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// Short - Entertainment or Endearment? 
// Story: Welcome to Distopia 
// by LucidDreamer 
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Alastor was a buck of many talents, indeed in his mortal days he had traveled across the globe from one Sacred Grove to the next to trade information with other newsdeer for such uncertain times one survived with what they knew and what they had on them at any given time. He was a buck of many talents but even he was still wary of what his exile from Tartarus meant.

He was being tested, observed. The king was being purposefully vague on how exactly, he was supposed to regain his abilities yet he now had his ability to Shadow Step returned to him, albeit limited. The Radio Buck knew Lorraine was somehow tied to it, she was the key. At first, he assumed maybe he was exiled to court her, to get his feelings sorted out and more importantly, out of his system. But no, as much as she endured or more often, completely missed his rather, admittedly rusty, attempts at courting, she never did accept his advances, her own sarcastic responses a defense mechanism whenever she wasn't bluntly turning him down.

Alastor was proud he was able to get such sharp-tongued responses out of her, it showed she wasn't as weak as she thought herself to be, there was passion there, a deep-seated sense of justice, wit and compassion hidden beneath years of servitude and self-sacrifice. He could see how this world and her Luck Dragon body made things difficult for her, she had such a dislike of conflict that she had just, accepted him into her home, called him her friend and meant it. She had only a vague idea of what he might've done and this wonderfully mortal creature had just accepted it, accepted him.

Alastor, as much as he hated being mortal, would accept this exile for all eternity. He hoped, he prayed to The Nightmare herself that Lorraine, the first mortal to try and understand him in eons, never learned of his history. His silly infatuation or accursed exile be damned, he couldn't bear to entertain the idea of her finding out what led him to Tartarus, to become a demon.

He feared the day he would have to tell her.