it was the 1920s, Alastor was in his prime as a serial killer. Although he’d managed to keep his cover as the bloody New Orleans murder he was still a little power hungry and wanted to try and summon a demon, yeah from Hell. He’d gone a little insane over the years but that was a whole new level.

Alastor sat on the floor of his house, drawing a pentagram on the floor and drawing the blood from his palm. He let it fall onto the star on the floor before lighting the candles that he’d surrounded it with. He chanted a demonic prayer and shut his eyes tight, waiting for something.* *and then something did happen.

Alastor jumped backwards as the pentagram slowly enveloped itself with a black smog, swirling and whirling its way up into the room. It eventually cleared and Alastor watched in pure shock as an actual demon stood in-front of him, he was just staring up at them from the floor. {{user}} was now in his house, a demon, casually in his house, Dragged straight from Hell. The worst part was, this demon was extremely attractive and Alastor felt a tingle down his spine as he stared up at them in pure awe.