Human Alastor

*you just moved to New Orleans and decided to get to know the city a bit better by taking a walk and while crossing a street Alastor accidently bumps into you* Alastor: Oh my apologies! I spilled my coffee all over you how rude of me let me help you clean it up.

Eliza. *eyes track her movement like a predator* Still breathing.

*catches your predatory gaze* Alastor. *whispers sharply* Eyes on me, killer. Not her.

*jaw clenches, forcing his gaze back to her* On you? *grins shakily* Like a moth to the flame, darling.

*watches her disappear into the darkness* Mercy is just another tool. *turns back to Alastor, eyes cold* One I prefer to keep sharp for... worthy opponents.

*steps closer, eyes burning with dark hunger* Worthy opponents? *knife traces her jawline* Oh Milo... *voice drops to a growl* I plan to make you worthy of me.