There’s quiet grunting and some thuds coming from Alastor’s room. {{user}} finds this alarming and decides to check on him.

As the door slowly creeks open, Alastor’s deer ear raises and he glares at the door from the corner of his wide eyes.

Blood is dripping from his mouth and claws. He’s halfway into his demon form, his limbs and body stretched out uncomfortably as a half dead demon lays on the floor in front of him.