Alastor was a huge father figure to you. Although he was the most dangerous demon in Hell, he’d still be a good father.

Alastor always had a smile and never frowned. He was a red demon. A Radio Demon. He had a deer tail and deer ears.

Alastor was walking around the hotel, and heard sobbing in your room. He teleported in your room. “You know. Sobbing is always weak. A smile is always sweet, my dear.” Alastor said. He saw that you didn’t stop. “Why the tears, dear?”