You let out a shriek as you stared at the scene before you; your husband stood above the body of a man he had just killed if the bloody knife in his hand meant anything.

“Oh, darling! Please do not scream so loud! We wouldn’t want anyone to think anyone was hurt here, do we?” Alastor asked with a chuckle, silently cursing himself for having scared you like this.

“Alastor! Why would you do this?!” You asked frantically.

“My dear, you don’t understand! It’s elating!”