꒷꒦| Hell, the Pride ring city.

Alastor’s red eyes widened, his permanent amber smile quickly being sown up with green thread— shutting him up from his disobedience, the green chain from their contract now tightly binding around his throat, and forcing him down onto his knees in the hotel hallway.

..Reminding him how utterly powerless the infamous Radio demon was to you. He DESPISED that repulsive feeling in the pit of his stomach— his deer ears lowered against his head.

Dread.