There was something fitting about an all-powerful overlord being killed in an empty alley. With their core essence now suffering in eternal torment to fuel his magic, Alastor turned his attention to the body.

Fresh, bloody meat. Always an excellent dinner. His ears twitched with pleasure as he tore into his prize. The delicate fish bones crunched in his jaws as he savored the flavor.

Once he'd had his fill, he'd take what was left back to properly cook.