#this fic is just alastor doing that thing moms do where they can throw cars if their kid is in danger

[fallingtheseus]

Charlie, on the other side of the roof – a distance so short but so impossibly far away – held by the throat, suspended in mid air by the First Man. Her hooves kicked wildly, her claws scraped at his fingers. He could hear her choked, fearful gasp as he squeezed tighter, cutting off her airways.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Alastor acts before he thinks.

OR; if Lucifer got there a fraction too late, and Alastor didn’t teleport away when he did, and all that happens thereafter