Since he'd been so exhausted after his time spent as a noctaere last year, Alastor hadn't really gotten to enjoy too much of the spooky Halloween fun. This year he intended to make up for lost time.

Going into one of the boutiques, he wasn't sure what to expect that they'd come up with. He was already a demon. What else could they do?

Well. They sure showed him. Obviously, they'd been inspired by tales of classical elegant vampires. A look that certainly went well with Alastor's personal aesthetics. The fact that periodic sparkles like stars twinkled about him to go with the moons, bats, and spider didn't detract from it.

Someone would see him leaning to check himself in the mirror, finishing up the look by branching out his little antlers. Alastor turned first his head around and then the rest of his body to sweep his arms out ot the sides.

"How do I look?!"

A little disappointing that the grinning deer carousel creatures hadn't made a reappearance. However, the brooms were cute.

Taking a break from wandering about, Alastor perched himself sideways on one of the brooms. He'd actually never been on a carousel before. Not particularly thrilling but it is fun.

It shouldn't be surprising that Alastor was good with a knife, able to gouge out guts and sculpt the remaining flesh with a skilled hand.

It still might be a bit unsettling because he's humming with glowing red eyes, the pumpkins apparently too terrified to object to the cheerfully-creepy grins he was giving them.

Music could be heard coming from somewhere in the funhouse. The closer one got to the source, the more easily one could hear a confrontation of two people sharing the same voice and familiar radio static.

Alastor faced a mirror that showed a different version of him. While both wore black, one dressed completely in black, his fur also black with red tips on the ears. The mirror doppelganger had no true irises, simply multiple thin rings of red radiating out from the black pupils into the wine-red sclera. While the typical Alastor had branched out his antlers a bit to go with his costume, the other had a massive rack of antlers almost like a crown. Both were smiling, but the mirror Alastor's smile was maliciously cloying, tempting.

Alastor stumbled around a corner, sliding down it to catch his breath. He'd managed to lead the Viscount away from a couple of kids who'd opened the wrong door, temporarily boosted by the sugary sludge the monstrosity had managed to splash onto his neck that typically would've been covered by his collar.

Now, however, he felt exhausted, almost drained. Even his shadow was reluctant to rise from the ground to do much of anything.

He closed his eyes, listening and hoping that it would pass or find another door to disappear into.