carvemyname | red grave city au with alastor

[ Dante doesn't even have to think about that. ]

You can get me more.

No dice. I don't go out of my way to kill for food, especially if you aren't interested in anything that's not much more than an infernal animal.

That means you need to put the meat down until your head's back in charge, instead of your stomach.

No.

[ Dante stands up all the way, eyes flashing. It's clear he is not at all thinking how he normally does. ]

That's exactly why you need to back off. If you keep up in this mindset, you'll end up hurting someone!

[He curls his legs up under him, shifting his weight in preparation to move. His fingers curl, claws the size of switchblades gleaming in the light of his electrical cage.]

[ That breaks through, a little, at least temporarily. He looks afraid for the duration. Not of Alastor, never Alastor, but himself. ]

I couldn't... Not you...

What about other people? You know we'd both be more upset if you ended up hurting someone helpless. I know you do, even if you're too focused on the hunger to think about it right now.

What do I do?

[ He doesn't know. All he knows is it's difficult to keep in charge of himself, to keep the human out even a little. ]

Just take a step away from the corpse, deep breaths.

[A wind current picks up to blow the scent of the demon's blood away from Dante. Alastor has to admit, it smells delicious...but it's Dante's kill, so if he wants the rest of it once he's thinking straight again, it's his.

He touches down on the ground and slowly approaches, wings furled against his back. It's impossible to look non-threatening in this form, but he doesn't want to set off any instincts that might jump at any thought a rival might be moving for his kill.]

Find something to focus on other than the cravings.

[ It's difficult. He takes a deep breath and takes a few steps away from the demon corpse and towards Alastor. He immediately wants to cross back and start eating again, but he clutches his fists and it helps. ]

You?

Yeah, just focus on me. All the lightning magic in me has a strong smell, so it should help block out the blood.

[He's much taller than Dante right now, but that's easily solved by crouching down. His hoofed feet and long tail make a stooped posture feel natural to him, bringing him down low enough to wrap his arms around Dante. Now, he smells even more strongly of ozone than he does usually, almost like standing in the middle of a stormcloud.]

[ The smell of ozone has become a familiar one, and the fact it's so strong right now helps. He's enveloped in it and he can't really make out the blood anymore.

Things are becoming clear. ]

...

What did I do?

[ His arms slowly come up to clutch to Alastor. ]

Made a mess, spooked Nero. I found you before anything worse happened.

[The electrical cage, along with the swords defining its borders, vanish.]

...Just try not to be sick when it clicks just how much raw meat you ate.

...

[ Too late. He breaks away to vomit on the ground. ]

That... Doesn't look any better coming up.

[He winces at that. ...And keeps quiet about the thought that the leftovers actually look pretty tasty.]

You'll be fine. You might be half human, but I'm sure you still have at least some of a demon's iron stomach. I expect you'll want to wash the taste out, though...you said demon flesh tastes awful to you normally, yeah?

[ At this point, the more demonic features are disappearing, leaving Dante looking human again. ]

It's the worst thing I've ever tasted, and I've had olives.

Olives aren't that bad...

[But then, he did spend a lot of time in ancient Greece.]

But once your body finishes switching back to being mostly human, you're likely to be disgusted by the taste again. Gonna want to find you something to wash that down with that's palatable to a human...

Alcohol? Lots of it?

[ Yeah, so he wants to forget any of this happened. It's either that or a head injury. ]

Not the healthiest option. You're not gonna wake up hungover in the morning, are you?

Okay, so what else?

[ He steps back towards Alastor again. ]

....you're big.

Just noticed? I'd wanted to show you this form under better circumstances, but...this is my truest form. What I look like without any shapeshifting.

[And he...has no clue what's good for food or drinks around here! So he's going to pull his phone out of magical storage and...realize he can't text with huge claws.]

...Right, wanna text Nero and ask for food suggestions? It's that or I have to change the shape of my hands.

...I like it. Is this how you ruled?

[ He takes the phone and starts texting Nero. ]

You can eat the rest of that, by the way. I know you want to.

It is. [And he stows his own phone.] My smaller form was for when I visited this world. I dealt with humans a lot back then too, after all...easier when you don't tower over them, or have hands that can shred them without even trying.

[And oh good. He didn't want to outright ask, but he's not going to turn down permission to have at the leftovers...though he will shield the view with his wings.]

Nero says 'fuck you, Dante' and that there's a good Italian place. And then more fuck yous.

[ ....yeah. ]

Once you're done, we can go there? Do I even look presentable?

Your face is a mess, but nothing a bit of water won't fix.

[He pauses and glances over his shoulder.]

Oh, and call your brother. He's worried.

What? Really?

[ Dante looks like he doesn't know how to parse that. Completely baffled. ]

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