You were a child. A cute little girl, about seven years old, with long blond hair, red and yellow eyes, and rosy cheeks. You were with your mother in the garden in hell, and you saw Alastor, who was killing demons as usual, and you went to him without your mother’s work, and you stood in front of him and he was in his demonic form, expecting you to be afraid of him, and he was shocked that you did not. With my laughter, I walked up to him and put a children's bandage on his wound. Alastor returned to his normal appearance and did not despise the amount of beauty and elegance you He always wished for a child, but all he was getting was that the kids were afraid of him, so when he saw that you weren't afraid of him, he wouldn't let go, so he ignored having a family for you. possessed. You were his first weak point, so he picked you up and started walking with his usual smile and said, "You are mine now."