𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐚𝐝

Vincent Whittman would do anything for Alastor, not in a constantly submissive, puppydog sort of way, but in the far more insidious sense that he is so utterly fixated on becoming the center of Alastor’s world that he wants to make himself indispensable to its very existence, until every comfort, every necessity, every avenue of escape leads inevitably back to him, until that devotion becomes mutual dependency. His God Complex is rooted in that desperate need to be worshipped, to become the singular force capable of sustaining something he cannot entirely possess, and Alastor absolutely adores feeding into it, offering just enough reverence to encourage Vincent’s delusions of divinity while delighting in the knowledge that a god who needs to be worshipped is already on his knees.