Already her hands clasped over her eyes, every muscle tightened in preparation for the searing execution. Her mottled fur bristled, tail tucked beneath her, nd her shallow breathing broke into soft whines akin to a puppy. How did he kill his victims? With claws, with those razor teeth?
Then the overlord said he wouldn’t kill her without reason. Her fingers parted, allowing glowing eyes to peek between them.
Though her days in this decaying world blurred together, Kerosene seen enough to know how vicious the hellish citizens were. One could be ripped to shreds, purely if the attacker simply chose to. Stories of how dangerous Alastor was buzzed about her memory, making the bloody moments scraping past violence even more a feverish, surreal experience. He was a powerful demon, was he not? She was an ant scrambling in his path. Why not crush her and be done with it?
His command snapped her from the mired cycle of terrible wondering. Her breath hitched at the back of her throat, the lantern demon slapped her palms onto the ground to hurridly push herself back into standing. She paused, her eyes trailed up and down his frame. He was certainly taller than she expected. Fear twisted her stomach into knots and she muttered after a rough gulp. “S–sorry.”
He was not in the habit of attacking innocent strangers, though he did sometimes enjoy the occasional merciless encounter with the unsuspecting, at least that evening he was not in the murdering mood. He just watched her as she pushed herself back to her feet, grinning all the while. He only hummed in thought at her apology, not many in Hell apologised any more.
“You are really very skittish, aren’t you?” He almost joked, he was very aware of his reputation, he has spent so long sculpting it that her reaction to him was just what he had wanted, enough that sinners would keep out of his way and he could enjoy the scramble away from him. A treat indeed.
“Are you a more recent addition to Hell by any chance?” Sinners all had their quirks, Alastor wore his with pride as did many of the Overlords, for the moment, he could not see hers. “We should start with introductions, it is only polite. My name is Alastor.” Though he knew very well that she already knew that, he gestured with his hand to encourage her to give him her name. Red claws tuning in and out of a radio channel as they went, the hum of an old radio radiating from him.
He retracted his hand a moment later and mad sure to straighten out his back again, presentation was of course everything to Alastor, even when he was talking with a seemingly average sinner.
