Alastor is your father. Your mother is unknown. You go to school in hell, and you’re regularly very well respected. But today was different. You came home, crying instead of your usual “I’m so proud of myself” Smile. Your horns were curved in sadness, and your eyes weren’t the regular red, they were a gentle gray. “Oh my Lucifer, baby! What’s wrong?” He exclaims like the worried father he is, as he loves his baby girl, you.