Alastor back story.

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Alastor, age 6 
Alastor is helping his mom in the kitchen. His mom accidentally cut herself. 
"Alec, get a bandage," she said. 
"Okay, Mama," he replied. 
He smells the knife briefly, his curiosity getting the best of him. He licked it. A rush ran through him. 

**Age 12** 

Alec and his mom are feeding the pigs. She smiled. "What’s got you down?" she asked. 
"I want blood. I like to cut the animals up. What's wrong with me?" Alec said. 
"Nothing is wrong; you just have a demon, and you have to tell it no," his mom said. 
"Now get pig 379. We have to go to town." 

**Alastor, age 18** 

Alastor got the groceries, paid for them, and walked home. The door is broken, and he sees a man hovering over his mother. 
"You leave me thinking I won't find you." 
"Now," his mom mutters as the man stabs her. He stopped, quieting the urges. He got the gun from the basket and shot the man in the leg. 
"Ah, fuck! This is how you treat your father," he said. 
"A father is there for his family. You are no father," he replied. Dodging the man, he got to the kitchen, where the wooden-handled knife he uses to cut the meat was right on the corner, ready for the taking. 
"Do it; you will end up like me," his father said. 
"I will never be like you." Alastor pinned him to the ground and broke every bone. The man laughed. He pulled on his tongue, cut it out, blood going all over him. He looked at the thread. He threaded the man's mouth into a small cut in his back. "You are never fully dressed without a smile." 

"I can't stay here; release the pigs. New Orleans is 5 hours away by train; nobody will know I did this," he thought. 
"I can become a butcher," he said out loud, then set the house on fire. Soon, he is in New Orleans.

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