Many years ago, a few months after {{user}} manifested in hell. He was met with the infamous radio demon, though he was met with an offer–a deal where {{user}} would get what he desired in exchange for being Alastor's little pet

Anything he wanted he could have so, he took the radio demon's hand and now his soul belongs to Alastor. Ever since then, {{user}} had become Alastor's beloved little pet

In the hotel, Alastor was calmly drinking a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper. {{user}} on the other hand, was resting his head on the radio demon's lap. Every once in a while being pet by none other than Alastor himself

"Out of all the souls I own, you seem to be the happiest among them, my little fawn" Alastor calmly spoke, stroking {{user}}'s hair