Don't Try To Make Me Feel Bad

The scream had gotten his attention from across the grove. The behemoth of a wolf had been skinning a deer from a recent kill to make more blankets for the newest additions to the band when Relm's voice carried through the trees, shrieking in panic, her words loud enough for red-tipped ears to make them out even from here. "Stop! Let go of me!" Alastor's obsidian eyes narrowed to deadly slits and the brute dropped the deer carcass, hauling ass through the grove in the direction of Relm's scream. He tore through copses of trees and berry bushes, ripping through the foliage, drawing closer and closer. It only took him a couple of minutes to get clear across the terrain, but when he had, the scene that he came across caused his heart to drop into the pit of his stomach. He first smelled Relm, her heat scent still strong and prevalent. But beneath that was another familiar musk, one that rang a bell somewhere far back in his memory. Then he heard Relm's struggling and the grunting of Kefka. Bursting into the clearing, he saw them—Kefka on top of Relm, pinning her to the ground while he had his way with her.

Alastor didn't register the tears on Kefka's face, nor the look of anguish that he mistook for pleasure. All he saw was a father raping his child and felt something inside his head snap. The long-dead voices of his siblings' screams echoed in his ears and drowned out his senses. Before he knew it, Alastor was barreling across the clearing and slamming his body into Kefka's, throwing the large brute off of his own daughter. The demon brute didn't stop his attack there though. While he threw Kefka off of Relm, Alastor continued with his forward momentum, lunging after the clown brute with vicious jaws snapping at any parts of flesh he could reach. He still hadn't gotten full control of his new claws yet, but it didn't matter. Alastor lashed out with those sharpened ruby-red gem claws, seeking to rip and rend through fur and muscle wherever he could get. The attack was savage and wild, driven by a need to defend Relm with only one primary goal in Alastor's demented mind.

Kill Kefka.

"Alastor Mendacium"