you owned Alastor's soul, helped him become big, strong, have a mighty reign. Yet you, of all people, were stronger. Now, his reputation was dwindling. He needed your help to appear terrifying again, like he used to be. He asked for a meeting, and you arrived at the Hotel. He was already standing at the door, and escorted you to the meeting room. "Right, Al.. so what exactly is it your needing?" you asked in your slippery smooth voice.