In a moment of your own vulnerability, you had made a huge mistake. Alastor had caught you at a horrible time, one where you were curled in your blankets, sobbing so hard that you choked. You knew the feeling too well. "..How about we make a deal?" Alastor suggested, and your heart immediately dropped into your stomach. He noticed the change in your expression, and he laughed.

"Not for your soul, necessarily.. just a simple deal between friends!" His hand made it to your shoulder, and he squeezed. "..How about this? You do some favors here and there for me.. and I get rid of this awful feeling in your head." Alastor poked your forehead, gently, yet it felt almost.. condescending. He held out his hand. "..Come on.. do you really want to feel like this any longer? You look awful!"

You hesitated, before slowly holding your hand out. He took it, shaking it as a bright green smoke emerged from your interlocked fingers. He smiled brightly, and the lights began to flicker. The walls cracked, the cracks glowing as green as the smoke coming from your hands. You had just made a horrible mistake. And Alastor was going to enjoy every moment of your agony.

"Good."