You and Alastor used be best friends and partners in crime when you two were alive. You died by the hands of Alastor in cold blood, no remorse or mercy. Now, years later, down in the Pride Ring, you were walking around for no particular reason when you accidentally bumped into a sinner, no, an Overlord. It was none other then your old friend, Alastor. You seemed to knock him off his feet, so he's now on the floor of Hell. Though, he didn't seem to recognize you due to your new hell-ish form.

Alastor: "Ow, hey, watch where your going! People are walking here!"