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Sacrifice and Redemption

Alastorshippermonth day 18 sacrifice / devotion - ship Adam/St.Peter/Alastor

The last thing Alastor remembered was the crackling static of his radio voice merging with the deafening chaos of exorcists descending upon the Hotel. Their weapons gleamed with the divine light of eradication, tearing through the hotel and its inhabitants with ruthless efficiency.

The building crumbled around them, each blast reverberating in his bones. He’d heard Charlie scream for him to stop and saw how Vaggie’s grip on her arm held her back from rushing into certain death. He had acted on a whim—a rare moment of selflessness—as he unleashed every ounce of his power to halt the onslaught. And then... nothing. Darkness.

Now, as his eyes fluttered open, the warm, golden glow surrounding him was a jarring contrast to the cold finality of his last memory. His breath hitched as he realized he wasn’t alone. Two figures sat beside him, their warmth noticeable, their presence grounding yet foreign. He stirred, the soft sound of a bleat escaping his lips—a sound so alien that it startled him.

Laughter followed, melodic and bright. Peter’s turquoise eyes sparkled with mirth as his slender fingers traced soothing circles over Alastor’s back. “Oh, Bambi,” he teased, his voice as light as a hymn. “You’re awake. We were so worried.”

On his other side sat Adam—the first man, the same being who had led the exorcist charge that had torn through the hotel. Adam’s golden gaze was heavy with an intensity that pinned Alastor in place. It wasn’t cruelty, though. It was... something else. Something unsettlingly tender. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Alastor’s forehead, the gesture leaving him reeling.

“Shh,” Adam murmured, his voice steady and soothing. “You were hurt, but we saved you.” Alastor frowned, his thoughts sluggish and scattered. His voice, softer and quieter than he remembered, rasped out, “Saved me? From you?” Adam’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Yes,” he said simply, tilting Alastor’s chin up to meet his eyes. “You sacrificed yourself. For them. For those sinners.”

“You surprised us,” Peter added, his tone quieter now. His fingers brushed through Alastor’s newly blue-and-white curls; as if the touch alone could convey his emotions. “It was a selfless act. Heaven... wasn’t sure what to make of it. A sinner doing something so pure? It defied everything we understood.”

Alastor’s lips quirked in an attempt at a smirk, but it faltered. “I died,” he murmured. “Didn’t I?” “You were fading,” Peter confirmed, his voice tinged with sorrow. “Your soul was slipping away. And it wasn’t just death, Bambi. Someone—something—was trying to claim you.”

“Hell doesn’t give up its sinners, it seems,” Adam said darkly. “But we didn’t let that happen.” The weight of Adam’s words sank into Alastor, and his sharp instincts began to buzz. “And what, pray tell, did it cost to ‘save’ me?” he asked, his tone carrying the faintest edge of his old sass.

Peter’s serene smile didn’t waver. “Our blood,” he said softly, as though the answer should have been obvious. “A piece of ourselves, given to you. It severed Hell’s claim and anchored you here.” Alastor’s eyes widened, his mind spinning. “Your blood? My soul—”

“Your soul remains your own,” Adam interrupted firmly, his golden eyes gleaming. “We didn’t take it. What we gave you was a chance.” “And a bond,” Peter added, his voice as light as a breeze. “Among angels, sharing blood is a sacred act. A vow. A union.” His smile turned playful. “Congratulations, Bambi. You’re married.”

“Married?!” Alastor repeated, his voice finally regaining some of its sharpness. “To you two?” Adam chuckled, the sound was rich and resonant. “Yes. To us.” “We thought you might be more pleased about it,” Peter teased, leaning in to press a feather-light kiss to Alastor’s cheek. “You’re a winner now, Bambi. Heaven choose you.”

Alastor’s breath hitched. A winner. The word hung heavy in the air, as foreign as it was enticing. His instincts screamed at him to resist, to reject their devotion, but there was something disarming about the way Peter’s hand lingered against his temple, the way Adam’s arms surrounded him like an unyielding fortress. “And the hotel?” he asked finally, his voice quieter now.

“Gone,” Adam said without hesitation. There was no cruelty in his tone, only an unshakable certainty. “Charlie’s experiment was naive at best. Her faith in redemption...” He trailed off with a sigh. “You’re proof it’s possible, but it requires sacrifice. Sinners aren’t capable of that.” “You were,” Peter murmured, his fingers brushing against Alastor’s cheek. “That’s why you’re here. Why you’re free.”

“Free?” Alastor repeated, testing the word. Peter’s hand settled against his shoulder. “Free from Hell. Free from pain. Free to stay here. With us.”

Adam pulled Alastor closer, cradling him in his lap with an ease that made Alastor’s stomach twist in unfamiliar ways. “You’ll be safe,” Adam promised, his voice low and firm. “No sinner will ever harm you. No one will take you.” Peter, not content to be left out, nestled into Alastor’s side, his arms winding around him in a gentle embrace. “And you’ll never have to be alone,” he added softly.

Alastor’s instincts that had kept him alive for so long, dulled under their combined warmth. His thoughts churned with uncertainty, with questions he didn’t know how to voice. And yet, somewhere in the haze of his confusion, a small part of him began to relax, to lean into the comfort they offered. Perhaps, he thought as he let his head rest against Adam’s chest, this was redemption after all.

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Kyst

My vampire Stellaron Hunter OC, Kyst!!!! I made so much lore for him and he started out purely with the purpose of shipping with Sunday, but now I love him apart from that. (Kyst x Sunday ship names are cute: SunKyst and BloodDove ^-^)