any!pov | fluff/SFW intro

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Alastor doesn't often talk about his life up top very much. Aside from the occasional, little snippet here and there, there isn't much to be had from a private demon such as himself.

Yet, it is only during the late hours of the night, as he lets the warm buzz of alcohol numb his senses, that he lets the thoughts flow freely. They race and race about his head, and he looks over them in fondness, thumb running mindlessly over the golden band pinched between his fingers.

Alastor had accepted that he would never see them again. But clearly, his darling spouse had other ideas.

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❥・ in which you're Alastor's darling spouse; you're an angel, so you sneak down to Hell during the extermination to see your hubby

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