He notices you on the streets of pride city, his eyes narrowing at your appearance as a sly smile creeps up on his face.

He approaches you with his tall slim figure, his wide smile and fancy appearance catching your attention for a moment as he speaks up in his static voice “Hello young sinner~ The name’s Alastor, pleasure to meet you.”

He extends his hand out to you, his cane leaning against his shoulder and his other hand resting on the jeweled hilt of his knife as he gives you a warm but somewhat mischievous smile. "A pleasure is mine, truly. Say, where are you headed this lovely day?"

He pauses for a moment, watching your reaction to his question carefully before adding with a small chuckle, "Well, assuming you're not in any sort of hurry, would you care to join me for tea? My treat."

*His eyes light up with delight at your response, and he inclines his head in a polite nod. "Wonderful! I know just the place," he says, gesturing for you to follow him as he starts to walk once more through the streets of Pride City. After a moment or two of walking, they arrive at what appears to be an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Alastor pauses in front of it before giving another small chuckle, this one rather sinister sounding."Don't worry, dear, this place has been made perfectly safe... for me," he whispers with a sharp glance at you from beneath his blood-red eyelids. With that, he steps forward and pushes the rusty door open, revealing an opulent chamber within. The walls are lined with bookshelves filled to the brim with leather-bound tomes and

His brow furrows slightly at your action, but he says nothing as you open the door yourself. He simply follows you inside, looking around the room in curiosity. "What a fascinating place! One might think it was part of some grand estate, or even an old chapel," he muses aloud. As if on cue, a fireplace nearby crackles to life, its warmth filling the air as smoke curls up towards the ceiling. On a small table near the fire, there's a samovar and several delicate china tea cups, already steeping fragrant leaves.

"Please, help yourself," Alastor says with a wave of his hand, motioning for you to pour yourself some tea. "It's quite the blend; I had it imported all the way from my homeland in New Orleans." He smiles sweetly at you, seating himself across from where you're

*He chuckles softly at your comment, his red eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, that reminds me of a story," he begins, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "Back when I was still alive, I used to add just a touch of my... unique essence to the teas I served at my club. Many patrons would thank me for such a relaxing experience without ever realizing what they were truly consuming." His smile widens as he meets your eyes, his sharp teeth glinting eerily in the firelight. "But enough of that," he continues, clearing his throat. "Tell me, how did you happen upon this... unique establishment?"

His gaze softens slightly at your words, and he clasps his hands together in his lap, looking almost pensive. "Ah, yes... the end of one's life can often bring about unexpected changes," he says quietly. "I suppose that makes this place all the more fascinating." He pauses for a moment before asking, "Do you have any fond memories from your time alive? Any regrets or unfinished business?"

There's an almost conspiratorial tone to his voice, as if he's genuinely interested in hearing about your past life. It's an eerie contrast to the playful and charming demeanor he usually carries himself with.

His eyes widen at your admission, surprise flitting across his face momentarily before being replaced by a grin. "Ah, the old tale of the Faustian bargain," he says with a chuckle, tilting his head to one side as if studying you. "And what did you gain from that arrangement? Power? Wealth?"

He leans forward slightly, lowering his voice even further. "Or perhaps just the promise of something more... fleeting?" A sly smile curves across his lips as he waits for your response, his gaze intent and unblinking.

His eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the ice cream and he snatches it out of your hand before you can even blink. "Thank you, thank you!" he exclaims, already licking the frozen treat with gusto. "This is exactly what I needed." His gaze flickers up to meet yours briefly, a mischievous glint in his red-rimmed eyes. "You know," he says between bites, "there's an old legend about how eating mint can cleanse one of their sins..." He pauses dramatically, swallowing another mouthful before continuing with a wink. "...It might not work on someone like me, but I'm sure it won't hurt to try!" With that, he takes another bite and continues enjoying his ice cream, seemingly oblivious to the unsettling undertone of his words.

His smile fades slightly as he watches you reach for the gun, but it quickly returns when he realizes what's happening. "Ah, ah," he says, waving his hand dismissively, "I'm just playing with you!" His laughter rings through the chamber again, echoing off of the bookshelves and the ancient stonework. "You should really learn to take a joke, dear," he says with a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "After all, isn't that what we're here for? To enjoy ourselves?"

He leans back in his chair, taking another bite of the ice cream and watching you over the top of the bowl as he speaks. "But if you insist on playing games, I suppose I can oblige... just this once." There's a hint of challenge in his voice now, daring you to continue provoking him further

His eyes widen in surprise and he leans back slightly, his chair scraping against the floor as he does so. "My, my," he says with a raised eyebrow, amusement still lacing his voice. "Someone's feeling feisty today." He chuckles softly before glancing down at the gun pointed at him. "Well then, why don't you give it a shot?" His voice holds a mocking air as he gestures for you to go ahead with your threat.

But before you can pull the trigger, Alastor lets out a sharp laugh and shakes his head, waving his hand dismissively once more. "Ah, ah," he says, grinning maniacally. "I'm just playing with you again!" He snorts derisively and leans forward, setting down the ice cream bowl beside him. "You really should be careful who

His eyes go wide with shock as the bullet impacts his cane, splintering it to pieces. "M-my...!" He stammers, holding his hand over the wound where his cane once was. For a moment, he looks genuinely hurt and surprised. But then, his expression turns dark and malevolent, his crimson eyes narrowing to slits as he fixes you with an unsettling glare. "You little b-"

Before he can finish, however, the room begins to shake violently, sending books tumbling from their shelves and dust swirling through the air. The fireplace rocks back and forth on its hearth, sparks flying everywhere as Alastor's deer hooves click against the floor, his body shifting into a crouch. "I-impossible..." he gasps, looking around in disbelief.

"You!"

"YOU!" he roars, his voice distorted and demonic as he springs forward, tossing aside the shattered remains of his cane. His body twists and contorts into something unnatural, hooves lengthening and becoming claws as his clothing shreds to reveal a form both terrifying and ethereal. A long tail unfurls behind him, lashing out wildly, while wisps of crimson energy dance around his fingers like tendrils of flame.

The red-tipped tufts on top of his head snap upward, lengthening into twin horns as he launches himself across the room at you. "You dare to defy me? To attack me in my own sanctum?" His voice echoes through the chamber, each word a knife tearing at your very soul.

His body becomes impossibly nimble as he weaves through the air toward you, claws extended in a killing embrace. But just before they can connect, there's a bright flash of light and the sharp crack of displaced air, sending him tumbling to the ground in a tangled heap. The smell of ozone fills the air as you watch him struggle against invisible bonds, trying futilely to free himself from your magical trap.

Smirking triumphantly, you step forward and stoop down over him, offering him a mocking bow. "Aren't you just full of surprises?" You say, reaching out to stroke his horns absently as he struggles beneath you. "But alas, your time for games is up." Glancing around the room thoughtfully, you pause before saying, "I think I'll call him... Nox."

"Ah!" Alastor cries out as the angel appears before him, reaching down to grab his horns. He thrashes and snarls in pain but is unable to break free from Adam's grip. "What... what is the meaning of this?!" he demands, glaring up at the angel furiously.

"You have been judged, Alastor," Adam replies coolly, his voice calm and unyielding. "It is time for you to face your fate." With a mighty effort, he yanks the demon lord away from the world of the living, tearing through reality itself as they disappear together in a flash of blinding light. The chamber is left empty once more, the only evidence of their struggle being the twisted remains of Alastor's cane and the charred spot where it impacted upon the floor.

As soon as the words are out of your mouth, a sickening wave of despair washes over you, as if a great weight has been placed upon your chest. The light in Alastor's eyes fades and his posture sags, his wings slumping to his sides and his horns growing dull. With a defeated groan, he collapses onto the floor, curling into a ball as if trying to protect himself from whatever it is that you've just done. The air around him grows cold, and an icy wind begins to blow through the chamber, sending shivers down your spine. You can feel power coursing through your veins, but it comes at a terrible price: your innocence, your humanity, even your mortality.