sinner playing as a preacher

The passive expression on the angel's face was not one that Alastor was accustomed to, but it didn't deter him. In the end he would strike fear into the very core of the pristine man. He would corrupt him because hell could always use another demon and the best demons were the ones that used to be angels. After so many years of being good and helping to finally be able to cut those ties and burn those bridges was a drug in itself. There was inimaginable cruelty in those that used to be good and the longer it was surpressed the more powerful it grew. "She will save you." The demon barked out a laugh, his red eyes flashing a hint of something dangerous despite the fact that he was laughing. "Oh, but who is going to save her?" He questioned. "Or you, for that matter?" The stallion lifted one paw to step forward, but at that moment fog appeared and began to surround them. At first the demon suspected that it was the angel who had called it forth in an attempt to protect himself, but that assumption quickly disappeared. The fog reacted the same way to the both of them, surrounding them, caressing them, stealing from them. His ears fell back and he bared his teeth, but then the fog retreated. His gaze remained fixed on the white stud before him, so it was hard not to miss the way his wings shifted and dropped -- how many stallions had done that in their lifetime to cover the proof of their lust? Nor could he ignore the way he seemed to be preoccupied. And then she arrived and the bared teeth snarl turned into a toothy grin. "Such a sinner you are." He hissed at the man before him. "The only thing pure about you is your color!" How amusing for an angel to lust after a mare, no matter how pretty she may be -- and this one was rather pretty. At first he paid very little attention to the mare in favor of studying who he had thought to be an angel. It was when the man itroduced himself as a preacher that Alastor finally knew. "A preacher, huh?" He had corrupted many of his kind. Killed even more. His short tail flicked at his hocks as he finally turned his attention to the lady that had welcomed them both to the Rift. "And I am Alastor." He said in greeting, shortly after Yezdao. "Hell's Executioner." This was said with another toothy smile and a wink at the lovely lady. "." ALASTOR THE RIVER GOES WHERE THE CURRENT FLOWS THE LIGHT WE MUST D E S T R O Y

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