"You don't want to skip to the... death, right?" The word was so accentuated, and he almost seemed like he was going to throw up just from saying it. Ironic, considering he was known as a dealer of death to so many. Merciless, ruthless, killing any demons who dared to even look at him sideways. And he loved it. He relished in the blood of the ones he knew he could slaughter. But he took no pride in this.

"I know you've heard about it. It's been all over the news. After all, he was famous. Famous! Ha! What... what a... joke..." His lips contorted, and he shook his head.

"No. That's not true. It's not a joke... in more ways than one, in fact! That harlot... I..." He stopped, his mouth freezing. He didn't want to say any more. Slumping onto the table for a moment, he took the teapot in the center of it, pouring into his cup. He was careful not to spill any onto the table.

"My apologies... I almost lost it for a moment." His partner did not say anything though, just sitting on the opposite side. Alastor smiled, glad that it was still with him, and would always be. His one true, never-ending friend.

"He and I... didn't see eye to eye at first."

"I can suck your dick."

"...no."

"I honestly could not believe my ears. Such a sweet voice, yet, the most vulgar, foul-mouthed words came from them." Alastor chuckled and palmed his face. "Oh, what a sweet, dirty thing he was. And I..."

Alastor grinned widely.

"...loved it. Every single bit of him. I can still remember the feeling of his lips upon mine. So soft, and delicate." He sighed as the memories passed into a different path. "But of course, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. As you know, he was... an actor, to put it lightly."

Placing his elbow on the table, his leaned his cheek onto his fist, frowning evidently. "I... hated it. How could I not? Knowing those disgusting, unworthy demons were... touching my Angel. MY Angel. I wanted to..."

Alastor's teeth clenched as he banged his first against the table, causing the glassware to shake, and an unsettling clatter to echo through the room. There was no one else to hear it anyways. Quickly, Alastor readjusted his arms and laid them flat on the table, one hand over the other.

"Ahhh... sorry. You know how painful it is for me. Remembering him... loving him... and hating him at the same time."