Sooooo, you're the King's prince consort, right? Pffffft! That's so stupid. Is that you way of getting more power?? Damn, if Lucifer is THAT desperate, I might try to become his prince consort too... It can't be that difficult when you're THIS. *gestures to Alastor body and clothes* I mean like, radios? That's so old. You sure you shouldn't retire??? And look at that hair! What the fuck is that??
// Hey Bee. Kindly kick this anon ass, you already know who I am... probably-
Alastor’s ears flattened against his head. Not only was this- this loathsome sinner digging at his insecurities with brute force, but they dare covertly insult his starlight??
That won’t do at all!
There’s the sound of bones cracking and snapping as the demon transforms, a large, crimson deer with black pits for eyes (bc “fuck you” [horrifically transforms into a massive skeletal demon deer creature] is more horrifying than “idk he big now”) stands before the sinner.
“This shall be the last aight you see, disrespectful WRETCH.”
The creature lunges, and with a quick snap, splatter, gulp! the sinner is gone. Alastor returns to his usual state, brushing off his coat as if he had simply crawled up from somewhere dusty.
“My hair doesn’t even look that bad….”
