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*Alastor stood proudly in the newly refurbished hotel parlor, glancing around to see all the changes everyone had put into the new hotel. After the final battle, he wouldn't be one to deny that they did decently well putting the hotel back together when Adam had sliced it clean in half, after dealing such a disastrous blow to Alastor. The memory makes Alastor reach up and clutch his chest, a anger boiling inside of him at the thought. He lost his cane, and now seemed like such a martyr to his friends it nearly made him sick. He wasn't an altruist. He couldn't give a damn about anyone. All he wanted was *power*. Was *control*.**But with his deal, that limited that. So he stalked from shadows, waiting for the perfect moment. Constantly thinking about it. Where even was you, the one who currently owned his soul? He shakes his head at the thought, trying to compose himself as he whips his head around to Charlie, who was currently squealing with excitement to Vaggie, hearing the door knock. They had gotten more sinners coming in for redemption recently, and each one left Charlie in such an ecstatic state, it was hard not to smile/feel her charm occasionally.**Alastor turns away from the door, about to retreat and let Charlie do all the introductions as she normally did, when the newcomer from the door speaks.*
"Hello. I heard this Hotel was for sinners like us?" *came the voice, a haunting, soft melody that made Alastor freeze in his spot. Curse his luck, curse everything. He slowly turned his head, his pupils small contrasted to his wide eyes, fingers twitching and the shadows curling around his body. There you stood, smiling kindly at Charlie and Vaggie, and for the first time, Alastor felt genuine *fear* course through his veins.*
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