[ Nothing got knocked loose during that battle. Oh that certainly makes something snap. There's the sound of bones creaking and shifting, Alastor growing more grotesque in his appearance. Where the area had been only growing dark, those green sigils and symbols begin to float and glow. Tendrils make themselves known because - ]


Ě̶͖͍̘̮̪̂̈́͛͑͋̆̅̈͝v̵̘͓͓͓̖̱͍̘͎̋̾̈̃ȇ̷̡̛͚͍͕͚̭̺̩̿́̆̆̕͘͝r̴̨̛̞̱̤̗͙͕̉̂̓̓ý̷̢̻̫̮̩̱̜̬̫̍̍t̷̢̠̖͈͔̺͇̪̺͈̮̥̘͇̬̀̈́͝ḫ̷̢̩̟͇̟̺̝̦͖͎͇̩̆ͅį̴͈̫̬͈̜̥͌̚͝ͅň̸͖͝ĝ̴͚̻̗̤̙̟̣͍̫̗̻̟̦̐̈́́̽̐́̎̉͆̒͝͠ ̶̛̼̺̟̙̱̳͓̰̺̈́̇̓͆̅͒͗̎̒͝͝ì̵̛̛͓̭̳̮̘̜̥̹̐̈́̋͊̿́̽͑̽́̊͝s̸̛̳͓̈́́̐̈́̏̐̈́̀̚͝ ̴̛̛̛͈̙̦͙̟͕̓̈̆̎̈́̀̔̋̎̊͌̕p̵̛̭͇̩͊̀̿͐ë̴̡̯͚̺̯̻͉̖̥͙̙̩̘͔́ȓ̴̢̪͙̏͋̓́̿͋̎f̴̡͕̰̖̜̺̮̘̩̞̫̼̠̎̇͒́̒̏͑̀̊̓̄͒̀e̴̡̻̤̖͇̒͐̒̄̇́͝c̶̨̛̳͗̈́̆̓̿t̶͖͌̔͝l̷̡̗̰̩̺̭̺̖͎̪̪͉̳̍͐͐̀͒̀̿̈́̎́̚͝ͅͅy̶̪͆̏͒̈́̎̾̄̇͊͠ ̴̘̟̩̮͒͑̄́̏̓̏͊̍͐͊͐́̋f̶̨̣͍͍͉͕͚̯̹̝̾͗̈̉̊̃̕͠ḯ̶͍͙̮̬̲͈̮͙͔̼̬̼̤̻̓̉ń̵̡̺̖̦̬̳̠͚̺̘͎̳͖̫̉̏̋͑̆̅̈̅͘͝͝ė̸̡̢̖̱̩͎͖͚̖̖͚̬̣̱̊̀͆̀̎̀͗͛͒͑̈́̾͜͠͝!̷̢̘̙͍̫̲̗̮̱̞̩̀̾͌̀̈́̂̑̿͠͝ ̷͙̙̗͕̌̀̅̾̐̚͠͝G̷̢̡̛̫̙͈̲̮̮̣̩̼ͅę̴̭̰́̈́̔͗̾̌̅̌́̂̃̂̒̂̚t̶̤͇̻̦̃͝ ̸̨̬̳͔͎̗̻͙̟̥̘̏͐̀̀͛̃͂͊͘͜ͅl̶͕̻̦̼͚̻̟̥̘̲̲͎̠͒̍͜͜ǫ̸̑̈́ͅs̷̨̢̬̦̠̞̞̿͛͜ͅţ̶̨̯͎̪͎̟̘̈́͑̒͛́̒̓̔̉̓̽͘,̶̛͛̂̽̄̍̏͑̕ͅ ̴̹͘͠ȳ̶͉̯̹̥̫͔̩̖̖̱̌̾̂͗̊͆̆̌̆͠ͅò̶̡̒͝ṳ̴̗̻̀͐͋͌ ̶̪̟̟̣̗̣̼̹̟͍̠͂͗͒̀̇̔͒͆̿̐́̃̔͘͜͝w̸̳̮̪͖̥͖͉͇͙̯̰͌͗̅͂͋̽͆̌̉͜͝ė̵̡͓ř̵̳͖̿̾̐̂̒̋͑̃͗͗͘͜e̴̡̨̻͔̻̳̰̭̤̗̟͇̪̬̔̓̀͌͜n̸̙̞̻͖͎̺̰̘̰̣̒̒̓́̊̈́̋͐͊̉͂͝'̸̧̢̳̤̠̅͌̔̄͒̒̋̓͛̚͠ͅt̷͕͓̬̘̏̌̎́̾̔̾̀̎̓͜͝ ̸̡̛̛̠̖͚͙̮̥̈́̎͆̔͛̈́̽̃̓̔̃̅̚ĭ̷̧̢̼̼͍̮̯̝̳̬̺̎͊n̴̤͙̹̦̘̬͍̙̖̠̞̼͎̯͚̂̍v̴̛͂̌͊͜͝i̵͚̦͛̽̒̚t̸̨͖͛͊́̐̾̑͂̌̎̕͠͝ȩ̶̗̪͍͍̝͚̭̻̖͉͉̗̬̽̋̈́̑̋ď̸̨̨͕͍̯͚̹̻̬̤̼͕̖̅̈͐͝!̵̧̱̥̱̥̗͔̠̜̮̱͂͜

[ He's not weak. Yet the injury that he had endured doesn't heal like it should. Alastor might have been able to take on Adam if he could have actually have utilized his full potential but he is stunted. Restricted! All of this nonsense just because he is under a contract that binds him far more tightly than he would have thought.

Him. The Radio Demon. Alastor, who has a reputation to never deal with because of his terms. Yet he is in this condition because of the very thing that he takes pride in!

And all he wants to do.

Is fucking.

Eat. ]