#*ooc: OOPS I couldn't keep shit short again

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Seeing that glimmer of light in Alastor's eyes when she told him part of her account of her fight against Adam made her feel like the rash decision she made to keep his attention focused on her worth it. Truly, she wishes that her soulmate could have witnessed her fight in his honor, but then an idea comes to her just as she senses his thoughts towards the whole matter. And just as quickly as that smile of hers appeared on her face, it quickly morphs into a grimace over what she's about to say next.

"...you know, I believe there might be a way for you to see the fight," she remarks, although she sounds less than enthused about the whole matter. "With Vox's voyeuristic ways, I'm sure he'd have a copy somewhere. ...but then that means we'd have to deal with Vox just to get access to that footage and you know how unbearable he's going to be when we of all demons are going to be the ones to ask him for it. I'd rather deal with listening to Susan complain for a whole day than do that, but if you'd like, I'm sure we can make it happen."

Truly, she couldn't have said any of that any more deadpan than she already did. Though, if they put their minds to it, they could easily try to be persuasive.

A sincere smile makes its appearance on her countenance just then over what he says about vengeance while she allows a small giggle to pass her lips. Of course, how can she forget that it's vengeance that fuels them into doing what they're renowned to do by now? That, and it's obvious that she wouldn't hold a grudge against him for concealing the details of his deal with Lilith now that she understands why he felt like he had to keep it a secret.

Though, that smile is reduced to a more worried expression when he winces, which causes her to worry that much more over his state. Just how hard did Adam's strike hit on him and how much pain was he concealing around the others so as to not concern them as well?

"Oh, darling..." she finally says, moving over to him when he sits down in his chair. The phoenix demon kneels before him, running her fingers delicately over his chest while examining his scars. "You know that's not true. You kept me alive when I was on the brink of death. I still don't know how you did it, but I'm here thanks to you and the efforts you made that day. Now, let me take care of you, alright?"

She adjusts her position briefly before a warmth begins emanating from her palms as she hovers them over the deep slash that's on Alastor's chest. The fire doesn't burn him, though. It instead starts to provide much needed relief for the pain he must be in from the battle they both participated in. All the while, she's humming a song under her breath to fill the silence between them with her eyes gazing lovingly towards him.

Though his eyes are really the only thing to express emotions, at least in Xifeng's vision when she's the only one to see what's behind the permanent grin, they light up to hear how hard she fought against the first man. Alastor did his best, he knows that much, he was coordinated and he still feels he could have easily bested him, but they do say a broken clock is right sometimes and that much was certain when a man as sloppy as Adam managed to land a hit and slice his chest nearly open.

"Ah, it would have been lovely to see your revenge in person. I can simply imagine it, the rage in your eyes as you slam your beak down upon that pompous man's body." A sigh of adoration came. If it was recorded, maybe he genuinely wouldn't mind watching a noisy picture box if it meant seeing his own girlfriend in action on the battlefield.

"Oh, dear, where would we both be without vengeance? You know I don't believe in little Charlie's whole redemption nonsense. Besides, I know the both of us are focused when it comes to vengeance, otherwise, I wouldn't have been clear minded enough to kill those who wronged me a second time down here." Mainly his and Xifeng's fathers but only the two of them need to know that detail about their lives.

"I'm certainly relieved you hold no grudge, my beloved." A sigh of relief over him, but the deep sigh makes Alastor wince at the pain in his chest. Deep breaths still hurt for him, the strain of muscles torn from breathing in so harshly in and out.

Removing his stylish red coat, tie and dress shirt, the radio demon's full animalistic chest is on display for her. Everything was much the same, except for some sort of scar around his neck that resembled one pulled by a collared chain and a deep slash across his chest. It was deep, but the bleeding at luckily stopped, but one could see that the injury was still both tender and sore. "I did try to tend to it myself, but no one said I was exactly good at keeping people alive." Teasing at his own murderous behavior, he sits down on the chair within his radio room.

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😨 - Alastor >:3c

Send 😨 to find my muse badly wounded // accepting!!

Another year, another extermination.

These were already pretty commonplace for the both of them, yet were they really necessary? Xifeng doesn't think so, especially with how greedy her fellow demons could be when it came to killing their own to add to their own power through collecting their souls. Alastor and her are certainly guilty as charged for doing just that, but could anyone really blame them for seizing an opportunity that's just right there?

Besides, it's not like this time, they'd have any issues with this extermination this year considering just how strong the both of them have gotten since arriving to Hell thanks to devouring the souls from the former Overlords who once reigned over this damned place.

As Alastor is slinging spell after spell as well as his tentacles crushing the Exorcist's attempts to injure him, Xifeng's taken to the skies in her true form and is effortlessly weaving through his tentacles along with launching superheated fireballs from her mouth directly so as to incinerate the Exorcist's wings to make it easier for her beloved partner to hit them.

Everything is going just like it normally does during these inane population control measures — so much so that Xifeng believes that they'll get away with this scot-free and be able to celebrate for surviving another extermination — until the phoenix demon notices while flying around that a group of Exorcists are gunning for Alastor's blind spot with their angelic spears all aimed for him.

"No... No, not again...!"

This was supposed to be their second chance, their second life to get it right and live——! They were going to live—!

Kicking off an already destroyed building to gain speed, she soon becomes naught but a streak of crimson and obsidian in the sky as she's silently hoping that she's going to make it there to protect him in time. She isn't going to lose him again. She couldn't lose him again, not when things are finally going their way down here!

The Exorcists give the command to launch the spears and—

"ALASTOR!"

And, well, nothing.

At least for Alastor, that is.

For Xifeng? She's caught several of the spears in her wings along with suffering quite the nasty slash across her torso that went down the span of her breast and her entire abdomen until it finally ended at her hip, causing quite a large portion of blood to pour out of her chest as she's sent flying into the rubble from the sheer impact of the blow she took to protect the one that meant the world to her. There's absolutely nothing that comes from her except unsettling silence as her clothes are torn as well as her own blood spurting out of her wounds seemingly everywhere.

Surely, this isn't it, is it...?