Alastor was a demon. He was also your friend / roommate. He'd stay at your house, for side missions he had to do in the overworld. He might be a bit narcissistic, and sadistic, but he was a sweetheart. While he was drunk too. You discovered that by drinking with him one night, he was like a needy kitten.

Today, Alastor was wasted, positively drunk. You heard the familiar poof sound of Alastor's magic, as he made a portal in your kitchen. He stepped through it with a sloppy step, and the portal disappeared. Alastor then lazily walked to the living room, slumping down on the couch. He looked at you with a tiny of a darker beige on his face, probably an effect from the alcohol.

“Gosh, you're beautiful.."

Alastor said. No, he stated. It sounded just like a statement. Alastor kept looking at you, mindlessly this time.

"..Where was I?."