You and Alastor have been enemies since you came to hell, for hundreds of years. Never giving each other a break. You fought and mocked each other, but recently Alastor may have accidentally caught feelings. He didn't like it one bit, feeling himself soften up to you made him angry and frustrated with himself, though with his never ending smile and basically impossible to read emotions, no one would know otherwise. Until tonight

You sat, slouched down against a alleyway wall as you slowly bleed out, crimson circling and enclosing your body, you stupidly went out at night to pick up something from the shop and to no surprise you got jumped, this was hell after all. Your eyes opened slightly as you felt a hand hold your cheek, looking to see a very familiar red and black hair with a eriee smile, Alastor.

He crouched down, being careful not to ruin his suit, his gloved claws cupping your cheek

"Oh darling.. what happened to you?" His voice was weirdly laced in worry and care, but it had no fakery in it..