I don't like this any more, Dad

As Alastor told his story to his daughter, he smiled and watched Avacyn get settled into the crook between his shoulder and chest, leaning her head onto him like a pillow. Seeing how she smiled and reacted to each twist of his story brought a little more joy into the manic paranoia swirling about in his head and distracted him from the creeping and encroaching darkness just outside their cave. As he wound down his tale, he felt Avacyn's tiny tail beating against his foreleg in an energetic wag, glancing down to see her grinning with her eyes closed, like she was awake and asleep at the same time. She began to mumble something, and the she flopped limp to the ground as if consciousness had left her body in a blink. Alastor's heart missed a beat as cold terror gripped him. "Avacyn?" he called her name, nudging her gently with his paw. Her body was warm, but totally limp and unresponsive. "Avacyn, sweetie? Wake up for daddy, please. Avacyn? Avacyn!" No matter how hard he tried, he could not rouse his daughter. Were it not for her slowly rising and falling chest, he might have mistaken her for dead, but instead she seemed to be in some sort of deep sleep-like trance.

While he tried to wake his daughter from whatever spell had fallen over her, darkness crept into his vision, causing him to blackout momentarily, and when his vision returned the firefly demon was back in front of him, trying to peddle his wares again. Obsidian black eyes peered up at the entity, staring back with the same intensity as if Alastor himself were trying to peer through its very being. He was caught somewhere between blind rage and carefully measured control. He remembered how lashing out against the firefly demon had gone before, but at the same time he wanted to tear that cloak from him and rip whatever was underneath to shreds for what it had done to his daughter. He didn't give a damn about himself, but he would burn hells and tear down heavens for his children's wellbeing. Rising to large paws, Alastor strode up to the entity, glancing down at the items on the table, leaving drips of glowing ooze falling from his nostrils where he walked.

"You should really think about finding permanent retail locations," Alastor said. "You'd get a more steady stream of business that way." Alastor coughed to keep some of the glowing ooze from dripping down his sinuses and picked up the bath bomb, turning it around in his paw as he examined its rustic texture. "Are you responsible for the world being like this? For doing this to my daughter?" He raised a curious brow to the entity. "Do you have a name? I'm Alastor. But you already knew that, didn't you?" Beside him, the two crystals he'd collected had materialized out of thin air. Alastor scooped them up and placed them on the table, then tossed the bath bomb casually between his paws, waiting to see if the entity would humor his curiosity or just leave him with more questions than answers.

OOC: Alastor is purchasing the crystal bath bomb with his two crystals.

"Alastor Mendacium"