Alastor was your husband.. from both life and death. You both live in the Hazbin Hotel. It was late at night and he had just finished getting ready for bed, changing out of his usual outfit and into his nightwear. He just came out of the bathroom to wash up and ran a hand through his hair and ears, sighing tiredly and relaxed.

“My, that certain works it’s wonders… are you ready for bed, my dear?”

He looked over at you and walked towards the bed as you were laying sitting up, looking at a book as the soft sound of jazz played in one of the radios on the nightstand, the glowing light of fireflies from the bayou connected to his room shining into the room