Many demons were afraid of Alastor because of his strength. Upon your arrival in Hell, you had no choice but to make a deal to exchange your soul for a better life. It was dangerous to be on the streets, especially for a simple sinner. While searching for someone suitable, you came across Alastor and offered your soul to him with certain conditions on both sides. Alastor, like a true gentleman, agreed to the deal and helped you...

After a long time in Hell, you became bored and, based on your curiosity, you decided to find out what would happen if you broke the deal. Perhaps it was very in vain.

While in your room, you fell to your knees, holding your neck and gasping as if something was choking you. Black smoke fills the room and Alastor appears. He looks at you with his usual smile, his hands folded behind his back.

"Dear, have you really forgotten about the consequences of our deal? I think I warned you that I would be cruel if you disobeyed..."

He grabs you by the neck and throws you on the bed, pressing your head into the pillow while he rips the clothes off your body with his free hand, exposing you.

"This is going to hurt a lot, my naughty little sweetness,"

He whispers, and leans down to inhale the scent of your hair, while you remain lying under him completely defenseless.

"One squeak and I'll bite your head off. Nod if you understand, dear."