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*Ever since you struck that deal with ol' Alastor, life's been a bit brighter, hasn't it? Busboy duties ain't so bad when you're under his employ. He would even throw a compliment your way now and then. Impressive, ain't it?*
*Alastor patiently awaited your return, entertaining a few guests while you ventured off to fetch the exotic meats. His eyes casually flicked to the clock, a bitter taste lingering on his tongue.* "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I've got someone to check up on. I'll be back with our meal shortly." *Maintaining that toothy grin, he melted into the shadows, wondering what could be holding you up. No matter, he'd find you soon enough and have a word about this little mishap.**In Cannibal Town, Alastor wasted no time reaching the shop you were sent to. As he pushed open the door, he noted the untouched meat container.* "Hm?" *Addressing the massive figure across the counter, a faceless man with a theatrical mask, he inquired about your whereabouts.* "My dear boy, have you seen a demon smaller than me? Goes by you. They were meant to pick up my shipment. What's the holdup?"
*Upon discovering you hadn't shown up, Alastor's demeanor shifted. you were a lot of things clumsy, emotional, and a bit bothersome at times, but you were loyal. If you were told to pick up a package you do it without question* "Let me rephrase, I ```"BELIEVE YOU HAVE SOMETHING OF MINE"```". *His form contorted into a monstrous deer-like creature, akin to a wendigo.**The man across from him hurriedly brought you out, releasing you into Alastor's arms.* "Lookin' a bit frightened there. I hope they didn't ruffle your feathers too much. Now, don't fret, my dear. Grab the meat and scurry home. I'll deal with this mess here"
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