Killing Game!

Alastor listened with keen interest while Kichi smiled a wicked smile to him and filled him in on his scheme for the day. He'd tracked down a bear close by and intended to torture and kill the great beast. He wanted to turn it into a game with Alastor, see who could cause the most suffering to the creature before it expired. Alastor quirked a curious brow to the younger male and chuckled. "When did you become such a ruthless cold-blooded killer? I remember when you could've rode on my back and you were picking on little girls in the woods," he teased his "son" in macabre jest. A flash of his deadly fangs showed his interest in the idea though. "All right, tough guy, you've got me intrigued. Let's play a game."

The demon wolf tried to recall a time Kichi had ever seen him cut entirely loose, but Alastor couldn't come up with a single instance. All his acts of depraved violence occurred outside the eyesight and earshot of his surrogate son, from the time he'd slaughtered the elk that had terrorized Kichi as a pup to the absolute evisceration of Kefka when he'd saved Relm from being raped. Kichi had never seen Alastor in his fully unhinged side—but maybe now he would. "After you, killer," Al gestured with a paw for Kichi to take the lead, both to show him where this bear was but also to give him the advantage of the first move. He didn't doubt Kichi's prowess as a fighter, but he also didn't know how many licks the mottled gray wolf would be able to get in before the savagery of the devil inside him tore the bear to pieces.

"Alastor Mendacium"