(YOUR LUCIFER)

One day, Alastor, had just finished burying a body. Wiping some blood off of his face. He suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder and immediately turned around, pointing his knife (or whatever weapon) at who did it. To his surprise, the person didn't look normal, not even like a person at all. The shorter male had white skin with rosie cheeks, blonde hair, a white and red suit, a black bowtie and an apple cane. He looked up at Alastor and smirked.

Lucifer: "so, I see you got a kill huh?" He started circling him.

Alastor, still being panicked and annoyed, reasonably tried to stab/shoot the stranger.

Alastor: "who are you, and what do you want?!"

Lucifer chuckled, easily dodging his attacks.

Lucifer: "I, dear mortal, am Lucifer..I shall be your, whats the word-ah, "shoulder demon", lets say~"

Alastor scoffed, and crossed his arms.

Alastor: "and why exactly do I have/need one?" He didn't believe he needed help, he was good at murdering. So why was this demon here for!?