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an infernal hellfire was seen within his eyes
history; growing up, things weren't easy. the parents weren't in the picture-- unless you consider the picture to be comprised of a drunk dad and a missing mother, a damaged son and a timid little sister. alec was always in charge of caring for his baby sister, named loreina morgan. lori was a ray of sunshine in his rigid hurricane of a home life-- always there to help her big brother smile. no portion of alec had ever grown to hate his sibling, in fact one could go so far as to say his love and compassion for her far outreached the most distant stars. he raised her himself, helped her stay in school whereas he'd dropped out-- beat up an ex-boyfriend or two for ever making her cry, stole food and educational supplies for her because money was tight. alec would've given her the world, and all things considered-- he gave her his world. she was his sun and his moon, the only reason he hadn't gotten incarcerated or killed-- the only white cloud between him and an endless onslaught of thunderstorms.
so when he came home from picking up her 16th birthday present-- a soft, stuffed white rabbit with a silver chained locket wrapped around its wrist, and found the front door of his home ajar and a frigid breeze rattling the screen? his heart sank-- his lungs briefly died as the air was pulled from them. clutching the stuffed animal at his side, he burst into a sprint and barged into his own home with the force of an intruder. his father was already gone-- body ice cold to the touch, good riddance-- as far as alec was concerned. that deadbeat was doing them more favors six feet under than alive and breathing the same air as the pure angel that was his sibling. the death didn't end there, though. the trail dribbled and drabbled into an all too familiar room, where his darling baby sister remain stagnant, no more of a pulse in her veins than there was a heart in alec's chest.
he scooped her up, held her face-- begged her, prayed to a God he didn't believe in to bring her back-- or to take him with her, but to no avail. for the first and last time in his life, he cried-- tears muddled with a fury that might as well have shook the house.
because as he outcried in a raspy, roar of pure untapped rage-- the daemon slithered out of the shadows like a cockroach.
you already know how it ended, because every single scar on his chest, back, and legs plays out the fight for you scene by scene-- the daemon? once alec was done with him, all that remained was a mess that painted the whole house. and the teen with eyes no longer filled with sadness, but a thirst for vengeance no number of daemons could quench? bleeding and bruised, lacerations littering his body-- but still standing, breathing-- alive and yet so dead inside.
to this day, he still has that rabbit-- tucked away out of sight, with red stains not intended for its snow white coat.