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Being stuck in his human form wasn’t ideal.
He was isolated from his powers and from the protection that came alongside his carefully cultivated reputation. Worse still, he was… rather small compared to the other sinners. Almost laughably so. He had never imagined that Lucifer would decide to not only humiliate and endanger him in such a way, but be so profoundly incompetent as to not know how to change him back.
The absolute cherry on top?
There was an Overlord meeting today with mandatory attendance.
OR... the one in which Alastor gets turned human, Vox is absolutely smitten, and Alastor gets curious.
OR... the author accidentally wrote over 40k words of porn ripe with plot and was forced to break it up into chapters. Here's chapter one!
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“Are you a demon?” Vincent asked, eyeing the shadow on the wall with more curiosity than fear.
“I’m your benefactor, my dear,” the voice answered. It laughed, a strange, tinny noise that grated on the ears and gave nothing away. “You’re careless, you’re sloppy, and you need someone to help you. That’s where I come in.”
Vincent wasn’t interested in sharing. And yet, with the handcuffs digging into his wrists and the mountain of evidence threatening the success he’d fought and killed for, the demon’s proposition offered a unique opportunity.
“What do you want in return?” he asked.
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Vincent Whittman is a suspect in several murders when Alastor offers him a deal.
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Alastor let the reality of the situation sink in. Now, he not only felt sick from the infernal drug, but felt sick with himself. For being blindsided. For being weak enough to be caught by it. For being so weak. He wouldn’t let himself show the fear clenching at his heart, threatening him with the unknown. He had no clue what this would mean for him or what would happen. This was far beyond his range of experience.
He couldn’t allow Vox to see him in such a state.
“And what’s in it for you?” Alastor asked slowly.
“If anyone is taking you down, it's not going to be some random motherfucker off the street. It’s going to be me,” Vox answered with a quiet earnestness. He stood, not facing the half-conscious deer. “Rest. I’ll find the antidote or whatever the fuck it is will fix you.”
------Alastor gets slipped a love potion while at a bar, and Vox finds him half-conscious in an alleyway. Vox takes it upon himself to figure out what happened and how to help his old pal. Things do get a lil' dicey and spicy along the way.
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Just lie back and think of England, the saying went, and Angel did. London, England, to be exact, 1912, outside the Covent Garden opera house.
But daydreams can only do so much to lift a guy up when his life is determined to keep him down, and he can't seem to stay away long enough to shake the weights loose. After all, Val was the one who made him - and where else is Galatea to go once given life, but back to his creator?
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Alastor wants. Angel Dust, unfortunate creature, is seemingly made to be adored, whether he wants to be or not. By the crass, the philistine, the utterly unappreciative; by those who hadn't the faintest notion of the true value of beauty in a brutally ugly world.
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- Part 1 of Anguish of the Marrow