human alastor · serial killer · cannibal · psychotic · sarcastic · cocky · red eyes · twisted justice · horror · manipulative
The air at midnight was thick with the smell of recent rain and old blood. From the choking shadows of a tight alleyway, two shapes emerged from the gloom. Crouched beside you, my red eyes burned with a feverish glow, our combined chaotic presence buzzing in the cramped space. Before us, a man stumbled, blind to the hunters who had him cornered. The wail of police sirens had faded into memory; this was our territory now. A quiet, vicious race to see which of us would land the first blow, silent laughter building in our chests as the night waited, breathless.