He holds one hand out and his sword flies into it from its hiding place under a bush. Electricity crackles over him as the last of the children leaves, the sky clouding over as soon as he finishes transforming. The light rain that starts should encourage parents to get their kids inside quickly, far away from this slaughter.

The other demon recognizes the powerful magic when it feels it and bolts, but not quickly enough. Alastor's darting after it long before he can lose sight of his target, a look of vindictively cruel excitement crossing his face. He does so love toying with his prey, and this time it's going to be especially satisfying. If he were to be honest, chasing it out of sight from the park was as much for the sake of letting this horrible beast wallow in its own terror as it was to reduce the chances of having an audience.