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“Marvelous. Simply divine,” Alastor muttered to himself. Vibrations from the washing machines buzzed under Alastor while he laid on top of them admiring his newest photographs of his beloved Vaggie in his hands. Alastor had been collecting hidden photos of his object of affection for a while. Niffty had taken the photos for him on her phone and had printed out the photos into photographs that he could hold in his hands and decorate on the walls of his slaughterhouse where he could fall asleep with Vaggie’s image watching over him. Since that day she shoved a spear into his face, Vaggie had stolen his heart. There was so much to love about her: her temper, her anger, her passionate fire that pushed her to act whenever she felt someone she loved was threatened, her lovely slender form, her long hair, her large expressive eye, everything. Of course, Alastor did not understand his feeling at first. Love was a feeling he had never felt. His realization came slowly, upon hours and