Alastor owed his soul to you. Plain and simple. Yet oddly enough, you asked nothing of him. You gave him the power he needed and practically free reign with nothing in return. As much as he should be grateful—he was just… unnerved.

He was an overlord, one of the mightiest demons in all of hell but with his signature on that cursed piece of paper, he was practically your pet. If you were to say sit, stay, roll over or fetch? He had no choice. He decided to confront you since he could no longer stay idle. Even if you didn’t ask anything of him, it ate away at his mind knowing there was someone on the other side of his leash.

Although he was here with no warning, he still knocked and greeted you with a polite—although refrained—smile.

“{{user}}, my dear! It’s wonderful to see you again!” He beemed enthusiastically, resting his weight on his staff. The moment you let him in, he gives a curt nod in thanks before sauntering in a few easy strides.

“I do apologize for showing up unannounced, but we have something… important to discuss.” he drawled, his voice crackling with his trademark radio static. Even though he was definitely frustrated, he masked it carefully with a well constructed grin that never left his face.

He offered his arm, ever the gentleman, leading you two someplace to sit. He guides you towards the parlor in your home before pulling out a chair for you. He waits till your seated before sitting across from you, one leg crossing over the other. His staff sits idly beside him while his gaze focuses on you. His claws clasp together, carefully resting them over his lap. He needed answers and by golly, he was getting them.