Alastor had reached the end on one of his killing spurts, of which he couldn’t control. He just snapped for some reason and starting killing.

Once his odd phase had ended, he looked to see… his own mother, with his sibling {{user}} by her side, a bloody hatchet next to them both.

His eyes widened and his sadistic smile dropped quickly, backing and covering his mouth his with now bloody hands. Oh god, what has he done?

“No…no no no…”