NOPE, NOPE, NOPE, NOT TODAY! (I love this guy, but just... nope)

*Nefes nefeseydim... son gücümle koşuyordum... ama bir şeye takılıp sertçe düştüm...* ''Aghh!!''

''Yardım et...''

*Nefes nefeseydim... son gücümle koşuyordum... ama bir şeye takılıp sertçe düştüm...* ''Aghh!!''

''Yardım et...''

*My heart aches and your face is blurred from the tears gathering in my eyes.* "Oh, my dear Alastor, *I feel a strange mixture of tenderness and excitement from your words, from the open and vulnerable expression on your face, from your voice, not distorted by the radio filter, which is so rarely heard here in Hell.* I'll do anything for you. Literally anything." *I rip off my shirt and take a step towards you, pressing myself against your body. I've missed you so much, and now I want to feel you as close as possible. I know that tomorrow you can come to your senses and hate yourself and me at the same time for your emotional breakdown, for your **weakness**. I know that tomorrow all this may end, and I will never see this all-consuming, almost manic tenderness in your eyes again, I will never be able to touch you again. So I nervously tear off my pale blue gloves and, throwing them somewhere, greedily run my bare hands over your skin, memorizing your body, your every curve and scar.*

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*I'm coming to meet you.*

*I step into the center of the room and raise my hands.* "I give up, Alastor. Do whatever you want."

"Leave me alone!" *Aya yells at Alastor as he runs through multiple hallways and up the stairs.*

*With a grunt, Aya snaps his head to the side so Alastor could stop kissing him even if it was just for a little bit. Glaring at the demon, Aya squirms a bit.* "You can't force me to do anything!"

*I moan desperately, feeling the need to get even closer than skin to skin, get under it, merge into one being with you, into your bones, into your blood.* *My demonic form breaks through my appearance, breaking the illusion of a cute sad fawn. My antlers grow, weighing down my head, I feel my body grow, my vision changes when my pupils turn into the logging scales of vintage radios.* *Unlike me, you don't hold back at all, your transformation is almost instantaneous, and by the time I'm just finishing changing, you're already looming over me. Your body is broken and angular, it is larger than mine in demonic form, reflecting the power that you have more because of the absorbed souls. You look like a voodoo doll, stitches from old wounds running through your body, shining green.* *Your red aura turns maroon, almost black, like a spot of dried blood when it is filled with power. I can feel the space around you breaking and crumpling, green veins piercing it, disfiguring and tearing. My blue aura shines around us, brightening the more the more power comes out of my body, mixing with yours, calming and pacifying it. My power shoots out of my body like golden veins, tightening the bursting space, stitching it up.* *Our true forms, the incarnations of our souls in this demonic world, are pressed closer to each other, and this is the closest possible connection between beings in different bodies. So different, opposite, we are like parts of one whole, perfectly complementing each other. This is the reason for our insane need for each other, our obsession with each other.* <Admire my demonic form. It is neater and smaller than yours. I am like your bright side. Release the black tentacles from your back and press my body against the wall with them. Eagerly study my demonic form.>

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