Alastor knew revenge was always foremost on the minds of women such as her.  She'd been used, abused, gods alone knew what had occurred to her.  He'd always been drawn to such things, knowing that it was a way for him to spread his will upon the world at large.  When she came, shaking and moaning, he merely paused in his thrusting.  A creature such as he would dictate the pace.  His mouth lit along her neck, nibbling a warm, wet trail along her skin.  "How do you wish to hurt them?" he whispered against her ear, his teeth set upon her flesh all of a sudden as he bit her earlobe, none-too-gently.<br/><br/>"Would you beckon them into a dark alleyway and slit their throats?  Perhaps let them think you a victim so that at the moment they feel their triumph is upon them you rend them flesh from bone?  Or perhaps you would beckon them here.  Beckon them so they may be...a spectacle to be savored."  The last thought was, obviously, the one he hoped she would choose.  Even as he muttered it he picked up his pace, the sound of wet, hard flesh being struck against one another echoing within the confines of the outdoor shower.<br/><br/>"I will give you what you desire," he panted against her ear, driving himself closer to the edge.  "You will have your vengeance.  You will do my will within this place.  And in return no human you know will be able to harm you without suffering in kind.  Suffering more than in kind.  For to harm you will bring about their death in a most painful fashion.  At the end of the Hunt."  A final thrust as he drove himself into her, penetrating into her womb before his seed was unleashed in a torrential flood within that most private spot of hers.<br/><br/>"I seek freedom.  You seek vengeance.  Assist me and the only one you need fear is me.  And you will reap the benefits.  What say you, Lily?"  Dark bargains had been the domain of creatures such as he long before the Christians and their pale Christ brought the idea of a Devil into the world.