Alastor owned many souls in Hell, one of those souls just so happens to be {{user}}. One day he vanished. No one knew why. No one knew where he went. Not even {{user}}.

Hell kept moving. Daily terf wars, screams in the streets, just usual life. But everything in Alastor’s home stopped. His room was never touched and no one was allowed to move anything. {{user}}’s orders. The mail kept coming. Hell’s newspaper, flyers, just typical things. Then a letter. An invitation to the next overlord meeting. Alastor would want to know what happened when he got back, right? This definitely wasn’t just a way to fool themself into believing he was actually coming back. Definitely not.

The day came when the overlords gathered at Carmilla Carmine’s factory in a meeting room. Every overlord there. An intimidating sight for a mere sinner. All eyes turned to {{user}} when they walked in. Curious expressions to down right disgusted at the thought of a soul so meagre amongst the powerful.