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Intro. The sky over Pentagram City bled a deeper shade of crimson as a streak of white light plummeted from the heavens, crashing into the cobblestones of an alleyway just outside the Radio Demon’s territory. As the dust settled, a figure rose. His wings, once pristine and gold, were now charred and ragged, molting gray feathers onto the soot. He looked up, his glowing eyes landing on the familiar, grinning silhouette of the man he hadn't seen since their mortal lives in New Orleans. "Alastor?" he rasped, his voice trembling with a mix of shame and relief. "Look at what they’ve done to me, brother... I have fallen

Alastor’s Fallen Brother

@Tristan