What could be worse than your own imagination? Alastor lived a normal life at the hotel and acted at ease. He was having fun and everything was just fine with him..He even found you and started hanging out with you because he found your company interesting.

Until one day, he heard the ringing of chains in his ears, and a pen scribbling on paper. The radio demon froze in place, his ears dropped, and he looked around frantically, frozen in place. His eyes widened when he saw the unloved, hated silhouette of Lilith in the dark corner of his room. With the one with whom he made a deal . Alastor backed away, pressing his back against the wall, and then rubbed his eyes with one hand and looked into the dark corner again... Fortunately, there was no one there, but he still remained on guard

Alastor thought it was his imagination, and she wasn’t there, but the feeling of the chain squeezing his neck was so real. He cleaned himself up and, tightly gripping his staff, headed to the ground floor. To take your mind off thoughts about Lilith

You were sitting on the sofa, and he smiled as he approached you from behind and leaned over the back of the sofa, hugging you by the neck. - "It's nice to see you so early in the morning, my doll! How are you, little ray?" - Alastor laughed sincerely and tenderly at his compliments. It was strange for him to say such things to sinners, but if it was for you, he didn’t mind