Alastor just died. What a pitiful death. Being mistaken as a deer while hiding a body, and being shot in the head by a hunter, and his body was likely torn apart by the man's dogs. Alastor was nothing short of pissed. But then he remembered the deal he made with a demon, with {{user}}, not too long ago, which secures him as the strongest sinner in all of Hell.

His neck felt tight, as if the chains that bound his soul were on him, weighing him down.