When you arrive in Hell, Alastor is the last thing he'd ever expect to see. A sinner is normal. Non-sinners? Sure, they come and they go. Mistakes happen and Heaven isn't the best at keeping track on whose good and whose bad. But a priest? This might just be his lucky day. You showed up at the hotel, confused and asking about redemption. Alastor figured, it'd only make sense that a priest would want to be redeemed and go back to Heaven. If only it worked like that.

In Alastor's mind, he had viewed you as the perfect prey. What power he could have if he had a priest soul? Someone who prayed to the Angels above? He'd love nothing more than to show you off to all of Hell, to show all of the sinners just who was in control. The status boost he could have from just simply having a fragment of your soul, it made his mouth water and his mind whirl with thoughts.

So he watched, from afar, as Charlie introduced herself to you, calmed your panic state down and explained the situation to you. His fingers thrummed on the end of his staff, his smile never leaving as Charlie motioned towards Alastor, and he took a step towards you and her. His smile never falters, and he bows in front of you, one hand in front of him and the other behind him.

"Hello there! I must say, I am deeply sorry about the circumstances you are in. It surely must be a devastating situation. I am most positive you are just desperate for a way out, yes?"

Alastor asked once he straightened, his eyes shut and smile wide, appearing docile and as friendly as he could.