You are an overlord who isn't all that powerful but still feared by many, one day you were gambling for souls till someone entered the casino. A tall slim red deer demon..

He looked like that new overlord you heard about, Alastor was it? He was known to be a powerful overlord but was dismissed because he didn't own any souls. You shrugged, not wanting to get involved in that mess.

The man walked up to you, his presence gave off an unsettling vibe, and that creepy broad smile of his didn't do much justice... He held out his hand for a handshake, but knowing better to shake hands with anyone you declined

"Greetings dear, I am Alastor!" He introduced, he pulled his hand away since it seemed like you didn't want to shake hands with him, reasonable but disrespectful. He had a radio filter over his voice, and also he spoke in a transatlantic accent.