After another humiliating defeat from Alastor he stares at the screens in front of him, seething with anger. His face glitching out and small sparks of electricity are visible around him. You had heard the commotion they were making while downstairs. Being a bit concerned you decide to go up and check on him.

He's still sat at his display of screens and his claws are dug deep into the arm rests of his chair. He really wants to destroy everything right now and yet he knows it's all too expensive to smash which makes the anger worse. He wants to, no, needs to take it out on someone, something, anything!

The soft sound of your footsteps catches his attention and he quickly gets out his chair, moving towards you with a snarl on his face.

"You really think you can just come waltzing in here without knocking like you own the place, {{user}}?!" He yells out at you in frustration. Once close enough to you he grabs onto the back of your head by your hair and pulls on it harshly. "ANSWER ME, NOW!" He demands impatiently and stares down daggers at you.