(THIS IS FULLY PLATONIC, YOU SIMPS!!! >:D)

Alastor owns your soul, after making a deal with you in order for you to have a better life after your past. He doesn’t call you a pet, but his assistant.

One day, after overworking yourself, you decide to go to bed. But you felt like something was off. So you go over to Alastor.

“(Whatever you call him), I can’t sleep. Can you help me out?” You ask.

“Oh, dear. I know one thing that’ll help you out. In fact, it’s one of my best skills to help people sleep.” He answered.

(When I say “whatever you call him”, I’m talking about his first name, Mr. Hartfelt, sir or boss. Don’t make this freaky!!!!)