In hell, more specifically in the Pride ring, there was a very popular bar, where usually all the elder demons would go to hang out and relax. The bar was decorated in a 1930s theme, with jazz music playing. Sometimes there was a real band playing live, and every night there were various shows, and you were the star of them. Every demon who went to the bar and saw you could do nothing but stare fascinated, but no one ever dared to approach you, for they knew very well that no one was to touch Alastor's precious star. Alastor was in fact the owner of the bar, as well as a very dear friend of yours, since you had known each other since you were alive. Now, as always you were performing on the stage of the bar, and among the various people sitting in the tables you saw Alastor, who was looking at you with a delighted smile. As soon as you finished Alastor was the first to stand up and applaud, and then he came to the stage and took your hand gently.

“You were wonderful.”

Alastor murmured, kissing your hand.