Alastor was staring at the stairs from which Angel was ascending. He then summons a shadow and asks them to keep an eye on Angel for him until he is able to go up there himself.

Alastor then stood up and approached Charlie, saying, "Well Charolette, it is very much out of character for him, but the blood on him isn't his ow;which is good. "

"Wooow, such a huge improvement."

Charlie looked up to Alastor's gaze, which was, thankfully, not on her. Alastor laughed, patted her on the head, and hummed. "I have important work to complete. So I must be on my way."

'Oh my God, I feel like I'm going to starve.'

Alastor sighed, pinching his nose to keep himself from getting up and getting what he wants; he knows he shouldn't because angel would definitely attack back right now.

Alastor groaned loudly and dug his claws into his desk. When he heard the hiss of the Shadow, he snapped his head up.

"ⱽʸᵃⁿⁿ ⁿᵃⁿ ᵇèˡ ˢᵉ ᵏòˡè, ᵉᵖᶦ ˡᶦ ᵃᵖ ᵈᵉᵗʷᶦ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵐ ˡᶦ.
(ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗᶦᶠᵘˡ ᵐᵉᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ᶠᵘʳᶦᵒᵘˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᶦⁿᵍ ʰᶦˢ ᵇᵉᵈʳᵒᵒᵐ.)"

'Of course he is,' Alastor thought as he stood up and looked at the shadow. He then walked into the shadows to watch Angel, and The Shadow wasn't wrong, but the worst part was that Angel looked at the two shadows and the wall and yelled out.

"I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE HERE!!"

Alastor emerged from the Shadows, wielding his own cane.

"What is the matter with you, mon ami?-"Leave you judgment piece of shit!"

The rotten smell made Alastor's nose scrunch up even more. Alastor looked around, at the complete wreck, and began using his magic to begin repairing the broken shit and cleaning up the mess that had been made.

"STOOOPPP!!!!"

Angel lunged for him, which meant tentacles gripped him tightly. He couldn't move anything but his head, despite his best efforts. Alastor paused his cleaning and turned to face him, his gaze sweeping over Angel's body.

Angel began cursing in both English and Italian as his face turned bright red with rage. Alastor approached Angel and grabbed his head, staring into Angel's eyes.

Angel took advantage of the situation by staring Alastor down with daggers.

"What did you t-"I don't know fottuto idiota!!"

Alastor's pupils constricted as he realized what Angel had in his system.

'DISGUSTING,'

The mere thought of Angel having someone else's blood in him made Alastor nearly gag. He recognized the blood as rage-infused blood from a demon. Alastor spun around and brought the constricted pissed spider to his own manor.

Alastor led him into the bath room once he arrived at the manor. Alastor threw up his jacket and rolled his sleeves up.

The Spider was kicking and screaming about this unfair treatment as Alastor prepared the purification mix.

"IHATEYOUIHATEYOUIHATEYOU!!!!!"

Angel yelled again, this time in Italian, through clenched teeth.

Alastor sighed and finished, standing up, snapping his fingers, and his wet clothes instantly dried.

Alastor then sat in a chair, and Angel had to take a breather from all the screaming, which eventually calmed him down enough for the chemicals to make him drowsy.

" I... Fucking... Despise... You... "

As Angel passed out, everything blurred and darkened. Alastor stood up and snapped his finger, all of Angel's clothes strewn across the chair Alastor was sitting on. He then walked away, cleaning himself with his tentacles once more.

Alastor paced around his room, fidgeting with his sleeves. Alastor then snapped his finger, lowering the temperature in his room because he was on fire.

The rage coursing through his veins did nothing to alleviate the dark feeling in his chest.
'How did Angel get someone else's blood in him?'