"I won't tell you all of it, but out of respect for a rivalry we would've had should you have been tasked with tracking me down? I think I can tell you some."
Alastor smirked.
"As I said before, my wires have always been a bit frayed. Even alive I was a monster: I enjoyed the suffering of others and the kill back then, too. The only difference was that my outsides made it simple to hide what I was. My life wasn't easy, but I won't blame such nonsense as nebulous 'society' for me being what I truly was. Something somewhere went wrong with me, but I could've chosen to work through that wrongness, to struggle against it. I didn't. I just chose to unleash those urges on my fellow monsters, dragging as many of them down to Hell with me as I could.
"I had both good and bad influences in my life, same as everyone else. My choices were my own, and I freely admitted to them when I stood before my Creator in Judgment. I had my reasons -- some of them you might even find it difficult to disagree with -- but I still broke the rules and I accept the consequences of my actions. I will never do otherwise.
"However..." Alastor's voice softened. "...I do have some regrets. Namely the good people who most likely found out what I truly was after they'd died and realized I wasn't waiting for them in Heaven, people I personally liked whom I never wanted to find out such things. I disappointed them and my Creator, and that I regret."
He tossed his head in some semblance of pride yet the way his bangs shadowed his eyes obscured his true expression.
"I was never caught, you know. My death was purely an accident: Mistaken for a deer and shot by a hunter. I died a well-respected man in the community...even if that death was pathetic. Sometimes I wonder if I left something behind that only modern forensic techniques could use to link me to all those 'disappearances', but there's no way for me to check."
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Alastor smirked.
"As I said before, my wires have always been a bit frayed. Even alive I was a monster: I enjoyed the suffering of others and the kill back then, too. The only difference was that my outsides made it simple to hide what I was. My life wasn't easy, but I won't blame such nonsense as nebulous 'society' for me being what I truly was. Something somewhere went wrong with me, but I could've chosen to work through that wrongness, to struggle against it. I didn't. I just chose to unleash those urges on my fellow monsters, dragging as many of them down to Hell with me as I could.
"I had both good and bad influences in my life, same as everyone else. My choices were my own, and I freely admitted to them when I stood before my Creator in Judgment. I had my reasons -- some of them you might even find it difficult to disagree with -- but I still broke the rules and I accept the consequences of my actions. I will never do otherwise.
"However..." Alastor's voice softened. "...I do have some regrets. Namely the good people who most likely found out what I truly was after they'd died and realized I wasn't waiting for them in Heaven, people I personally liked whom I never wanted to find out such things. I disappointed them and my Creator, and that I regret."
He tossed his head in some semblance of pride yet the way his bangs shadowed his eyes obscured his true expression.
"I was never caught, you know. My death was purely an accident: Mistaken for a deer and shot by a hunter. I died a well-respected man in the community...even if that death was pathetic. Sometimes I wonder if I left something behind that only modern forensic techniques could use to link me to all those 'disappearances', but there's no way for me to check."