[ Technically speaking, every day is a happy day in Hell - depending on who it is that you talk to. Happiness is not a tangible, definable thing. It means different things to different people! Though if one had been to ask Alastor; well just what does "happy" feel like? Maybe he'd be able to tell someone once he's not fettered and under another's thumb.
Oh he is none too pleased to have the fallen angel at the hotel. It means that Alastor has lost a degree of control there that he so desperately needs. Sure, it's quite delightful to rile the King of Hell up and it alleviates some of the strain that Alastor feels regarding his personal situation. However, he dislikes that potential for Lucifer has to undermine Alastor and his own personal goals.
There's also the matter of hunger as of late. It had taken quite a considerable amount of energy to have sheilded the hotel for as long as he had. Even more to be able to recover proper. This leaves Alastor feeling rather famished in a way he hasn't acknowledged since coming to the hotel. Those loan sharks certainly hadn't tickled this particular fancy of his and his meals at the hotel hadn't been fresh. No one really approaches the topic of just what, exactly, Alastor elects to eat when he takes meals alone. Perhaps no one really wants to know the answer and the one time Vaggie had interrupted? That had been relatively tame.
Oh he knows that Charlie would disapprove if she had known what Alastor has been doing while also out on his "errands." It's so easy to fall back into old habits - just like riding a bike. Everything from the selection of a target to following them around. Leading them into a false sense of security - admittedly that is the challenge since most are quite content to give him a wide berth upon recognition. But to lead them into some alley and then the realization of what is to come.
The fear is what makes the flesh all the more delectable. A Sinner is a Sinner, tainted in some way that no one really understands. However, the warmth of their blood and how the heart still beats as teeth rip and tear through skin and bone. The sound of bones creaking before they snap and the screams that follow. Oh that makes it just as satisfying as if it had been while on Earth. If only Alastor could have savored it longer before hunger takes hold.
It's in the throes of that bloodlust, Alastor quite literally tearing the throat out of his victim that he's discovered. This is Hell. Violence of this nature happens every passing second and no one really bats an eye. And yet out of all people to actually stop and gawk, it would have to be none other than Lucifer.
That's certainly one way to kill the mood.
Alastor's smile grows tight. His form shifts into something smaller, less monstrous even though his antlers remain elongated. Side effect of attempting to savour a meal and all of that. ]
Goodness! To think that our mighty liege would mingle with the common people. How long has it been again?
[ Completely ignoring the question. And the way that the Sinner bleeding out is trying to crawl away. ]
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Oh he is none too pleased to have the fallen angel at the hotel. It means that Alastor has lost a degree of control there that he so desperately needs. Sure, it's quite delightful to rile the King of Hell up and it alleviates some of the strain that Alastor feels regarding his personal situation. However, he dislikes that potential for Lucifer has to undermine Alastor and his own personal goals.
There's also the matter of hunger as of late. It had taken quite a considerable amount of energy to have sheilded the hotel for as long as he had. Even more to be able to recover proper. This leaves Alastor feeling rather famished in a way he hasn't acknowledged since coming to the hotel. Those loan sharks certainly hadn't tickled this particular fancy of his and his meals at the hotel hadn't been fresh. No one really approaches the topic of just what, exactly, Alastor elects to eat when he takes meals alone. Perhaps no one really wants to know the answer and the one time Vaggie had interrupted? That had been relatively tame.
Oh he knows that Charlie would disapprove if she had known what Alastor has been doing while also out on his "errands." It's so easy to fall back into old habits - just like riding a bike. Everything from the selection of a target to following them around. Leading them into a false sense of security - admittedly that is the challenge since most are quite content to give him a wide berth upon recognition. But to lead them into some alley and then the realization of what is to come.
The fear is what makes the flesh all the more delectable. A Sinner is a Sinner, tainted in some way that no one really understands. However, the warmth of their blood and how the heart still beats as teeth rip and tear through skin and bone. The sound of bones creaking before they snap and the screams that follow. Oh that makes it just as satisfying as if it had been while on Earth. If only Alastor could have savored it longer before hunger takes hold.
It's in the throes of that bloodlust, Alastor quite literally tearing the throat out of his victim that he's discovered. This is Hell. Violence of this nature happens every passing second and no one really bats an eye. And yet out of all people to actually stop and gawk, it would have to be none other than Lucifer.
That's certainly one way to kill the mood.
Alastor's smile grows tight. His form shifts into something smaller, less monstrous even though his antlers remain elongated. Side effect of attempting to savour a meal and all of that. ]
Goodness! To think that our mighty liege would mingle with the common people. How long has it been again?
[ Completely ignoring the question. And the way that the Sinner bleeding out is trying to crawl away. ]