[If there's one thing Alastor has always been able to do, it's command an audience. He lazily dismisses his microphone, proving to Rasputin that it isn't like his reliquary at all. It's just a prop Alastor uses for the fun of it, a part of him that he can dismiss at will.]
[He keeps walking towards Rasputin, his grin widening at the mad monk's obvious terror. Rasputin has likely never had an opponent in magic before given the time period he lived in if Anya's world was close enough to his own. (Perhaps they even overlapped given he remembers the news of the fall of the Romanovs which had reached American shores.)]
I seem to have forgotten to properly introduce myself. You see, while both of us are walking corpses, there's a key difference between you and me: I went on to my eternal punishment while you clung to the world of the living like a tick. And while you might be incredibly powerful by the standards of the living, you are just as small and insignificant as that tick compared to me.
[Little shadow creatures begin to gather, circling around Rasputin to cut off escape and mutely giggling up at him in a variety of forms. Alastor's own shadow rises from the ground to hover over his shoulder, also grinning at the mad monk.]
My first day in Hell I slaughtered overlords who'd been in power for centuries. I wiped the slate clean on a whim. Those who rose up after the massacre don't stop me from wandering through the territories they claim because they know that the entire Pride Ring is my territory.
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[He keeps walking towards Rasputin, his grin widening at the mad monk's obvious terror. Rasputin has likely never had an opponent in magic before given the time period he lived in if Anya's world was close enough to his own. (Perhaps they even overlapped given he remembers the news of the fall of the Romanovs which had reached American shores.)]
I seem to have forgotten to properly introduce myself. You see, while both of us are walking corpses, there's a key difference between you and me: I went on to my eternal punishment while you clung to the world of the living like a tick. And while you might be incredibly powerful by the standards of the living, you are just as small and insignificant as that tick compared to me.
[Little shadow creatures begin to gather, circling around Rasputin to cut off escape and mutely giggling up at him in a variety of forms. Alastor's own shadow rises from the ground to hover over his shoulder, also grinning at the mad monk.]
My first day in Hell I slaughtered overlords who'd been in power for centuries. I wiped the slate clean on a whim. Those who rose up after the massacre don't stop me from wandering through the territories they claim because they know that the entire Pride Ring is my territory.
You never stood a chance, little sorcerer.