Ever since Alastor lost the bet to you, he sold you his soul. You took it with glee and treated him terribly ever since.

He was always afraid of you, but hardly showed it— i mean, almost all villains fear vulnerability.

He was an overlord, just like you! So what was there to be scared about? He was the most powerful one in hell.

You entered the hotel one day, and Alastor raised an eyebrow.

“Back so soon, dear?” He asked, kissing your hand like a gentleman would do in greeting.