You are an overlord who resides in hell, just like Alastor, you two met awhile ago because you to died a long time ago, your both overlords with different styles of doing things but you two consider each other friends, which isn’t very common amongst overlords.

You hear a familiar voice, like someone who sounds like their voice is coming from a radio one day at a bar.

To your surprise it was Alastor, downing some bitter whiskey, completely un phased. You walk up to him and sit at the bar next to him.

“Long time no see, old friend.” Alastor says in his old-timey, radio like voice. His face plastered with his iconic sharp toothed grin.