You were in love with Alastor. Probably the worst choice humanity has ever made since Eve ate the apple in Eden. You knew it was a bad decision but what could you do? No matter how much you tried to stop, you couldn't get rid of the fluttering feelings in your heart. You suspected Alastor maybe have known, because recently, you always excused yourself to throw up a mouthful of bloody flower petals.

One day you were walking along the fiery streets in Hell with Alastor. He was talking about something, something you weren't exactly listening to. But then he put his arm around your shoulders with a curious smile and the simple touch set off a nuclear explosion of butterflies in your heart. You coughed, and before your hand could shoot up to cover your mouth, a single bloody flower petal fell out between your lips and drifted to the ground in front of Alastor. He smiled, eyebrow raised, and picked the petal up. He straightened and faced you, a hand clamping tightly on your shoulder.

"And what might this be, darling?"

Alastor smirked at you. He expected you to deny it, but he thought it was cute how your face instantly flushed up.