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Alastor makes a split-second decision, unfounded in logic and dripping in venom the second he snatches Vox up in his sharp claws. He holds him still, close to his face so he can watch the alarm that crosses his dying opponent’s face. His eyes are wide, unfocused, but twitching like he doesn’t know where to look.
“Al- wh-what are-”
“Not yet, old chum.” Alastor croons as he stares the man in the eye, “You’ll be dying on my terms, but not just quite yet.”
or///; Alastor nurses a suicidal Vox back to health. They nearly kill each other in the process.
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12 Dec 2025