Chapter Text
Finally, Alastor was back in the human world.
It did take him a while to gather the right materials, yes. An embarrassing amount of time, really. It was no easy task, there’s a reason why sinners, or any demon really, wasn’t supposed to enter the human world. They’re supposed to stay in hell as a punishment, and only brought chaos and destruction, which is exactly why Alastor was here.
How he missed the taste of human flesh. Sinner flesh was enough to sustain him, but it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as real, pure, human flesh.
He looked down at his now human body, god it has been a long time. There was no fur on him, no red hair, no fuckass haircut, a normal nose, no tail, no claws, normal teeth, no antlers, and most importantly no deer ears! Alastor always hated his deer features, it made him look all innocent when he was the opposite. His mouth and hands did feel odd, but it was a small price to pay to blend in with the living.
Alastor stepped out of the alleyway and fixed his tie while he started to walk down the street. Let’s see… Alastor didn’t exactly know where he was, oh well! What year was it? It should be… 1950, yes! Alastor hummed quietly while walking down the nearly empty street. Still too many people around to kill someone, shit.
Alastor walked into another alley, hoping to find someone by themselves. Lo and behold, he found one next to an already dead body! Oh this should be fun. There was a man there, a very handsome man Alastor should add. Strong jawline, messy and greying hair despite being quite young, a fancy bloodstained suit. A body was below him, a knife in his hands. He looked up at Alastor with a crazed and slightly scared expression. Alastor chuckled and stepped forward, no fear in sight.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” The man stepped back, shocked. He raised the knife, planning on killing Alastor.
“Now, I wouldn’t try that if I were you.” Alastor’s grin only grew wider. Now *this* was entertaining.
“You’re not getting out of this alive.” The man’s voice wavered slightly.
“Hm, am I?” Alastor teased, “Well, that’s a shame. Will you be using this body or can I feast on it myself?”
The man looked confused and frighted, “…What—”
He was cut off by Alastor putting his hand on the corpse and licking the blood off his hand. Alastor looked back over at the man and grinned.
“Alastor, it’s a pleasure to be making your acquaintance.” Alastor put his hand out to shake and the other man hesitantly shook it.
“..Vincent.”
“I’m guessing this is your first time, yes?”
“..Yeah.”
“I can tell! I can deal with this body for you, unless you wanted it for yourself.”
“Ah, no thank you! I-I’m not interested in.. cannibalism.”
“Hm, is it really cannibalism when I’m not fully human myself Vincent?” Vincent blinked, Alastor grinned. Oh, how this was fun.
“…You what?”
“Oh, you and I are going to be great friends Vincent.” Alastor chuckled.
“Wait wait wait, Alastor, right? Back up, are you going to tell anyone about *this*?”
“Hah, nope!”
“And… you’re a… cannibal?”
“One would say, yes.”
“A-And… what was the last part again?”
“What last part?”
“The… never mind…” Vincent looked down and to the side.
“Hm, good boy!” Alastor patted the top of Vincent’s head, which caught him off guard.
“I will take care of this body, you can run along home now.”
“Hey wait a minute, I’m not trusting you with that body! I’m not getting caught.”
“Ha! You don’t need to worry for pretty little head about that! I have *lots* of experience.”
“…Why are you doing this?” Vincent still couldn’t believe that he somehow got caught by some serial killer cannibal, somebody worse than him. Alastor’s grin turned scarily wide.
“Why, because I want to help you! And I also want this body, it looks delicious. You know what they say, the sweeter the person the sweeter they taste!”
“That’s not a normal thing people say.”
“Well it is where I come from!”
“…Where the fuck are you from?”
“Never mind that Vincent! Now…” Alastor reached out to touch Vincent’s shoulder, then paused. “How about I take you to my shack! Get you all cleaned up and whatnot.”
Vincent scoffed, “Yeah right, you’re probably gonna eat me or some shit.”
“Hah! Now why would I do that! You already provided me with a corpse, no?”
Vincent thought about it for a minute. This would be his probably only chance to talk about his.. business practices, with someone who won’t notify the police. It wasn’t like he could go out in public with blood all over him either. But who’s to say this man won’t kill him and save him for later. Alastor saw the dilemma on Vincent’s face.
“Darling, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already.” Alastor grinned, making Vincent shiver.
“…Fine.”
“Wonderful! Now, how should we do this? Hm, close your eyes.”
“Hah, no.”
“Do you want my help or not Vincent? I have blackmail on you now.” Alastor’s smile was slightly strained, his patience was thinning. Vincent hesitantly closed his eyes, he’d rather be dead than be in jail. Alastor grabbed Vincent by the shoulders hesitantly and started pushing him somewhere.
“Where are we going Alastor?!”
“I told you, my shack! I have a cabin in the woods.”
“A murder shack?”
“Something of the sorts!” A strange sensation suddenly went over Vincent. He felt like a was falling and couldn’t breathe. He gasped for breath and opened his eyes once it was done.
“What the fuck was that?!” Vincent looked up at Alastor, his smile ever so present.
“Why, whatever could you be talking about?” Vincent looked around, they were in a small, rotting, deserted cabin in the woods. The smell of blood and rotting flesh hit Vincent’s nose.
“H-How did we get here so quickly?”
“We just walked Vincent, it was a short distance.”
“But—” Alastor put a finger to Vincent’s mouth.
“None of that now! You shouldn’t be questioning such silly things Vincent!”
He looked down and saw the body on the small table.
“…How did you carry the body as well?”
“The fuck did I *just* say Vincent?” Alastor was losing his patience once again. If this human starts to question literally *everything*, there was going to be a problem.
“Sorry.”
Alastor removed his hand and stood up straighter. “Would you like a change of clothes? I would offer you a shower, but I doubt there’s any running water. I haven’t been in here decades!”
“Wait, you what?” Alastor’s eyes narrowed and Vincent shut his mouth.
“Let me fetch you some clothing.”
Alastor walked into the small bedroom to grab Vincent a change of clothes, he had a second to look around the room. It sure did look like no one had been in there for decades. The wood was rotting, cold air peaked through the cracks. Chucks of rotting human corpses littered the place carelessly, along with many deer antlers. A radio sat on top of a fireplace with roses surrounding it, with satanic imagery around it. Vincent looked down and saw dried blood in the shape of a pentagram on the floor before quickly stepping back.
He shivered, this place was evil, and so was the man in the next room. Alastor stepped out while holding a change of clothing for Vincent.
“The bathroom’s right there, I’ll get you something to eat while you change.”
Alastor smiled while handing it to Vincent. He took the clothing before entering the small bathroom and closing the door. The clothing seemed straight out of the 1920’s, odd. The man couldn’t be older than 30. Decades… was the man a teenager when he was last in here? That didn’t explain the clothing… Vincent shook his head and put it on. Red wasn’t exactly his color, but it was better than bloodied clothes.
Vincent exited the bathroom to see Alastor with two plates at the table. He gaged when he saw what was in the plate.
“Oh you must be *starving* Vincent. It’s been a long day for you, hasn’t it?”
“I-I’m not eating, *that*!”
“And why not?”
“I-It, look at it! Oh god I’m feeling sick just thinking about it.” Vincent clutched his stomach, Alastor scoffed.
“You can just deny it politely, no need to be rude.” He then said something in French that Vincent didn’t understand.
“…What?”
Alastor grabbed a chuck of, Vincent didn’t even know what part of the body that was, and put it into his mouth. Vincent couldn’t even look.
“Hm, I suppose I could find something more suitable for your diet.. could you turn around please?”
“Why do I need to turn around?” Vincent was getting tired of Alastor doing all these things with Vincent’s eyes closed.
“The same reason you closed your eyes when I brought you here! Now do it.”
Vincent rolled his eyes and turned around. He waited a second before glancing back, only to find Alastor was gone. He looked at the door, it hadn’t even opened. He ran to the window, Alastor was nowhere in sight. This stupid bitch! What the hell was his deal?!
Vincent sighed and plopped himself down on the couch that *definitely* hasn’t been cleaned in decades. Vincent could hardly stand being in this place, it smelled horrible and was straight up satanic. He wouldn’t consider himself a man of God, he’s only been to church a couple times on holidays and was a murderer, but God this place just brought chills down his spine. It was like the devil himself owned this house, which wasn’t to far off.
He didn’t know what was up with Alastor but there was something off, he was obviously hiding something. He appeared out of nowhere right after he murdered someone, might be able to teleport but that’s crazy, right? Serial killer, cannibal, satanist, lives in a murder cabin in the woods, looks fairly young but is definitely a lot older, referencing that he wasn’t human… Everything could be kinda explained though, he could just move very fast and was messing with him.
Still, Vincent could feel there was something more to Alastor than just being all *this*, despite how crazy it may seem. Vincent stood up again, not wanting to keep his back to anything really for to long.
“I’ve found something for you *Vincent*!” Alastor’s singsongy voice suddenly appeared behind Vincent, making him jump nearly out of his skin.
“Jesus! I—” Alastor dropped a deer corpse onto the ground. Vincent didn’t move for a minute, until he realized he wasn’t breathing and quickly caught up with his breath.
“Ugh, you’re so picky! I’m not getting you anything else, take it or leave it Vincent.”
“Do you really expect me to just, eat a fucking deer?!”
“Well it’s not human, now is it? Don’t you eat venison Vincent?”
“I-I mean yeah, but.. but not whole!” Alastor scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“I suppose I could cook it, if you didn’t want to eat it raw. It takes out all the flavor, but you people seem to enjoy it more.”
“…I’d appreciate that.”
“Well good then!” Alastor ripped a bloody chunk out of the deer corpse with his bare hands and plopped it onto a bloody pan in the small kitchen area.
“…That can’t be sanitary.” Alastor ignored him and tried turning on the stove, it didn’t turn on.
“..Look away.” Vincent rolled his eyes and did as he was told. He heard a flame ignite and turned back around. He blinked a couple times.
“…How the fuck are you doing this?”
“Hah, doing what Vincent?” Alastor’s head turned nearly all the way around, his smile strained. Vincent rolled his eyes, getting slightly more confident with Alastor.
“Yeah yeah, fine.” Alastor went back to looking at the stove. He… really wasn’t going to kill him? Alastor might be… Alastor, but he hasn’t really done anything to harm Vincent, has he? He’s actually been helping him *a lot*, it’s confusing.
“…Why are you helping me again?” Vincent stepped forward, Alastor laughed.
“You really don’t trust me, do you Vincent?“ He turned to be half facing him.
“No offense, but we just met and you’re some satanic serial killer cannibal.”
“Hm, fair enough. I wouldn’t trust me either, too bad you have no choice! It’s not like you’re getting out of here without my permission, Vincent.”
“Fair enough, I figured. Anything else important I should know, or do I have the basics covered?”
Alastor found that hilarious for a reason Vincent is afraid to know.
“But that’s the fun part, isn’t it? Not knowing? Oh how entertaining it is, watching you squirm when you don’t even know the worst part!”
“…Worst?“ If all that wasn’t even the worst part, Vincent really didn’t want to know who or *what* he was talking to. Alastor’s grin only widened.
Alastor said something in French once again and placed the venison on a plate next to the body. Vincent gulped.
“…Do I have to eat it?” Alastor didn’t answer, but Vincent could read his face. He groaned slightly and sat down at the table.
“Do you have any utensils?” Alastor rolled his eyes and handed Vincent a fork and knife. He hesitantly took a bite, it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.
“Ha! See, I’m not the worst cook I must say. Although I don’t necessarily have access to many spices as of now, but I made due!” His smile for once looked genuine, which was nice to see. Vincent wanted to see him smile like that again.
“Pretty good for a cannibal, who supposedly eats raw human flesh on the regular.”
“Oh, you’re so adorable.” Alastor patted Vincent’s head, like he was a dog or something. He didn’t know how he felt about that.
Alastor sat next to him at the table and started eating parts of the corpse with Vincent. Oh, this little human was so fascinating! He’s a cold hearted murderer, but still queasy at the sight of cannibalism! How this will be fun, having a human as a sort of pet! Alastor can already imagine Vincent’s reaction when he realizes exactly what Alastor is.
“…What?” Vincent asked.
“Hm?”
“Why are you staring at me like that? You better not be planning on eating me or some shit.”
“Oh, not at all Vincent! Just thinking about how this is the start of a beautiful… friendship.”
“Friendship?”
“Yes! A friendship! I can help you with murders, and in return… now we’ll get to that part later.”
“Hold on there Alastor, I’m not planning on owing no one anything. I would have been just fine taking care of this body myself.”
“Ha, cute. Not to worry, for until we really discuss it, all of my helping is free? Isn’t that nice?”
“I suppose…”
“Wonderful! Alright then, you may return to your place of residence. If you need of my assistance again, whether it be murder, some help, or just to chat, you can just call me!”
“Okay, sweet. What’s your number?”
“Haha! Oh, you’re hilarious Vincent, really. No, I wouldn’t use all that new technology if I was forced to.”
“But—”
“Do you own a radio?”
“I mean, somewhere, probably. I don’t listen very often.”
“We’ll work on that. Just grab your nearest radio, and call for me! I’ll hear it.”
“…What?”
“You heard me. Call my name with a radio nearby, and I’ll hear it.”
“How… is that possible?”
“Oh, would you look at the time! It’s almost time for me to return home, let’s get you back, shall we?” Alastor grabbed Vincent by the shoulders and whispered in his ear.
*”Close your eyes.”*
Vincent did so and felt the falling and unable to breathe feeling again. Once his eyes were opened again he was back in the alley, he didn’t even walk any steps like last time.
“Call me soon! If you don’t I’ll probably just show up anyways if I’m bored! Goodbye now!” Vincent turned to face Alastor, but he was already gone.
“…What the fuck just happened?”