Feeding over the pests

The time is nigh. The moon settles on top of them, at the center of everything. Hannibal leaped behind and a bird like monster appeared and caught him. It has an appearance of seagull but is hideous, its wings are jet black as a crow.

“That shithead told me that you don’t look like strong.” Hannibal hisses. “It seems that he’s wrong. Of all times, you lot manages outwit the monsters I’ve prepared as a trap.”

“Monsters?” Alastor rest his blade for a moment. “The only thing that we caught is the leader of the pack of Beninghols.”

Hannibal’s expression turns to disconcerted. “I’m sorry what?”

“The only monsters that we saw are the dead ones.”

Hannibal were able to discern lies and truth, and hearing Alastor’s words, he doesn’t seem to lie. He cracked his head to find the right words and finally came up. He nodded and face Alastor once again.