His Majesty's executioner

by The_Comethy

Summary:

After many failed attempts to contact Hell, Alastor decides to be a little bolder, summoning the king of Hell directly. What will become of him when said king decides to answer the call of the mere mortal knocking at his door?

Chapter 1: Lucifer

The blood that Alastor had in his hands was still fresh. The smell of the bodies scattered in the cabin mingled with the scent of the surrounding forest, something nauseating for most people, but which only made him want to bring more of it all. 

More blood. More bodies. 

More punishment for those who have wronged him.

He didn't even know how many times he had rehearsed and relearned the words of the rituals, but each failure only brought him closer to his goal, he knew it.

Drawing the inverted pentagram or any other symbol he knew hadn't worked, so he decided to try another symbol. 

 

The sigil of Lucifer

 

It was bold of him to decide to knock on the king's door, but for someone already determined to sell his soul, risks are worth taking. 

Symbol completed, lambs slain in front of the radio he was using as an altar, and him kneeling in the middle of the symbol. Now was the time. 

“He who reigns over the rings of hell, the serpent, the flame of creation, I call upon you, magnificent king of the afterlife" He started, voice steady with the confidence he always carried “I wish to make a deal with you” 

Silence was something he was already familiar with after that many attempts, but it didn't stop his heart from tightening at the possibility of failure.

And then… Explosions.

The fire in the fireplace and candles grew so large and intense that it seemed as if it had conscience, the lambs being consumed by it mercilessly; the radio in front of him began playing a frequency that fluctuated rapidly, making disturbing sounds; Alastor could hear the voices of those he had killed, screaming in agony; 

It was terrifying, a true vision of hell. 

The smile on his face only grew wider the more bizarre everything became. Until it came to an end.

And in front of him, a fiery serpent stared back. It seemed to emerge directly from the radio, and even though it was made of fire, the wood remained intact.

“Are you the one calling me, mortal?" A voice came from the serpent, a strangely mesmerizing voice. 

“Yes!” Alastor hurried to answer, drawing closer to the serpent. "I would like to make a deal with you, Your Majesty.”

“Pff, a deal?" The snake scoffed. 

“Yes. You see, I know that when I die I'll end up in your kingdom, and I have no intention of changing my destiny." Perhaps he was talking too much, but he needed the king's attention. “I want power. I want the power to continue my killings, to continue my fun.”

“Wow, you really practiced that little speech, huh?" The little snake's teasing was starting to wear down Alastor's patience. "Look, I don't know what people say about me out there in the human world, but I'm not the type to accept a deal from just anyone who calls me." 

“Oh, I certainly don't expect you to just give me the power I want for free, I know very well that everything has its price," Alastor hastened to say. "I can make sacrifices in your name, send more servants to your kingdom, I can-” 

“Bah bah bah” The fire crackled along with the interruption it made; if the snake had arms, it would have put a finger to his lips. “Don't send any more people here. Seriously. You humans are a pain to deal with.”

“Alright” Now that complicated things. What more could Alastor offer in exchange for what he wanted?

“If I may ask, Your Majesty," he began slowly, "Do you hate the sinners of your kingdom?”

“Do I hate them? Oh boy, don't even get me started." The snake's entire body made the equivalent of a dramatic eye roll. “The sinners arrive here, realize that nothing else matters, and BAM, they make everything worse, and it's already bad enough here without their ‘help’.” 

"I can imagine. If humans here don't care about their actions, it must be much worse there." He agrees with the complaints, listening cautiously. “You must hate having to get your hands dirty with the blood of people who don't even deserve to have you as their murderer.” 

“What?” The serpent sounded genuinely lost on what Alastor had just said 

“What I’m trying to say is, if you would like to have someone else to end the lives of the lowly creatures you despise so much, I would be honored to do so” 

The fire crackled again, that being the only sound that could be heard in the cabin. The serpent stared, and the human stared back. 

Alastor's heart reaced. If this offer didn't work he could say goodbye to his chances of guaranteeing power in hell

After what felt like an eternity, the fiery being crawled closer.

“Give me your wrist” The voice was commanding now. Truly the voice of a king. 

Alastor offered his right hand, the blood still in his fingers. The snake went up on his palm, warm but not burning as he expected. 

“That’ll sting, so brace yourself” Was what the snake said, but didn't give any time for him to actually prepare before opening his mouth and nail those fire fangs in his wrist

Even though he had a good pain tolerance, this was different from any pain he ever felt. 

It felt like his veins went on fire and his organs were exploding inside of him. His eyes burned with tears from the pain, his ears ringing as if fireworks were being lit there and his throat hurt from his screaming that didn't stop no matter how much he wanted to. 

The sensation was finally starting to subside, his body now aching as if he was beaten up with a mace. 

He looked down to his wrist that now had a dark mark of a snake circulating an apple, the part where the fangs entered his skin representing two seeds.

“When you die, this mark will guide you to me. Then I'll see what I’ll do with you." These were the words of the serpent descending from the palm of Alastor.

“That’s… that's it?” He felt somewhat disappointed with this ‘I’ll see what I’ll do with you’

“Yeah, yeah, it's not like you don’t have thirty or something years to live before you come here." The snake spoke nonchalantly, returning to the radio from which it had come, "Well, I'll see you in a few years, Alastor." 

And as quickly as it had arrived, the snake vanished, its flames dissipating in a way that reminded him of sparks from fireworks. 

His eyes stared at the mark on his wrist a bit more, running his thumb lightly there.

‘I never said my name to him’ Alastor thought. This made him want to laugh.

“I'll see you in a few years, Lucifer.”

 

 

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Turns out destiny had very different plans when it comes to time. Who knew it would be so impatient to get Alastor to hell, huh? 

He never imagined that returning to his cabin after a successful killing would lead to his death. 

The place he appeared in was pretty different from the hell his city’s pastor always described. It would be a good copy of a big city if it wasn’t for the red sky, weird creatures walking on the streets and the enormous amount of signs and advertisements dedicated to sex so openly.

Alastor didn't take long to find somewhere to look at his appearance, but when he looked, he wished he hadn't done it. 

Compared to some of the creatures he'd seen on the street since he arrived there, his appearance still had some humanoid features, which was a good thing, but it was still a shock to see the changes. 

First of all, his dark skin now had a grayish subtone, which made him look... well, like a corpse. 

Guess it's fitting considering things. 

He was taller too, with a much thinner body than the original. His eyes had blood-red sclera and pupils only slightly lighter. In fact, his entire appearance was a great mix of shades of red. Good thing he liked that color. 

Now his hair... Alastor felt a pang in his chest when he noticed his straight hair. His mama had gone through so much trouble to finally convince him to embrace his curls, and now they were simply gone. He would need to fix that when he had time.

Now, the other thing he hated seeing were the deer ears and antlers. A deer, him? A person who so enjoyed hunting his victims now looked like the typical animal that represented prey. This really is hell. 

Alastor groaned wearily at the mere thought of his death. At least it was brief. 

As he rummaged through the clothes he'd appeared in from hell, Alastor glanced at his wrist, where the mark from the deal he'd made the previous night now had a faint glow.

‘Lucifer,' he thought, clutching his wrist as if it was about to run away now that he remembered the serpent's words. 

‘This mark will guide you to me’ 

"I hope you were telling me the truth.” Alastor spoke aloud and was slightly surprised to realize that the words came out as if directly from a radio. That was the first (and probably only) good thing about this new body. 

The mark on his wrist did a good job as a guide, considering it seemed to glow brighter if he went in a certain direction and less if he went in another. It almost looked like he was playing a treasure hunt.

The city receded as Alastor walked further toward were the light shine the most, and it wasn't long before he saw his objective: a grand palace. 

It was something that gave off a strange feeling, a mixture of delicate and angelic architecture with a destructive environment around it, something that made sense when you remembered that Lucifer was a fallen angel.

‘How am I supposed to get in there?' He thinks, looking from his mark to the golden gates in front of him. 

He was about to start calling out Lucifer's name (as if that would do any good) when he saw a small golden snake emerging from inside the gates.

“Hello," Alastor greets the animal. "Could you take me inside your master's house?" 

He said it as a joke. Of course, a snake couldn't possibly take him inside.

"You're talking to the master of the house" 

“Pardon?” 

The shock was so immense that if someone had told Alastor he had been delirious for the past 30 minutes, he would have believed it. 

A cloud of golden smoke filled his vision, and when it dissipated, he was inside what appeared to be an office, a dark environment that contrasted with the white furniture and colorful fabrics scattered on the floor.

When he looked back to where the snake had been, there was a man in its place. The man looked like a porcelain doll, with large eyes, pale skin and neatly styled golden hair. He was angelic.

Lucifer. He who struck fear into the hearts of so many in the human world, a being so powerful that the heavens imprisoned him in hell, someone so majestic... was that short? 

“You're staring. Rude." Were the king's words. 

“My apologies." It was an automatic response, the surprise at the succession of events that had occurred still making him act this stupid way.

"I thought you were young. What, you killed yourself just so you could come here to hell and get supernatural powers?” Lucifer seemed to have already run out of patience even though the conversation hadn't even started. 

“Some idiot hunter mistook me for an animal in the forest and killed me, if you want to know," he defended himself, slightly irritated. “I wasn't planning on dying and leaving all my newly acquired progress behind in the world of the living.”

“Wow, okay," Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering irritably to himself. "In Mother's name, what do I do with you now?”

“You were serious when you said 'I'll see what I’ll do with you'?” Alastor couldn’t contain a certain indignation in his tone. 

“Of course I was, I thought you'd take longer to get here.” He sighed irritably, pacing the office until he reached a closet. “I don't even know what weapon I'm going to give you. I sure won’t give you a knife, it’s too boring, it has to be something that suits you." 

“So I'm still going to kill the people you don't like, just like we talked about," Alastor said, moving closer. From that distance, he could see that the closet was full of weapons, various types from various decades. 

“Yeah, that was our deal, I just don't know what to do with the rest of the details," Lucifer admits while examining some of the weapons he possessed. “Like, how are we going to communicate when I want you to kill someone, where are you going to live, what title should I give you, what weapon are you going to use. Seriously, did you have to die so young?!” 

“Again, I wasn't exactly planning on dying" The irritation in his voice more sharp now 

“Ok, ok, shut up. I’m thinking” The king said while dropping a weapon, the metallic sound making him flinch from how loud it was. These new ears were the culprit, he was sure. 

He pulled out a staff from the closet along with the head of a weapon that reminded him of a scythe. Pure light started to come out of Lucifer’s hands as the two pieces merged into each other. 

“Alright, this might work” He murmured to himself before turning to face Alastor again “Ok, pay attention ‘cause I won’t explain twice. See this staff?” He weaves the thing in front of the other’s face 

“Yes. What about it?” He couldn't help but notice that the head of the staff reminded him of a microphone, like the one he sometimes used in his radio broadcast

“This little thing will be your weapon. Normal staff to whoever sees, but hidden in it is” The king spins the staff clockwise, and with the magic in it, the weapon reveals itself. “A war scythe! Pretty cool, huh?” 

Alastor widden his eyes a little. The scythe being hidden in a normal looking staff was a good surprise element, he had to admit. 

“It looks good, yes” He says, noticing how this made Lucifer puff his chest a bit 

“I know, right? And to turn it back just spin it to the oposite direction” He demonstrated, and the staff turned back “Here, try it” 

The sinner took it in his hand. It was an impressive doing, considering he just watched it being made as a last minute project. He did the turns, noticing how the weight kept almost the same even with the change in the head of the piece. 

This scythe was unlike any he had ever seen in his life, and also nothing like that cartoonish weapon that 'Death' carried. On its bladeless part, he could see some golden details, threads that ran along the weapon, but they were so thin they could only be seen up close.

“You might need a bit of time to get used on how to fight with it, but it’s easy peasy once you get used” The king said, his mood now better just by talking about something he made. 

“It’s impressive. You truly are amazing, your majesty” Alastor couldn't help saying as he continued turning the staff from scythe and then back to staff again. 

“Yeah, my creations are pretty cool, I know” Was the answer. ‘Sin of pride’ is a trully fitting title for the man. 

“So, do I start my killings now? Should I bring the lowly one that offended you here for you to have some fun before I kill them?” He asked, wanting to test his new powers and weapon as soon as possible

“Ew, no need to bring sinners in my house, I can’t even do anything to them” Lucifer answered, going to the table in the room to make some other thing

Alastor's eyes widened again by rearing what the king just said.

“You can’t do anything?” 

“Nope” He said without a care, not even looking up from what he was doing. “It’s part of Mother’s punishment for me introducing evil to humanity.” 

“But… How- You should be” He couldn't even think of something to say. 

Lucifer was such a feared and powerfull name, the one he and other people were teached to fear, someone he could basically feel how powerfull he was and yet he couldn't even hurt sinners? 

“I never said I was able to hurt sinners, you just assumed I could” He shrugged “Not my fault you’re assuming things” 

“I can’t believe it” Alastor put one hand to his temples, still in disbelief. “How could the king of hell not be able to harm the creatures in hell?” 

“It's part of the punishment, there's not much I can do. Father said it was because I created you sinners and gave you free will, so now I have to deal with the consequences of said free will” 

“That… Actually makes sense.” Really, seeing it from the point of view of it being a punishment, it was a great way to do it. To hate the sinners but not be able to do anything against them. “So I assume I start my work as early as possible, right?” 

“Yeah, that would be good." Lucifer turns to him again, this time with a white radio in his hands. “This is what radios in the human world are like, right?” The king asks himself, shaking his head afterwards as if to banish the line of thought. 

“Anyway, you do whatever it takes to kill whoever I want you to kill. Don't worry if you kill people around you, just try not to hurt hellborns, I like them, the scythe will be pulled against the air if you try to hit them; that's the signal not to do it. When you're finished, just communicate through the staff's microphone and bam, job done.” 

Those were the explanations of the fallen angel, and only by them Alastor knew that he would like the job. 

The only concern he had now was

“Rules" he blurted out, leaning on the microphone of his staff for support. "What would the rules be besides not harming hellborns? Surely, with the immense power you're going to grant me, there must be more” 

“Rules?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow, looking at the radio in his hands and tapping his fingers on it. "I guess it's just about not hurting hellborns. I don't care what you sinners do or don't do. Just don't let anyone find out you have a deal with me, I guess. Lilith doesn't know I made a deal with a human, and she'd be furious if she found out why I made the deal.” 

“Is that all?" Alastor felt that many of his expectations were not being met that day. “You're not going to demand that I become a servant or pay for the weapon you gave me?”

“Huh? Why would I do any of those things? I just want someone to kill the people I don't like, it's simple. I know it's good to be careful when making pacts with the devil, but I'm not Mammon to make a deal full of clauses and who knows what else that ruins the life of whoever signs it. I'm a simple guy.” 

Alastor was somewhat speechless. He thought that a contract with the devil would be full of humiliations, mistreatment, everything he was already used to in life, but, apparently, it wasn't going to be like this. 

“If that's all, you can start now." Lucifer said, making a small notebook with some photos appear in front of him. “Cain- I mean, Zestial sent me the photos of the overlords who spoke ill of my reinterpretation of the play 'The Great Gatsby', and I want them gone” He took the photo of a creature covered in a black cloak, with horns that resembled a bow and a furnace-like mouth with a greenish glow “Especially this wretch here.”

Alastor blinked a few times, looking from the photo to Lucifer.

“You want me to kill someone because they criticized the reinterpretation you did?" He repeated what he understood, the idea seemingly refusing to take hold in his mind. 

“Yes" 

There was a silence between the two. Lucifer had a serious look on his face, and he was slightly crumpling the photo in his hands. Alastor was certain that the bullet that went through his brain had caused some collateral damage, because it wasn't possible that he was hearing that.

So, like any sane person, he started laughing so hard that his face began to hurt.

Lucifer was furious, breathing fire as he spoke, but Alastor was so lost in laughter that he didn't even hear the king.

“Oh God, this is so unbelievable!" Alastor wiped away the tears of laughter that had welled up in his eyes and sighed “Your Majesty is so petty. That fascinated me.” 

“Petty?! How dare-” 

“Now I know I won't regret working for you, my king." Alastor's smile widened and his physical form changed; even though he couldn't see it, he could feel it. 

He took the photo of the king's hand, a green glow emanating from himself illuminating it slightly.

“Consider the work done, Your Majesty." With a gentle bow, Alastor was carried away into the shadows, something he didn't even know he could do, but he was glad to discover it.

Now, in the dark workshop, only Lucifer remained. The notebook with the photos was still open in his hands, but he couldn't pay attention to that. He had a feeling of satisfaction in his chest that made him smile cruelly.

"I got a good executioner in my hands" he said to himself, resisting a sudden urge to laugh

Chapter 2: Off with his head!

Hell was a good (even if strange) replica of the human world, probably a product of the sinners who inhabit it, wanting to preserve memories of their time in life.

As Alastor walked through the city, passing hundreds of people who reminded him of creatures from horror stories, he found a bar. It was a good place to get information; he learned from when he was still alive.

He looked at the sign, only to feel like an idiot afterward. In hell, there weren't signs telling him, a creole, whether or not he could enter the establishment. The habit of checking would take a while to disappear, but he would be happy to lose it.

It was a busy bar, with some devils chatting and enjoying a drink in a civilized manner while others were causing a ruckus, breaking tables and chairs just for a game of cards. 

Nothing different from the human world.

Going to the bar, Alastor took an empty stool. The bartender, a demon with small horns and purple skin, approached him, saying nothing, just standing nearby to take the order when it came. 

“You new?" Said bartender asked, an accent that he couldn't pinpoint heavy in his voice. 

“Fresh out of life," Alastor replied, resting his chin on one hand. 

A demon occupied the seat next to Alastor. It was a large creature, with a bony head, a huge mouth full of teeth and long, pointed horns. He shouted an order to the bartender, who went to get the drink.

This demon was noisy and boisterous, shouting at the people around him and laughing even louder. This irritated Alastor greatly. 

The bartender returned, handing over the drink. The demon took the glass and took a sip before going back to talk to his friends.

“If that bothers you, leave." That's what the bartender said while lighting a cigarette. "That guy has connections with an overlord; it's not good to mess with him.” 

‘Overlord'. That was the word Lucifer had used to refer to the person he wanted killed.

“Overlord, you say?" His ears twitched, feigning curiosity to learn more about the subject. 

“Dangerous people. People with a lot of power, can kill anyone without effort.” That was the answer. “When an overlord has a favorite pet, the pet becomes arrogant," he pointed with his eyes at the boisterous demon.

“And which overlord does he work for?” 

“Don't know the name, but it's one with a furnace mouth." 

The smile widened again.

The demon chatted nonchalantly, the glass resting in his hand, still containing the drink. In a subtle movement, the glass passed into Alastor's hands.

“The fuck?!" The demon growled, turning around abruptly, only to see another sinner, much shorter than himself, drinking his beverage and staring deep into his eyes. 

As quickly as it began, the action was over, the glass now empty on the counter and him walking out the door, as if he hadn't provoked the right hand of an overlord.

“The newcomer is dead.” The bartender shook his head in disapproval. 

 

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Finding the overlord was easier than Alastor had imagined.

Powerful men, always so easy to irritate and deceive.

At least the overlord's henchman served to decorate his appearance. He knew that such a flamboyant demon wouldn't accept having his drink stolen by someone else and would remain silent about it.

As he walked through the streets, he was suddenly swept through a portal of green flames, stumbling into a dark alley. 

“Look at this, a little sinner thinking he can defy the property of an overlord" A metallic voice echoed from the alley before the figure revealed itself. The overlord in the photo. 

“Now, who are you, you cheeky brat?" The voice intensified, causing the surroundings to tremble and heat up. 

“Alastor! Pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure.” He introduced himself with the same charm he used with people in life. “I have to say, I didn't think it would be so easy to find someone who claims to be so powerful. I thought I'd have to kill a few henchmen here and there to see you in person” 

“Excuse me?" the overlord said, even more enraged, fire bursting from his mouth and his form growing larger. "Do you even have ANY idea who you're talking to?” 

“Hmm, not really, I don't usually remember people who don't matter." Alastor passed his staff from one hand to the other. "I just need to remember what you look like anyway, just to make sure I don't kill the wrong overlord.”

“‘Kill’? Now the alley trembled with the loud laughter that had erupted. That explains why his pet was so noisy. “Sinners who have just arrived are always like that, they think they have as much power as they did in life, only to die at our hands, that's what's good about it." 

“Oh, I don't think I have as much power as I had in life." Now a sound of static began to pass through the alley, a static that grew louder as his smile widened. “I know that I have much more power now than before.”

The already gloomy alley seemed to be swallowed by shadows, something that probably happened because of the unrestrained laughter that filled the place, as if darkness itself were amused. 

In a matter of seconds the man in front of the overlord had disappeared, merging with his own shadow. 

"What the fuck?" the demon said, looking around, the fire emanating from beneath his cloak growing larger. “How can a sinner who has just arrived have so much power?" 

He could hear the clanking of a blade, but it seemed as if the noise was coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. 

"Fight like a man, you coward!" The overlord roared, throwing flames in all directions in a failed attempt to finish off the one who tormented him.

"So pathetic" The voice, shrouded in static, spoke calmly, which only further increased the despair of those caught in this nightmare. “My first head is going to be so pathetic that it's almost a shame to kill it." 

This torment continued for what seemed like a lifetime for the overlord, but it ended suddenly, as if he had only blinked and imagined it all.

Now it was the overlord who was backed against the wall, fallen to the ground, discredited. Alastor looked at him with satisfaction and contempt, the scythe in his hand hovering ominously. 

“This is going to be fun” 

What followed marked the birth of something new. Something terrifying, a new person who would change an entire hierarchy.

And it all started on the radio. 

Sinners walked the streets, living a life as normal as one can have in hell, when they collectively heard a blood-curdling scream.

Cries begging for mercy, vowing to give up titles, people, and power just to make it stop. 

When they began to recognize that the voice pleading so vehemently was that of an overlord, chaos ensued. 

The scariest thing to some was hearing the maniacal laughter filtered through the radio, a laugh so loud it drowned out the screams.

You can hear a body hitting the ground heavily, a face being forced, possibly being stepped on, more pleas, and then the sound of a blade cutting cleanly through.

 

Silence… 

 

And the sound of the transmission ending.

 

 

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A photograph lay on the ground, consumed by a green flame that slowly extinguished it, as if savoring the pieces of paper turning to ashes.

With a tap on the microphone, a white radio inside a palace was turned on, its listener looking lazily at the radio.

“Hello, dear listener!" The radio star spoke with enthusiasm, as if opening a show. "How was today's broadcast? I hope you enjoyed it." 

"You're mentally disturbed, did you know that?" 

“Hahaha!” The laughter sounded theatrical, but the amusement still lingered in his voice. “But of course I know, that's why I work for you." 

“Yeah, yeah" Lucifer said dismissively "When you killed him, it reminded me of that queen from that book where the little girl chases a white rabbit.” 

“Alice in Wonderland?” 

“That one" Alastor can hear a yawn along with fingers snapping on the other end of the line. “It reminded me a lot of the queen 'Off with their heads!' or something like that.” Lucifer imitated a shrill, screaming voice, which made Alastor chuckle.

“Anyway, good job. How does it feel to have claimed your first victim in hell?" 

“Marvelous" 

“I suspected you were going to say that." Now it was the devil's turn to chuckle. “Come to my office in a week so I can give you your next target. You can do whatever you want in the meantime, I don't care. You can also do whatever you want with the dead body.” 

“Yes, sire” 

"See you then, byeee!" 

The transmission was cut off.

Alastor couldn't help but sigh. It had been a long time since he'd been satisfied with talking to someone.

The sinner was in a place far from Pentagram City, a quiet place. 

Perhaps he will build a house here; since childhood he had lived outside, but near cities, it was an environment he was used to. 

The body beside him, with its head missing, was beginning to awaken a hunger in him. Could the flesh of sinners taste the same as human flesh? 

There was only one way for him to find out. 

As he sat beside the bloodied body, he noticed that his clothes also had a lot of blood on them. Luckily they were red, or it would have been a pain to wash them later. 

"I can deal with that later." He said to himself, using his scythe to remove a piece of the dead body's forearm. 

Alastor knew the blade was freshly taken from the cabinet, so he expected a good cut, but this exceeded his expectations. It was a great blade; he would have to remember to compliment Lucifer on it later. 

“As if the Sin of Pride needed any more reason to be proud of something.” He laughed to himself. He really was mentally disturbed.

Looking closely at the reddish sky for the first time, he noticed the red 'moon' with a pentagram beside a silvery 'sphere' with a literal angelic glow.

“So that's heaven.” The sinner said after taking a bite of the meat in his hands. It tasted really close to human flesh, just as he had hoped. “How cruel, leaving the entrance to paradise so close to all the sinners who will never get to go there.” 

Another piece of meat was placed in his mouth while he thought to himself.

This life in hell is going to take a long time to really get used to, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like this change in his life.

Well, after life.

Now all that was left was to count the days until his next killing.

Notes:

Bambi's first kill in hell, they grow up so fast.

Just wanted to say thank you all for reading my story and for the comments, I loved them soooo much <3

Notes:

My take on 'Executioner Alastor theory'. It can be read both platonically and romantically in relation to the radioapple. I just hope it's a good experience for you beauties who are reading this. Please excuse any spelling mistakes, english is my second language.