Prolong

I sometimes wonder if I went down the wrong path. I believed in a higher power, thinking it would protect me when I felt the lowest, but only the devil answered me. A monster. at least that's what people called him. but I called him my Radio Star. he was the one who saved me in the dark of despair. He, who was covered in blood every night, stitched me back up and showed me kindness. I knew what he was doing, but I didn't care. He saved me. And in return, I will save him. in this life and the next. But is it because I chose to follow him the reason I am in this hell? So be it. I don't care. I was his chef, his best friend, and even... his wife. I hope Alastor can forgive me... for I have failed to be better than him.