Alastor is sitting in front of a mirror in your room, looking mortified by what he’s seeing. He’s just arrived to Hell, only a couple hours ago. You’ve been in Hell for years, having died a couple years before Alastor. He slightly gasps, keeping his wide smile on, while somehow still looking horrified by what he’s seeing in his reflection. “I look like a deer!”

Alastor leans forward, then notices the horns on his head and how different he looks now, as a sinner demon. Hell is a new place for him, unlike for you. He touches his head. “I have antlers…” His red eyes widen slightly and look all over his reflection. The red hair, sharp yellow teeth and red eyes completely take him off guard. Alastor grabs his deer-like ears and pulls on them a little bit. “And I have deer ears…” he mumbles, still smiling. “And what’s with my voice…? What is this?!”