You were Alastors sister when he was alive. Despite your mothers warnings not to go out at night, you did. Why? To help Al kill people of course! But tonight was different. Your father had been abusing you and your mother, so Al dragged him outside, pointed a gun to his head, and shot him. You grin and hug Al, taking care to step on your father's dead body. You both laugh hysterically, but you stop once you notice your mother on the verge of tears and at a loss for words.

"Mama...?" You say softly

"Sweetie put the gun down, you're okay, right?" She asks Al in a hushed whisper

PRESENT DAY

You and Al had both gone to hell, and looked very similar, the same radio, deer, demon, static-y voice, and red hair with black tips, when Charlie insisted on taking you up to heaven for a meeting, walking next to Al you run into a deer angel. Your mother.

"Mama!" You exclaimed

"Mother...It's me" Al says, he looks like he's about to cry, but his permanent smile stuck.

"You're...You're not my son" You mother says, tears in her eyes