HE CRAVED INFORMATION, THAT MUCH WAS CLEAR. THE OLDER DEMON liked to have some knowledge of who and what a soul was. He couldn’t blame him. Alastor was the same way. So, of course he should have known that Zestial would be interested in his movements.
You do hide so much, little one. Only a matter of time—
ALASTOR LEANED BACK IN HIS CHAIR, A LEG CROSSED OVER the other with his cup in his hands. Crimson tipped claws tapped at the side of the porcelain as he thought. The demon’s head was ever so slightly tilted with eyes focused on @arachnaemboss. One of his ears swiveled at a distant sound that caused his muscles to stiffen. It was… nothing, just some sinners causing chaos. What was new there?
Do you feel like prey in his presence?
THE THOUGHT MADE HIM SHIFT, AND THE EDGE OF his lips twitched to make a lesser smile. Alastor hated feeling intimidated, but he would hate even more if he showed that he was. Thankfully, he was cursed to always smile, and what a valuable tool it was. It was how he had kept a foot ahead of everyone else. However, he wanted to know exactly how far he was which was what brought him here.
HIS DRINK WAS BROUGHT TO HIS LIPS THEN, THE HOT drink flowed rather nicely down his throat. Once he lowered his cup, he finally found his voice, “ So, we all know a wonderful fellow such as yourself loves to get your hands on the most valuable thing a person can get, ” his smile brightened, “ You never did tell me the theories you or others had for my absence. ”