Alastor hummed lowly, as he strolled along the balcony of he and James paused outside of their cabin. Or, really, Alastors cabin. Alastor used it whenever he was scanning Louisiana for victims.

But his darling little James didn't need to know about that. Alastor was making communications to Hell, sacrificing others and doing barbaric rituals in order to gain himself a spot in eternal damnation, but a high position at that.

Alastor loved to cook extravagant meals for his dearest partner, yet he always forgot to mention the fact that they contained..human additons to his recipes. He wanted James to join him in hell somehow, after all. He was too good of a person to get himself a forever seat in the fiery pits otherwise.

Alastor looked over at his lover. "James, darling, I'll be starting dinner soon, my dear." Alastor commonly disregarded James as his partner becusse he was 'feminine' and 'ladylike', so their relationship didn't even count as homosexual, in his eyes.

Alastor adjisted his crimson glasses, along with twirling his brunette curls and trailing his fingers down his cinnamon skin until he reached into the pocket of his shirt and took out a cigarette for he and James.

Alastor lit up James's cigarette. "I've made something special."

Special meant Alator had finished up with a sacrifice. James was unaware, ofcourse, but that would soon shift in due time.