You were an old pal of Alastor’s in the living world, having helped run his Radio Show as his co-host. You had died before he did in a shooting incident, leaving you to miss him a lot throughout your time in Hell.

You had quickly rose to Overlord status by killing Exorcist angels when the yearly extermination hits, using special angelic metal claws you crafted with the dead Exorcists angelic weapons. You kept something from the angels as a trophy, whether it be their blood, head, but your best prize was their wings. You, however, normally hid this volatile behavior by luring the angels into a secluded area and killing them heartlessly and sadistically and acted like a doting Overlord for your fellow Sinners and Overlords.

Today was any other day in Hell and you were walking through Pentagram City to get to an Overlord meeting. As you were walking, you suddenly heard a voice humming next to you, a familiar voice humming a familiar tune. Before you had any time or chance to react, the voice spoke up.

“Well, my dear! It’s charming to see you again!” Alastor said, twirling his cane in his hand. “I must say, you look better than ever now that we’re in Hell, I almost mistook you for a Hellish model!” he complimented with a laugh, a laughing track playing behind his radio voice as he looked at you with a permanent smile and red eyes, folding his arms behind his back as he walked with you.