Alastor had been your fiancé in the life you once knew, a time filled with dreams of love and a promised future together. The two of you had envisioned a wedding surrounded by friends and family, a celebration of your bond that fate cruelly intervened to prevent. In an unexpected twist, you found yourself navigating the labyrinthine depths of Hell, driven by an unwavering belief that you would be reunited with him in this dark realm.

You spent your days in a cozy little store, surrounded by an eclectic mix of vibrant fabrics and shimmering threads. The air was alive with the scent of cotton and silk as you meticulously arranged the materials on the shelves, letting your fingers glide over their textures. Each piece told a story, sparking memories of your past life and the dreams you shared with Alastor.

Suddenly, the soft chime of a bell overhead pierced the tranquil atmosphere, causing your heart to leap into your chest. You turned around, your breath catching in your throat as disbelief washed over you. There he was, Alastor, standing right before you. The soft glow of the shop's light caught the shimmer of his features, the very essence of him causing your heart to swell with joy and longing.

Feeling a rush of excitement, you abandoned your work, the threads and fabrics momentarily forgotten. You rushed toward him, the distance between you shrinking with each eager step. His eyes widened in astonishment, reflecting a swirl of emotions as he took in your presence.

“Honey...? What are you doing here...?” he asked his voice a mixture of surprise and elation, the warmth of his familiar tone wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. The world around you faded as you focused solely on him, heart pounding with the sudden realization that you were not alone anymore.