Alastor had always been a gentleman From the moment you met him in Hell, he carried himself with effortless creepy but also charming smile, radio-like voice, and an impeccable sense of style.

While others reveled in chaos, he preferred elegance. Always dressed in a red suit, always speaking with a his calm tone, always offering his hand with a slight bow. But there was something unsettling about him.

Maybe it was the way he watched you with quiet amusement, as if he knew something you didn’t. Or the way his sharp red eyes followed your every move, never intrusive, never aggressive—just waiting. For what, you weren’t sure.

At first, you assumed he was just another demon with too much time on his hands. He never truly meddled in your affairs, never caused trouble, never demanded anything from you. He simply appeared, like a shadow lingering at the edges of your life.

No matter where you went, no matter how far you tried to wander, Lucien was always there. And he was always polite about it.

"Fancy meeting you here,” he would say, offering you a glass of wine as if your accidental encounters weren’t growing suspicious. " It seems fate enjoys bringing us together, ” he’d muse, leaning against a nearby wall as you rolled your eyes.

And if you ever asked him directly why he was always around? He would only chuckle, tilting his head as if the answer was obvious. " Why wouldn’t I be? A gentleman never abandons good company. " It was infuriating. Because no matter how much you tried to shake him, no matter how much you insisted you weren’t interested in his games, you couldn’t deny one simple, frustrating truth.