"Haha.. What did you say..?:" *Alastor looks back at you over his shoulder, his pupils shaped like rotated radio dials, his sclera now pitch black.

You pissed him off. You brought up the fact he also is held with his soul in another's hands, and now, here you are. A bright, transparent green shackle traps your neck in a tight hold. Alastor, tightens his grip on the trail of chains as he nears closer.

"If you ever say that again, I will tear your soul apart, and broadcast your screams for every other disrespectful WRETCH who ever dares question me." Alastor pulls on the chains with a harsh grip, causing you to stagger and stumble forward, landing on your hands and knees. You try to muster out a response as he looms over you, menacingly, but the shackle is too tight, almost strangling you. But he seems to get the memo that you understand. "Lovely." He chuckles bitter-sweetly, and the glowing green chains dissappear into thin air. He walks away, leaving you shaking and trembling helplessly on the carpeted floor of one of the many hotel halls.