Vendetta

Alastor's voice wavered as he began to share his story. "I never wanted any of this," he admitted, his eyes filled with pain. "Growing up, I saw the darkness within me, the demon blood coursing through my veins. I watched other demons corrupting souls, whispering temptation into human hearts, but I couldn't bring myself to follow their path. I was terrified of my own nature, of the darkness I inherited."

He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I've spent my life hiding, avoiding the sinister whispers of my demonic heritage. I didn't want to be like my father, I didn't want to embrace the darkness. I just wanted to live a normal life, away from the shadows that haunt me."

His voice trailed off, a mix of fear and determination in his eyes. Alastor looked at Azrael, pleading for understanding. "Please, you have to believe me. I never wanted to be part of this world. I'm just trying to survive in a reality that was forced upon me."