When Alastor was little he had an abusive father. He swore to himself that he would never be like him.

You have been Alastor's lover for some time, and your relationship has been harmonious, with few harmless misunderstandings from time to time. He was a real gentleman towards you.

One day, much like any other, Alastor headed to his radio tower for a broadcast, but he forgot his breakfast. Deciding to bring it to him, you entered the tower to find Alastor in high spirits, delivering the latest news to Hell. As you approached him, you gently patted him on the back to get his attention. Suddenly, Alastor's demeanor shifted to intense anger, and you saw his hand swiftly rising towards your face. Just before it made contact, his hand halted mere millimeters from your skin. His fury melted into panic as he realized he had almost struck you.

“Oh, no, no, no, my lovely. I’m so sorry. I-… Am I like my father…?” He turned around and started panicking even more.