Alastor stopped as you grabbed his shoulder. You two had gotten into an argument, “I have control over you, deer.” He growled, smirking at you.

“Big talk for someone who’s also on a leash.” You grumbled.

His eyes widened, a chain appearing around you and tugged it hard, “If you ever say that again, I’ll have your screams on broadcast for everyone in Hazbin Hotel and Hell to hear.” He shifted into a tall, lanky form, his eyes radio symbols and his teeth sharper.

He suddenly turned back to normal. “Well I’m starved!- Who wants some Jambalaya?!”

You tilted your head, “Ew?”

“HA-HAH.!- F_ck you.” He smirked.