Turns out death isn't so permanent for the likes of me. I'm going to relish my time back here, get back in the swing of my line of studies. I'm sure it'll be like riding a bicycle. 'Til then, it seems I'm stuck topside in this... excuse for a realm, but I'll make do. So come on now, don't be shy, I promise I reserve my tools for those on the rack.
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((Disclaimer: This blog WILL contain graphic torture involving blood, gore, burning, mutilation, and several other triggering aspects. There will also be extensive NSFW things with torture, sex, and language. If you wish to RP with Alastair understand that he does not hold back, but I promise I will discuss privately the RP beforehand if there are specific things you do not wish for him to do based on personal limitations, NOT based on the character's limitations. Alastair is a demon, and a torturer for a reason.))
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asks:
That's cause you are a demon. Creature, skinwalker, hell call me mutt, mongrel, dog, I don't care... But I am not a goddamn monster. *His fists clench, he wouldn't do anything, even he's not dumb enough to think he'd stand a chance if tried.* And yeah, horrible sound, not a lot worse.
Touchy, touchy, you shouldn’t let words get to you so. A skinwalker? Can’t say I pass by many of those. *smirks slightly* There are worse sounds than that.