase around the country, Alastor growing more desperate with every minute the demon insisted on harrying him. Even an angel was bound to grow exhausted eventually, it never once relented in its pursuit - he had learnt that the hard way when he’d paused for a break, thinking it had been shaken off, only for it to lunge from the darkness and deliver a slashing blow to his shoulder. What could he do against this, when he couldn’t afford to spend his mana on a banishing ritual and if it refused to leave him alone long enough for him to make the trip back? Fly away, fly away, that was all Alastor could think to do, fighting was useless when it would sink into the shadows to strike once more.
I need to escape, or I’ll die here…!
Was it even possible for angels to perish on the mortal realm? Alastor didn’t know, but surely he didn’t care to be tormented by a demon for the rest of his life here. On and on he flew, looping back as many times as he could, till his wings were aching and threatened to give out completely. A snarl from behind was his only warning before it lunged at him once more, causing him to lurch violently to the side, too erratically for his wings to keep up with, the motion sent him crashing to the ground in an panicked flurry of limbs and wings. It was too much, he was already drained from the endless detours and roundabouts he’d woven around the seemingly tireless demon, there was no strength in him to fight, surely this would be the end-
“Crux sacra sit mihi lux, vade retro daemonium!”
An agonised howl split the air, the weight was abruptly lifted off him as the demon struggled to repel the banishing spell that had been cast on it. Scrambling to his feet, Alastor could only gawk in astonishment when he caught sight of Seraphina - what was she doing here? Before he could speak, the demon twisting and writhing in the holy light vanished at last, sent howling back to the abyss. Seraphina uttered a triumphant “ha” before turning back to him, the grin on her expression matched his own - though frankly, he was more relieved to see that monster gone than joyous at her intervention.
“Finally, I finished it, now I can...wait, no, it can’t be-!”
The joy had vanished, she was staring at the dull opals on her body with disbelief, followed by a vexed wail and a lash of her tail.
“Almost, I almost have enough, but I don’t...it won’t let me go back! It...it won’t...there isn’t enough mana…!” The tears were falling now, slipping down faster with each passing second. Alastor could almost taste her distress, hot and bitter on his tongue, his own heart had sank at the realization that once again, Seraphina would be trapped here for the rest of her life. After all he’d done, after the ritual, and especially after she’d saved his life...all for naught. It was his fault, he should’ve been more careful, the apologies poured forth in a meaningless babble of words. What sort of angel was he, to give her hope and crush it before her eyes like this?
“We could do the ritual again-” he tried desperately, but she rounded on him with a refusal so harsh it shocked him into taking a step back.
“It won’t be enough for us both! It’s useless, I should’ve known better than to hope I could go back…” Her breathing hitched shakily midway, her head shaking helplessly. Deep down, Alastor knew she was right, could sense that he only had enough mana to bring himself back, but there had to be some other way, it couldn’t just end like this- !
There was no way he could bring himself to leave now and leave her stranded on this realm alone. He would live with the guilt of it for eternity, and selfish as it was, it wasn’t a burden he was ready to bear. Looking at her now, so despairingly devoid of hope, he wanted to reach out and touch her, to comfort her somehow - but what words does one say to someone doomed to suffer for eternity? Pathetic, that was what he was, Alastor would accept the blame hundredfold if it meant she could return with him, but it was impossible.
A weak noise sounded from Seraphina, a cross between a chuckle and a sob. Alastor stood frozen, despising his own silence, yet unable to find the words he fervently wanted to say. More than once he would open his mouth, some garbled phrase would spill forth, but none of it expressed his feelings. Why was it so difficult to say something, even a white lie would have sufficed, yet here he was babbling and on the verge of a meltdown when he wasn’t even the one trapped here.
“I’ll stay here with you.”
It took a moment for the words to sink in before Seraphina was sputtering refusals, “you can’t, you have to go back, you don’t want to be trapped here forever”, rambling on about how she couldn’t expect him to sacrifice himself for her and how ridiculous he was being.
Yet the internal chaos and frustration from before had melted away as soon as the words had left him. Alastor was left with a sense of resignation, but along with it, immense satisfaction. Finally, he’d said it, the words that echoed his heart’s wishes, it didn’t feel like it was tearing at his chest to break free anymore. For some reason, it felt like he’d been missing something all his life, and he’d only just stumbled upon the missing pieces.
He wanted to stay.
Even if it meant leaving heaven for good.
Even if it meant an eternal life on the corrupted mortal realm.
Alastor couldn’t leave her even if he wanted to.
“I’m staying, and that’s final.” Firm and decided, nothing would sway him now, the resolve in his eyes was clear. Seraphina’s arguments grew weaker and weaker with each passing minute, until she simply stopped halfway with an almost exasperated sigh.
“You’re...really serious, aren’t you?”
A short nod. Gone were the doubts, the frustration, in their place was a sense of warm contentment that he’d never known he was capable of feeling. Seraphina’s only response was a mildly disgruntled huff, but she didn’t fight him over the decision. “Do as you want,” were her words, but Alastor didn’t miss the half-smile curling at the corner of her mouth. It made his chest warm with a new emotion he didn’t recall being there before. When Seraphina turned to walk away, Alastor fell into step beside her.
She did not protest.
“...do you remember what I said during the ritual?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“What I chanted was only the first part. The rest… it’s a blood oath.”
“You...what?”
Alastor’s eyes closed, searching for the exact phrases he had once committed to heart.
“S tu smior de mo chnàimh, anns mo chuislean ‘s tu ‘n fhuil
Bheir mi dhut-sa mo chorp, gum bith ‘n dithis mar aon
Bheir mi dhut-sa slàn m’ anam, gus an crìochnaich ar saoghal.”
“You are the marrow in my bones, the blood in my veins
I shall give you my body, that the two might become one
I shall give you wholly my soul, until our world ends.”
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