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I have no idea where I want this tale to go. However, the plot of this book will likely adhere to the main plotline and include certain canon events. Season 1 has recently concluded, so I will be adding my creativity and ideas.

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Warning: this book contains explicit sexual content, violent scenes, graphic violence, and other topics that may be upsetting to some readers. So that you are aware, I will make sure to give you advance notice.

Since I have learned that Alastor is asexual and has a specific writing style, I shall do my best to write his character to the best of my ability. Having said that, there will be times when he will not be in character. My creative work is based on pure fantasy and imagination, so please take that into consideration.

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New Orleans,

December 31st, 1933

Alastor fixed his intense gaze on the belle. Her vivid eyes blazed with conflicting feelings. He is staring at his predator while keeping an eye on his last opponent, who is holding a scalpel. He can feel the wound that was previously applied to his side burning with each breath. He was aware that if he failed to recover himself right away. He will not survive.

He contemplated the idea of passing away. Strangely enough, he found peace with it at the exact moment his cannibalistic murderous rampage spiralled out of hand. particularly since the authorities were pursuing him more closely. He felt as though death's breath was clutching him and coursing down his neck.

It was a matter of time before death claimed him.

Indeed, she was right in front of him the whole time. A scalpel clutched in her fingers as a trickle of blood began to trickle down her arm. Coating the lovely tool with her blood from the wounds that were inflicted on her not too long ago by his associates. Who are now dead. They were killed with the same tool that she used to rescue lives.

It is fascinating how the tables have turned, with her instrument being used to end a life.

Particularly her husband's life.

He would glance over at his wife and see her staring into the room's center. He notices that she is staring at the handgun resting in his dead colleague's hand. The pair had no idea how much ammunition was inside the barrel. What they do know is that the chamber still has one bullet left.

A single shot that can kill. The only question is whose life it will end first?

But he was aware that the woman standing before him wasn't naive enough to act recklessly. Not until she knows the situation is in her favour. Even if Alastor had preferred to reach the gun first, he would have had to overcome the stunning belle standing in his way first. The injured woman's constant surveillance of him isn't helping matters. Prepared to respond immediately if necessary.

As the woman watches him, Alastor glances down; something catches his eye, causing his twisted smile to twitch slightly. Witnessing the wedding band, now covered in blood. Their once radiant marriage has dimmed to a bleeding shambles, with no longer even a glimmer of light to show the world their holy union.

'What a shame,' he thought to himself, 'I worked really hard to find the ideal ring to complement her beauty.'

Her heavy breathing caught his attention, and he could see that his coworkers had inflicted significant wounds. It didn't take long for him to see that her wounds were still bleeding badly when they met. Realizing that her life is slipping away as well.

A weak chuckle escaped his lips as he whispered, "My darling, it seems we are at an impasse."

Her voice was feeble but honey-sweet as she murmured, "So it seems." Despite her voice's gentleness, he could hear that his wife was speaking without feeling.

He couldn't hold his beautiful belle responsible, Alastor knew. Her involvement would never have occurred if he hadn't acted in this way. They would all have disappeared along with him if he had the chance to turn back the clock and end his murders.

In contrast, Alastor is a heartless killer who eats flesh. The details he learned about his wife ended up being much more significant than his own. She is in a position to deliberately bring down individuals like him. A doctor, an agent whose job it is to apprehend the nightmare monsters that roam this earth and bring them to justice.

But it was difficult for him to clean up after his wife because of her profession. Although she and her coworkers had been making every effort to apprehend a particular monster on a cannibalistic killing rampage, his wife had no idea that her beloved Alastor, her husband, the love of her life; was the sole target of their pursuit.

It is fascinating that two complete opposites might fall madly in love and make a lifelong commitment to each other. Death itself cannot separate them from one another.

There is an unbreakable bond between their hearts and souls.

Just as he had his own secrets, so did the stunning woman standing before him. There is one key distinction, though: Alastor discovered her secret before her cards were revealed.

Their years of marriage were filled with love, joy, and passion despite their many disagreements. He had never before experienced such overwhelming joy for a single individual. He began to believe that he could make a difference.

He was prepared to seek redemption for her sake.

The time has passed, though. The hunter, disguised as a sheep, managed to overpower the beast. Alastor knew that he would always return to his old habits, regardless of his efforts to reform. Too much pleasure came from his kills for him to ever change. But despite this trait, he tried his best to ensure that his beloved would never get involved in the world he lived in. To protect her from ever getting involved and hurt.

Until now.

At the stroke of midnight, Alastor and April glanced at each other, their time-limited, only inches apart from deciding what to do next. As if reading each other's mind, they sprinted to their guns and held it up as their fingers trembled on the trigger. It was now or never. And yet somehow, never seemed to be the easiest way out.

He had no idea who had the gun or what had transpired next because his thoughts had abruptly gone blank. Because everything was happening so quickly, Alastor couldn't keep track of who had the gun first. His wife and himself fought for their lives to gain the upper hand. He wasn't sure what his beloved was thinking, what the result will be by the end of this battle. All the man knows is he is stuck in a mental tug-of-war in his head about whether to murder his wife or keep her alive.

Whatever happened after that, Alastor knew the light had gone out. He awoke unaware of the final thoughts;

the lovely smile of his beloved, April Lynn Ambrose.

It seemed as if the gods had flung him to the ground from on high as he felt himself plummeting into an infinite chasm. As he gradually opened his eyes, he was met with nothing but the crimson sky and the shadowy forest that enveloped him. As he slowly rose from his spot, he looked around to see that he is no longer in the world of the living.

"Darling?" When Alastor yelled out, nobody answered.

"APRIL?!" He called out once again, Alastor removed him from his position. Desperately looking around in hopes that he would find his wife. As he ventured into the shadowy forest, the man could feel his cheeks flushed with emotion and his red eyes becoming glossy.

His emotions started to run wild; anger, remorse, and sadness. With each step he took, it became more overwhelming as he continued to walk. Feeling his chest tightened, tears began to pour. While he desperately searches for any sign of his loving wife. He makes an unending wail. Reluctant to face the cold, silent solitude once more.

No matter his newfound status in the afterlife, Alastor was unconcerned about his new spot in hell, for which he had already come to terms. The realization that he will never again see his wife;

It's enough to make him miserable for the rest of eternity.