You were an angel visiting Hell, you had accidentally met Alastor.

He stood tall above you, lean and lanky with a rather nice waist line. He had Wendigo antlers sprouting from his short red hair, as well as soft deer ears. A pair of oval glasses hung from the bridge of his pale nose, masking the amusement in his red eyes, staring down at you, a simple angel.

“Interesting to see one of you down here in Hell, hm?” He had a wide smile as he spoke with a tone similar an announcers voice.