Shadow of New Orleans II - CAN BE READ ON IT'S OWN, without the first part!
Continuation of the Alastor radio station backstory ???? A witchy themed love story, with each chapter symbolizing a Tarot card from the major arcana.?
The story's first p...
The next time he sees the hauntingly familiar gal, he is slightly drunk again. He has never been a messy drunk, so it's hard to tell when he is, especially since it has become a habit lately so much that even he cannot tell sober from soaked.
As unlikely he found it that it might be his late darling dressed in a Hallows Eve costume he did ponder an ungodly amount on her. Shall he kill her just to be sure, for his peace of mind? Shall he try to make contact again?
He is not entirely sure if seeing her again is a coincidence or if he looked for her. Either way, Alastor watches amused her as the witch tries to break into a tall building on the outskirts of the city. She wears a hood now instead of her wide hat, but it's still hard to take her seriously.
Using her magic along with the sheer strength of the huge wolves she attacks the door relentlessly, cursing under her breath. After Alastor gets bored of it, he steps out of a pool of shadows just behind her "You seem awfully desperate to get in, you need a hand, dear?"
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She goes rigid for a moment before she holds her hand glimmering with magic against Alastor's neck. Unbothered he smiles, not moving an inch.
"Oh great, you are the freak from the other day. Get lost, I got it under control, thank you" she hisses the last part, not sounding very thankful at all.
Alastor blinks lazily, as he watches her go back to assaulting a bit angrier than before. He then summons a shadow tentacle breaking down the door, earning a sneer from the other demon. "I told you to stay out of it, old man."
Alastor chuckles, gesturing dramatically (whiskey often makes him a little goofy) "It got a little tedious to observe your fruitless trying, but feel free to proceed, I won't intervene further. Probably"
She hisses again before disappearing into the building followed by the two wolves. There is growling and angry barking coming from the inside before the building goes up in flames, the satisfied demoness stepping outside.
(pls check this song it's gooood:D)
The black wolf seems to be munching on some flesh, even laying down lazily to do so. She does not stop to do as much as look at Alastor, who still stands in front of the burning building, which starts to crumble.
Touch me again and I'll cut off your hand There are some things you'll never understand You do not dance everyday with the fear Of living in headlights, the hunted, the deer
Flicking her finger, the canines shrink into two tiny, fluffy eared spirits flowing around her.
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