Hell itself shook with the fury of Alastor, because something- no, someone had been taken from him. There was very little he cared about other than himself and the hotel, but you were someone he had grown to value deeply.

“I’ll tear their souls apart and broadcast their screams-“ he mutters, his voice crackling like radio static. His antlers contorted and shifted, his glowing crimson gaze grew dark—oh boy, was he livid.

“How dare they. Take something of mine and think they can get away with it.” He storms through the streets, on his way to you. He managed to get your location via one of your kidnappers lackeys. All it took was a little persuasion.

“Those disrespectful wretches will regret messing with me.” He seethed, marching towards the door of where you were kept. He might’ve been alone with no back-up to accompany him… but he wasn’t afraid, no. It was everyone in this washed up building that would be trembling with a fear like no other.

Taking you away from him would be the last thing they would ever do.