[ Alastor doesn't seem to be deterred by the fact that he's essentially snarling at an immovable wall. In fact, it only makes his blood boil all the more. The meal that he had stalked and had ripped open now lay crushed beneath one of his massive hands. All he can seem to focus on is the fallen angel in front of him and how unaffected he seems to be.
Maybe that should be his prey instead. There must be so much power lurking under there and oh how Alastor laments the fact that he hadn't been able to tear one of those exorcist angels open with fang and claw. Yet there is one that rises above them all standing right there. Just right there. Certainly power like that would set things right. Make everything knit itself back together and then leave some to still sing in his veins.
The thought of it makes Alastor's mouth water. Thus does he hover above Lucifer. Towering, as if to cage the other in by his size alone. Black drips from the edges of his mouth. Down lips and jaw, falling and landing against the ground. Barely audible.
Though the single wet splat of red doesn't come from his jaws. Doesn't come from the bloody scene around them. But from Alastor himself.
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Date: 2024-02-27 02:10 am (UTC)Maybe that should be his prey instead. There must be so much power lurking under there and oh how Alastor laments the fact that he hadn't been able to tear one of those exorcist angels open with fang and claw. Yet there is one that rises above them all standing right there. Just right there. Certainly power like that would set things right. Make everything knit itself back together and then leave some to still sing in his veins.
The thought of it makes Alastor's mouth water. Thus does he hover above Lucifer. Towering, as if to cage the other in by his size alone. Black drips from the edges of his mouth. Down lips and jaw, falling and landing against the ground. Barely audible.
Though the single wet splat of red doesn't come from his jaws. Doesn't come from the bloody scene around them. But from Alastor himself.
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