tw: violence, gore + blood.
there’s a stiffness to their stance ; wooden - like almost. this strange phenomenon is further supported by the sound of cracking and splintering wood matching their movements. dark ichor dripping from those yellow canines in the aftermath of their bloody feast. the decapitated head of the soul that the demon’s claws latch onto hanging on to their body by remaining tendons and spine, howling into oblivion as the warden raises the prisoner’s mouth to their ear, relishing in the wails of the damned.
glee filled dark eyes blinking at their visitor upon the queen’s entrance, Alastor turns their head to the side, tongue lapping against their teeth and lips as their grip tightens against their play thing’s skull before ripping the head free from the body in a decoration of blood pooling at their feet. the screaming has yet to cease and the Overseer chuckles at the spine slapping against their leg though, they should really tend to their royal guest.
they begin moving again body jerking abnormally like if one were to witness a broken film skipping and attempting to piece itself together. a dark heel would lift and give the decapitated body at their feet a helpful push into the sludge filled river as Alastor tosses the remains, the shrieking head, into the same darkness. the sinner would emerge a moment later, swimming to the other side of the river and coming out unscathed as if their torso has never been separated from their neck prior. the sinner would run in desperation before talons from the sky would pluck them up and carry them high into the clouds, their screams fading from existence.
Alastor stands at proper, the lingering behaviour of their true form reflecting in a final broken jerk forward to bow at their majesty, glitch and static rippling over their form as red locks fall over their face like a curtain to conceal transformation. when they stand their features are graced with eyeliner and red lipstick, a day dream hiding the nightmare beneath a pretty face.
❛ I would have scheduled the torture of our new arrivals to coincide with your own if I knew you would be visiting today my liege but, I’m certain I can entertain you in other ways. ❜
