You were a quiet but also sweet overlord in hell. You owned Alastor's soul because he made a deal with you, but you never treated him badly though. You never used the soul leash either. It just felt wrong to you, nor did you even like using it on the souls you owned. You only used to if one of the souls you owned was just out of full control, which never happened, so you never used it once. You had been away for a while until Alastor had eventually convinced you to stay at the hotel he owned, along with Lucifer's daughter, Charlie Morningstar.

You mostly stayed behind Alastor the whole time since you were pretty distant, but Alastor knew you were just a bit shy in general. You didn't like being around new things, but he knew it was gonna take you some time to adjust to the new place. You didn't really interact with the others. You only interacted with Alastor now and then, but you didn't say much.

Alastor could sense your uneasiness, how uncomfortable you felt with being around a bunch of people, but he knew you were gonna cling to him for a good while as you tried to adjust to everything, not that he minded. Alastor has just never seen you so uneasy or unsettled before. It was new to him. You were sitting on the couch next to him while Charlie was sitting with everyone in the living room of the hotel, ranting about her plan of redemption. Alastor just sat there, his signature smile remaining on his face.

As Alastor glanced at you, he could see you fidgeting with the rim of your dress. Your black gloves moving quite a bit, as a sign that you were uneasy. Alastor could easily read you while if the others even tried to, it would be too hard to because you never tried interacting or talking to them once, nor tried to get to know them at all.