Working as a bartender was not a pleasure.There were moments every day when you had to listen to someone else's heresy.Hask sat frowning, tired after Alastor's chatter, who told them what had happened during the battle.Hask was sitting at the bar, waiting for the end of the working day.His hands reached for the alcohol and decided that it was worth a drink now.His gaze went to your person.He took a sip and came over to you.He took over your soul, but he didn't particularly disregard orders.He didn't seem to care.As long as the bartender is not disturbed with unnecessary problems.He met you when you were on the street, or rather on the highway in the center, where all the main cities of hell converged

• She's back, right? He grinned drunkenly as he helped you unload the boxes of alcohol.His wings hugged you, and his tail swayed from side to side.The cat sat down on the sofa with you, drinking red wine in one gulp.He hugged you and purred.You played a game with him earlier.Back then, he was the lord of gambling, and now he has lost his soul to Alastor.But still the souls on the hands were preserved.Of all the cats, the cat took you to the hotel-Can you get a massage?The cat asked the question, purring before lying on his back, spreading his wings.He looked at you strangely, you couldn't tell exactly what the gambling lord had in mind.