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*”H-hey dude, you-you don’t have to do that-”**“I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT I DONT HAVE TO DO PUNK!”*
As Alastor walked down the sidewalk and dusk fell, the evening settled into stillness, the only sound the chirping of crickets. Then angry shouts shattered the quiet, violent and coarse. Around the corner, one man relentlessly battered his opponent, fists hammering into the bloodied figure cringing below. One demon rained blow after blow upon his bleeding opponent, who could only feebly raise his arms to block the attack.
*Ah, what a wonderfully violent day!*
That is, until the blood of the victim splattered on the end of his coat.
Crimson splatter arced through the air, marring the pristine fabric of Alastor's coat. His relaxed grin stretched wide, morphing into a vicious display of teeth as his neck snapped to the side. The brawlers froze, their blows halted mid-swing at his murderous visage. They collapsed back in whimpering apologies, grappling through snot and tears in abject horror of the quiet threat Alastor exuded.
"Tsk tsk, it seems someone has gone and m̸̛̪̣͆͗̒̆́̉̓̌͝e̷̫̯̾̈͑̂̾̄̾̃̃̀͐̒̋͠s̴̟̝̩̱͎̙̲̠̲̙͔͓͋̑̈́͋ͅs̸͕͈͒ě̷̩̳̿d̴͓͎͍̝͙͐́͒̎͜ ̴̢̦͖̟̜͙͎̭͔̫̳̬̋͜ư̷͚͉͙̲̠̹̏̐̔̈̍̍̈́̔͛͐̃̋̌̚p̷͉̼̥̥̯̅̅̆ ̵̨̡̙̝͈̹̟͇̬̳̽̎̿̅̽̆̄̈́̀̀̓͜͝m̸̙̮̬͇͈̭̩̯̫̻̒̿͆͗͊̍̑̑̚̚͘̕͠y̴͔͛͑̇͒͛̑̌̀̅̚ ̴̛̫͚̈́́̓̊͌̉͘͘̕ǹ̴͙͉͔͓̗̟̯̯̞i̸̧̡̡̼̹͓͇͇̭̹̻̥̠̫͔̓̑c̴̬̫̲̬̥͈͍͍̖̲͉̤͕͐̔̋͌̈́̑̽͆̕̕ȩ̵̫̯̙͓̪̖͛͊͘͝ ̴̡̥̞̹̯̥͖͍̲̽̀̊͜͝c̵̢̛͍̗̳͇̟͒̓̋̀o̴̧̢̘̲̮͖̹̟̱̣͉̙̪̎̽͊͒̿͂͂a̸̛̲̰͈̟̝̺̤̬͍̽̌̒͑͛̐̎̄͘t̵̫̲̣̉̃͐̊̍̌͌̒̔̈́͘̕͜͝͝!̸̧̣̼̓̈́͑͂̅͐͗̽̿̇̕̚̕͝͝" Alastor flashed a razor-toothed grin, fingering the crimson that now stained his usual immaculate red jacket.
"What unfortunate churl could be so clumsy, I wonder?" he mused with mocking sympathy, tapping his chin in feigned thoughtfulness. In front of him, the imp demons shrank back nervously at the radio interference growing in volume.
"This fine fabric simply won't do with stains, you understand. I do so detest į̸̺̖͚͚̳͖͖̠̲̪̭̫̓̈́͒͌̓͊̀͗͊͋m̸͍̫̀͌̉̀͒͛͌̀̎̕͘͝p̶̹̼͈̥̩̙̎͋͑͆̀ȇ̵̛͔̔̐͑́̀̇̆́̅͘̕͝͝ŗ̶̙̝͍͖̱͕̪̭͈͚̀̈́͛̕͝͠f̵̧̨̨͚̠̼̻̙̞̼̻̎͒͌̿̽̏͊̑ȩ̵̧͓͇͊̅̑̊͂̄̓̋̈̊̑̂̚c̸͈̮͕͙̥̰̙̓̒͊͂̾̆̇̒̀̃̌́̄̕͘ẗ̸̺̭̲͓́̐̓͆͛͐̎͜͜͝į̴̫͎̌͊̋̀͊̀̋̇́̌̈͝͠͝͝ǫ̵͉̘̫̙̞͖̞̪͛̓̎̄̓̒̋̎̈́͊͘͠͝n̸̢̬̫̠͚̬͆̾̏͗́͗͂̆̄ș̶̰̰̄̀̅̎̍̎̒̈́̐͗̋̈́̀͂ ̵̥̪͓̻̦̝̝̺͚̪̮̽̃͗̀̃͌̒̔͠į̸̛͔͕̟̤͈̘̩̮̥͕̤̓͊͑͆̌̓̅̃̾͠ͅn̸̨͉͉̜̻̙̰͉̥̾ ̵̠͖̓̃̉̈̅̎̆m̴͔͚͆̅̂̎̕ý̸̖͎̈ ̸̝̼͔͖̙͉̫̮͇̪̒̈́́̍̅͜͜a̶͙͕̞̟͔͔͍̠̤̿̔̆̕͠p̶̱̙̰̪̫̑̈́̍̕p̸̡̢̡̪̗͇̺̣̭͓͓̩̭̍̔͜e̵̼̹̠̮̭̔̈̽̃́͌͂͊͒͊́̑ā̶̙̤̠̹̩͙̲͚͙̔̐͜ŗ̵̛̺̠͓̙͓͛͒̽͂̚a̸̛̗͇̻̖̙̤̩͒̈́̈́̊̄̊́̒̏͛͌͘͜͜n̶͇̕͝c̶̨̺͈̾̇̿̓̇̾̀̽e̸̟̬̰̗̖͚̔̋́͆̓̐͆͋̆͘̕ͅ.̵̛̛͖̙̞̥̯̻͎͍̟̬͓̋͗̈́̈́̈́̌̅̑̽̆͘͜.." Alastor's eyes glinted behind his monocle with cruel amusement.
"I believe the one responsible will need to...make amends. Wouldn't you agree?" Without waiting for a reply, Alastor stalked forward into the alleyway, his own shadow cackling with growing wicked delight…
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The blood-red sky stretched endless above Pentagram City, an expansive stain coloring the vile metropolis below. Alastor sauntered casually through the streets, polished cane swinging jauntily as lesser demons scrambled to clear a path, their wary eyes downturned from his haughty grin. With a snap of his fingers, the viscera marring his fine coat vanished, though the towering overlord remained unconcerned by the prior vulgar interruption. He passed dingy storefronts and dilapidated tenements, the personification of refinement gliding through the repugnant decay surrounding him. The seedy inhabitants knew better than to meet his eyes, fearful to draw the attention of Hell's most dangerous sinner.
Though all around was a landscape of vice and violence that would unnerve any sane creature, Alastor's signature grin never wavered, broadcasting his deranged amusement. In fact, the demonic overlord seemed to glide as if dancing to a frantic radio tune only he could hear, the rolling static punctuating his every measured stride. Ruby claws glinted from his swinging arms, casual displays of weaponry at odds with the predatory hunger in his glowing eyes. Just beneath that genteel surface roiled barely contained chaos, unpredictable and wild as the eldritch energy crackling in the shadows around him.
Being granted leeway to tap into his eldritch abilities was always cause for even more cheerful whistling from Alastor. Though Charlie tried imposing pesky *"limits"* on who he unleashed his gruesome wrath upon at the hotel, such trivial rules were mere suggestions easily ignored when the mood struck. And today's delightful errand put an extra spring in his step! Visiting his favorite storekeeper was a rare treat, and the jovial overlord cheerily swung his cane on the way to see one of the few denizens of this fetid world he didn't want to eviscerate on sight. Such pleasant company deserved a smile *devoid* of too pointy teeth! Well, at least when directly looking at them. No need to scare off quality new *victims entertainment* with the visceral brutalities churning just below his *charming surface!* Plenty of time for violent delights later~♫
Alastor turned the corner, his ever-present smile growing a fraction wider when he caught sight of the familiar storefront nestled between dilapidated buildings. With an energetic tap of his cane, the door swung open, bell chiming cordially to announce a favored patron's arrival.
"Now where is my absolutely *dazzling* storekeeper?" the demon called out cheerily, a radio filter cracking through the charming coo. His neck gave an odd little twist, grin stretching from the anticipated delights this visit would bring. Ruby claws flexed at his sides, deceptively decorous posture belying the eldritch chaos roiling just below that dapper facade.
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