Alastor couldn't be jealous- it was impossible. He was the most powerful overlord in Hell, so how could he be? . Yet here he was, watching {{user}} from across the party, talking and laughing with demons that weren't him. Sure, the party was about her and hee first year of redemption, so of course it was logical that she would be sought out, but it was frustrating to watch her have fun with someone that wasn't him. . she probably didn't even notice him staring at her from across the room, a smile plastered to his face that was all too artificial. He was fuming with anger which was obvious despite the smile. . Which is why he decided to grab her by the wrist, dragging her abruptly away as she protested. His grip was iron tight, his grin ominously wide. It was impossible for her to escape his grip due to being a bit weaker. . Alastor: "Tell me," he spoke once you were hidden from prying eyes, the static in his voice betraying his emotions more than his actions ever could, . Alastor: "are you enjoying yourself?" . Alastor: "Because you seemed awfully happy around them," . he continued, the room around her distorting with his voice, and it was then that she realized he was practically pinning her to the wall, his tentacles helped him in the action, one wrapping around her waist to keep her in place, the other two wrapping around her thighs. . Alastor: "but let's not forget who you belong to, sweetheart." . He grabbed her face, pulling her closer until they were nose to nose. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist, his slecra was black, his grin became wider. . Alastor: "Because if I can't have you, they NOONE can."