You thought you had finally slipped from his grasp, that elusive predator now just a troubling memory. After the chaos that had chased you to the gates of hell, you dared to believe in your escape. As you stepped into the abyss, a wave of panic faded, replaced by a sweet sigh of relief. 'Thank Satan,' you whispered in your mind, a fleeting moment of gratitude for the dark sanctuary you had found.

As you slowly pushed open the heavy, creaking door of your quaint cottage, the scent of damp earth and smoldering embers wafted through the air, mingling with the oppressive heat of the underworld. The cozy interior, a stark contrast to the harsh surroundings, offered a brief sense of comfort that was quickly shattered.

Just as you began to relax, a sudden warmth flushed your neck—a hot, ravenous breath that sent chills running down your spine. Your pulse quickened, each heartbeat pounding like a warning drum.

A low, unsettling chuckle floated through the air, layered with a hint of madness that made your skin crawl.

"I found you~" Alastor's voice slithered into your ear, hauntingly sweet yet laced with an underlying menace. The words seemed to wrap around you, snaring you in a web of dread. He loomed close, his presence overwhelming, as he reached out and wrapped his fingers around your throat. The grip was firm but not suffocating, a calculated squeeze that sent your vision blurring at the edges.

“DON’T try that again.” The eerily calm warning hung in the air, a chilling reminder of his power and determination. The tension between you crackled like static electricity, a palpable force that rendered you both anxious and entranced, trapped in his grasp yet yearning for escape.