#idk what else tl tage this with honestly

[duckling-king]

Tw: violence, description of gore, description of injury, alastor typical horror things 😋

@lillithhearts thank u 4 the banner pookie <3<3<3<33 also handing this to u on a silver platter

The tentacle wrapped around his throat, squeezing and restricting his breathing. He panicked, wings flying out and flapping frantically, talons clawing and ripping at the tentacle, breaching past into his own velvety flesh. He was vividly reminded of watching that shitbag do the same, squeezing their throat with string and watching them claw out their own windpipe. It was a sick humiliation, one only he himself would understand.

He dropped to his back, trying desperately to pull the tentacle from his neck, clawing and kicking and thrashing, only feeling it tighten as his vision blurred.

When the tentacle finally loosened enough for breath he sucked it in greedily, gasping and coughing past the influx of blood into his windpipe.

He stared up, seeing that yellow grin leering down at him. Radio static clogged his ears, forcing his attention on the overlord above him.

"Poor birdy.." he cooed, leaning down to pat his head condescendingly. "You simply refuse to die... no matter, I suppose I could keep this little game going for longer. I'm sure your new friends would appreciate the show~!" The radio demon exclaimed, standing up and glaring off past the seething excuse of an overlord.

He knew Alastor was looking right at a camera. One of the hundreds they had installed- he was watching- they were all watching! They all had to be witnessing his crushing defeat- watching him get ripped to shreds. It was enough to force energy back into his aching bones, clawing and growling like a feral animal, doing anything in his power to harm the demon poised so calmly above him.

There was a voice nearby, Lucifer's little brat. She was clearly talking to Alastor, something about mercy, forgiveness, redemption? He wasn't listening, too busy focusing on getting this stupid tentacle off his neck so he could attack- catch Alastor off guard and prove himself in front of them. Prove that he could be their protection, prove that he had what it takes to be with them. He wasn't outdated. He isn't outdated. He's powerful, he's capable, he NEEDS TO GET THIS TENTACLE OFF OF HIM.

Finally, it loosened.. pulling away and letting him sit up. Before he could even think he was up on his feet, baring his teeth like a rabid animal and attacking the first body he saw.

He didn't get a single strike in before suddenly he was wrapped up in even more tentacles and thrown as hard as possible into a nearby wall.

He heard a crunch as his entire body went through the wall, landing in the rubble as pain radiated through every fiber of his being. He couldn't move if he wanted to. His vision swam as all the fight bled out of his open wounds.

The cherry on top? Static bled into his ears, piercing through his skull and making his ears ring, as a smiling face filled his entire vision.

"You are a lucky birdy!" The voice sing songed, taunting him as the static ringing only worsened his vision, leaving the figure in front of him blurred into a red swarm of frightening figures.

The last thing he remembered was the red mass pulling back, leaving him crushed under rubble and humiliated beyond compare. If he was truly lucky, he would die here before his fate became even more gruesome.