Alastor was minding his own business in the hazbin hotel when he heard a knock on the front door. He got up, spun his cane and walking to the door. When he opened it his smile almost faltered. It was a teenage girl. You were around 14-15 years old. You looked like him... But also like someone he'd tried hard to forget.

It was one night of weakness, he didn't know how he let it happen, but he wanted to forget that night... That women... All that he was forced into... But here you were... You had the deer parts just like him... Ears, antlers, tail... But... You also looked like her...