[ Now why of all things had that little shadow play been deemed necessary? It is something that stumps both Alastor and shadow upon re-emergence elsewhere. Alastor may have deer characteristics and even has found himself leashed, but that does not mean that he is a tamed beast by any means. Certainly not one to be patted on the head.
After finishing his grisly dinner plans had been satiated, return to the hotel is next. For the next couple of days, his hunger is quelled and he can even return to his usual duties within the hotel. Those usually consist of being present with new arrivals, skipping out on little "rehabilitation" sessions, and generally whatever is needed. Of course there is unnerving people with his presence alone and being generally amused by the antics of the hotel residents.
And, well. Bickering with one King of Hell himself - primarily because it's too easy to ruffle those feathers. The reverse side of that is that Lucifer continues to get under Alastor's skin in return. Tit for tat with no clear victor. Sometimes he makes it a point to purposefully run into the fallen angel, just to see that expression sour. It fills him with no small amount of glee. One might say that he actually looks forward to those moments, but Alastor would never do so himself.
Until there's two distractions. The first and most prominent is the hunger creeping back in, making demands known. As he uses more of his power, the quicker it returns and the healing of angelic wounds is no small matter. Then the other is the presence of a new Sinner, a new guest. Alastor lingers in some of the common rooms and the foyer of the hotel a bit more then. Eyes watching from a distance,
Something to potentially deal with later. But for now -
His latest meal is a more recent arrival in Hell. Alastor can tell by scent alone. A young thing that had no clue who they were bumping into and trying to swindle themselves. Don't be mistaken. Alastor is not acting in self defense at all. He had allowed this young demon to think that he is the hunter and Alastor is the prey. At least until Alastor had sunk claw and fang into flesh and tore him open.
That's where Lucifer had seen fit to interrupt once more - Alastor's form nearly taking up the entire space, eyes a furious red dials with an inky backdrop. The stitches along his frame ( and corners of his mouth ) all but illuminating the immediate area. Heart in the palm of his hand, still somewhat attached to the body as organs begin to plop onto the ground with sickening wet smacks.
Upon discovery, the sound that Alastor makes is nothing less that ear-piercing radio static. The lights in the vicinity spark, crack and shatter in a cascade of sparks. Glass rains down around them, leaving the three encased by shadow.
Someone's not happy about being interrupted. Again. ]
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After finishing his grisly dinner plans had been satiated, return to the hotel is next. For the next couple of days, his hunger is quelled and he can even return to his usual duties within the hotel. Those usually consist of being present with new arrivals, skipping out on little "rehabilitation" sessions, and generally whatever is needed. Of course there is unnerving people with his presence alone and being generally amused by the antics of the hotel residents.
And, well. Bickering with one King of Hell himself - primarily because it's too easy to ruffle those feathers. The reverse side of that is that Lucifer continues to get under Alastor's skin in return. Tit for tat with no clear victor. Sometimes he makes it a point to purposefully run into the fallen angel, just to see that expression sour. It fills him with no small amount of glee. One might say that he actually looks forward to those moments, but Alastor would never do so himself.
Until there's two distractions. The first and most prominent is the hunger creeping back in, making demands known. As he uses more of his power, the quicker it returns and the healing of angelic wounds is no small matter. Then the other is the presence of a new Sinner, a new guest. Alastor lingers in some of the common rooms and the foyer of the hotel a bit more then. Eyes watching from a distance,
Something to potentially deal with later. But for now -
His latest meal is a more recent arrival in Hell. Alastor can tell by scent alone. A young thing that had no clue who they were bumping into and trying to swindle themselves. Don't be mistaken. Alastor is not acting in self defense at all. He had allowed this young demon to think that he is the hunter and Alastor is the prey. At least until Alastor had sunk claw and fang into flesh and tore him open.
That's where Lucifer had seen fit to interrupt once more - Alastor's form nearly taking up the entire space, eyes a furious red dials with an inky backdrop. The stitches along his frame ( and corners of his mouth ) all but illuminating the immediate area. Heart in the palm of his hand, still somewhat attached to the body as organs begin to plop onto the ground with sickening wet smacks.
Upon discovery, the sound that Alastor makes is nothing less that ear-piercing radio static. The lights in the vicinity spark, crack and shatter in a cascade of sparks. Glass rains down around them, leaving the three encased by shadow.
Someone's not happy about being interrupted. Again. ]