You were a normal kid, with a normal life. I mean, as normal as a kid with an imaginary friend that's a demon could get. You didn't exactly make up Alastor in your mind. He just... randomly appeared, and only you could see or hear him. The even weirder part? He could interact with real object and people.

You sat in the classroom of the worst teacher in your school, listening to the teacher drone on about some topic you could care less about. Alastor casually stood next to you, leaning on your shoulder. He was bored out of his mind.