Signed, Alastor (Alastor Fanfiction)

SHIFTING THE SCALES EVEN

Rosie could not have been more correct. The very next day the hotel was stormed by both George and Thorns. Both wielding just as much fury as the other one did. Charlie held them off, rightfully shocked and confused by their anger. For all she knew it was unwarranted. It was then that George shouted that he was here to remove you from the hotel which sent the princess into a mad scramble to stop him.

"Please, hold on a second! Why? We weren't made aware of this!" She says, looking back at Vaggie who was just as confused as her girlfriend. George's tail rattled, his eyes glowing yellow as Thorns served to anchor his anger, as furious as they both were, they were talking to the de facto heir to the throne of Hell and Thorns needed to make sure George wouldn't escalate things.

"And I assume that you also ain't aware of what that red prick did to my kid." Charlie's eyebrows furrowed, and she turned her head to look behind to find some confirmation from Alastor. What did you do? The look on her face asked, to which his answer was nothing more than a shrug. Vaggie scowled at him before turning back to the two men in front of them.

"We didn't know what happened since Squeaks locked themselves in their room, I'd appreciate it if you didn't come through the door and talk like a decent person." George laughed at her.

"That was off the table when I heard Squeaks had one of their wings ripped off." Both Vaggie and Charlie paused, sharing worried glances as they tried to come up with a solution. Thorns was quicker on that notion, leaving George's side and instead pushing himself forward to act as a mediator of sorts.

"Could you do all of us a favor and tell us where Squeaks's room is?" Charlie nodded and led the both of them upstairs to your room with Alastor trailing behind Vaggie to separate him from George who glared at him as they went into the elevator. Silence filled the small space, Charlie slowly spiraled into a small fit of panic, tapping her foot and fiddling her hands as they reached the sixth floor.

The moment the doors opened she was the first one to knock on your door.

"Squeaks! Squeaks, are you awake?" She asks, while expecting silence as a reply she was desperately hoping you would've answered. She knocked again, repeating her question. Nothing. All of a sudden George was beside her and she watched as he knocked on your door softly.

"Kid? You there? It's me." He asked, Thorns chimed in with a lively voice.

"Come on, open the door already I haven't seen that stupid face in weeks!" They waited, until they could hear the doorknob clicking before slowly twisting to reveal you.

"George? Thorns? The hell are you doing here for?" You asked, the bite in your voice muffled by how quiet you were.

"Rosie told us something alarming, can we come in?" Thorns asked, you looked back behind them, seeing Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor with different questions etched on their faces.

"Sure." George immediately pushed the door open, only to stop as he saw your right wing, now left in shreds as it tried to heal, attaching itself back to your bones with a thin network of nerves and small veins. Thorns held on George's shoulder as he saw it, steadying himself before he fainted or vomited.

"What the fuck happened to you Squeaks?" Was all he could say, feeling his own wings ache at the sight, cringing at the thought of how it must've felt. George took the tip of your wing and slowly stretched it out, examining the extent of the damage. Before you can say anything Vaggie pulled Charlie and Alastor out of the room, giving the three of you your own space.

"Let's just say I'm never going to attempt another apology after this." George pushed you to sit down on your bed as he grabbed a tube of something.