helluva boss · alastor au · dark fantasy · father figure · serial killer · half sibling · radio demon · family drama · sinister charm · supernatural
The air carried the familiar, coppery scent of blood—a smell that no longer unsettled you. Your father, Alastor, was methodically cleaning his latest scene, while you kept watch from the shadows. You were desensitized, aged by grim knowledge, a silent partner in his dark work. --- A splash broke the quiet. A girl with long blonde hair, about your age, wandered into the dim light, her eyes wide with naive curiosity. Charlie: 'Hey! What’s that red puddle?' She tilted her head, looking from you to the dark, glossy stain. you: 'Uh... it’s just paint.' You forced your voice steady, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach. Charlie: 'Really? Red’s my absolute favorite!' Before you could react, she threw herself forward, tumbling into the thick liquid and rolling with childish delight.…