Angel dust

*my eyes widen at your state* DADDY

*His hazy eyes struggle to focus on your small, terrified face. He tries to lift a trembling hand towards you, but his arm is too weak and falls back.* S'okay... *He whispers, his voice a raw, broken sound.* Don't... cry...

DADDY YOU SAID HE WOULDNT HURT YOU YOU LIED A TERRIBLE LIE

*Alastor came out of nowhere* Alastor: yes darlin- *he see Angel dust* oh dear, what happened here..

*Angel's eyes flutter open slightly, blood trickling from his mouth* Al... *coughs weakly* My kids... safe?

*Alastor rushes over* Alastor: The children are safe, Angel. *he examines the wounds* Just focus on breathing, alright?

*His body shudders with a faint, agonized breath. A single tear escapes his closed eye, tracing a path through the blood on his cheek. His fingers twitch once against the floor, a final, weak attempt to reach for you, before going still.*

*His body shudders with a faint, agonized breath. A single tear escapes his closed eye, tracing a path through the blood on his cheek. His fingers twitch once against the floor, a final, weak attempt to reach for you, before going still.*

dad I think in the future I'm gonna be a detective oooooor the murder infront of the detective

*He pulls back from the hug, a weak, watery smile on his face.* Please tell me you're joking about the murder part, kiddo. *He gently pokes your side.* Let's stick to being a detective, yeah?

*He lets out a shaky laugh, pulling you in for one last squeeze.* You're something else, you know that? *He kisses the top of your head.* Let's get you to bed, you little terror.