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songerein2023-01-01 09:20 am
lonelysmiles) wrote in songerein2023-01-01 09:20 am
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[CLOSED] The Cleanse That Didn't Happen
Who: Alastor and Angel Dust
Which: Log, CLOSED
Where: Their treehouse
What: It's the first New Year Angel gets to ring in without the annual Cleanse. For Alastor, it's the second.
Warnings: It's Alastor and Angel Dust. Also discussions of Literal Hell and the annual Cleanse from Hazbin Hotel
This wasn't the first New Year's Alastor spent in Reverein, but it still took some adjusting. All of New Year's Eve there was no holy light piercing blood red skies, no Exorcists descending upon the populous, no screaming. Even if it wasn't his first Reverein New Year's, it still felt unnatural after almost nine decades of the same old routine.
He'd been nursing glasses of whiskey all of New Year's Eve. Just enough to stay relaxed and mellow, staying on the shallow end of tipsy. His instincts for the Cleanse screamed at him to run, to bait the Exorcists towards sinners who truly deserved erasure, using the angels as another weapon. But there were no Exorcists to bait, no sinners to erase, and it made his body positively itchy with the need to do something so he'd kept it calm with the alcohol.
But as the clock ticked over to the new year, he finally fully relaxed, sitting back in his seat in front of the fireplace and blowing out a breath.
His ears twitched. He hadn't heard from Angel all day, so he wondered if now that the "threat" had passed, the spider would make himself known.
Which: Log, CLOSED
Where: Their treehouse
What: It's the first New Year Angel gets to ring in without the annual Cleanse. For Alastor, it's the second.
Warnings: It's Alastor and Angel Dust. Also discussions of Literal Hell and the annual Cleanse from Hazbin Hotel
This wasn't the first New Year's Alastor spent in Reverein, but it still took some adjusting. All of New Year's Eve there was no holy light piercing blood red skies, no Exorcists descending upon the populous, no screaming. Even if it wasn't his first Reverein New Year's, it still felt unnatural after almost nine decades of the same old routine.
He'd been nursing glasses of whiskey all of New Year's Eve. Just enough to stay relaxed and mellow, staying on the shallow end of tipsy. His instincts for the Cleanse screamed at him to run, to bait the Exorcists towards sinners who truly deserved erasure, using the angels as another weapon. But there were no Exorcists to bait, no sinners to erase, and it made his body positively itchy with the need to do something so he'd kept it calm with the alcohol.
But as the clock ticked over to the new year, he finally fully relaxed, sitting back in his seat in front of the fireplace and blowing out a breath.
His ears twitched. He hadn't heard from Angel all day, so he wondered if now that the "threat" had passed, the spider would make himself known.
no subject
He took a sip of his drink.
"Honestly, we met while getting into trouble not long after we'd both arrived. We were in that first group, and knowledge of the noctaere wasn't well-known at the time. We ended up trapping one in a cave after we got in over our heads. And, as I said, we found each other entertaining, so there was more or less an unspoken truce."