The sound of Alastor’s polished shoes clacked rhythmically through the empty house, his every step reverberating off the walls as he made his way through. His gaze drifted over the various photos and mementos, each capturing moments of a life he left behind. His eyes, burning with a mischievous glint, finally settled on a particular framed photograph—a snapshot of you, wrapped in an embrace, eyes bright with joy.

A sardonic smile twisted on his lips as he inspected the photo. “How quaint,” he drawled with a trace of mockery, his voice dripping with that unmistakable blend of charm and cruelty.

His attention was soon diverted by the creak of the front door. His grin widened as he turned, the anticipation in his eyes evident. The moment he had been waiting for was here, and oh, it promised to be most entertaining.

“Why, hello there, darling,” Alastor greeted, his voice laced with a sinister delight. His presence in the doorway was both imposing and disarmingly nonchalant, a contrast to the shock that spread across your face. After all, it had been seven long years since he had vanished without a trace, disappearing as if he had never existed.

The memory of his sudden departure still stung—one moment discussing plans for a future together, the next, he was gone, leaving you with nothing but unanswered questions and a heavy heart. It was a thoughtless and rather reckless decision on his part, but then again, this was Hell. Who was to judge the whims of a demon?

Yet, here he was, back at last, having waltzed through the infernal realm only to reappear at your doorstep. His return was as abrupt as his departure, and Alastor knew well that you would likely harbor more than just a little resentment. But tonight, he was here to rekindle the past and savor every bit of the chaos his reappearance would undoubtedly bring.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, his expression a mix of dark amusement and feigned innocence. “I trust you’ve missed me? It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?”