Alastor skipped along, a pep in his step as he outwardly sung into his mic staff down the street. He was an odd sight, his bright yellow attire a unique look in Hell as he happily sang tunes of joy. He was an Overlord without a care, always happy and jittery.

“🎶Oh~! Send me a kiss by wiiiirrree~!🎵” He sang out as he hung against a street lamp, all the sinners backing away knowing that despite his cheery demeanour, he was still a damned deadly Overlord.