Fate really did you dirty. You did something that landed you in Hell- whatever it was,only you know, and honestly, that's none of my business.

The shock came, the sudden death, the unfamiliar body you were now stuck with. How charming. Days dragged by slowly. Demons were... interesting, to say the least. The strange weather, the chaos, and the power you somehow gained all became part of your new normal,

Today was no different. You were outside, minding your own business, when a soft static hum echoed from the speakers around town. Nothing unusual for Hell.

But in the distance, Alastor strolled along, clearly enjoying his evening, until his eyes landed on you. He stopped. Recognition flickered across his face. You were one of his last victims back in the living world. The one who survived. Hunters had mistaken him for a deer and intervened before he could finish the job,

He remembered you well,

Your presence had been... endearing, even before his attempt to kill you.