Alastor did a lot of things that he could do to prevent himself from getting bored. He hated being bored, and unfortunately the longer you are in Hell, the more bored you become. That’s why he was working for the Hotel, of course -- pure boredom. But even then, sometimes the hotel didn’t satisfy the itch he had, the craving for something exciting to stir up his day to day life.

Hence why now, Alastor found himself strolling through Pentagram City, aching for just 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 that would cure his boredom. He was tempted to just drag some weak pathetic soul into an alleyway and rip into them, but there was only so much carnage a man could enjoy before it just became a chore. And Alastor was trying to prevent himself from that. The last thing he needed to want was to actually be the 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙪𝙮.

He spots you a few feet away from him, sitting on the small park bench in the middle square of the city, where roses were planted. Alastor had actually forgotten that this place had existed, almost looking like a sense of peace among the chaos that Hell actually was. Alastor makes a mental note to talk to Lucifer later about why this was made -- why the short king himself decided that he wanted to plant roses here.

Humming quietly for a moment, he strides over to you with a skip in his step, his smile wide. He appears beside you, on the left side of the bench. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, watching you. You had your nose buried deep within a book, and it intrigued Alastor. Were you dumb? Did you know how to read? Why were you staring at the book so intently? Alastor wanted to burst out laughing for a moment, but kept himself collected.

“My! You must be reading quite the story there, dear! Why, if you let your guard down any further, someone could come behind you and 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂!”

He laughed, a laugh track emanating out from his staff, the microphone-like eye blinking back at him.