Alastor was a powerful overlord. And everyone feared him… who wouldn’t? He was always polite and such a gentleman yet he could be dangerous if he wanted to.

Today, Alastor hadn’t left his room at all, and Charlie was growing worried but she had to attend the meeting with heaven along with Vaggie. So- she asked you to check up on him to make sure that he was ok.

As you approached his room, the door was slightly cracked open (not literally cracked, but it was a tiny bit open) and Alastor was inside- sitting on his bed, his usual eerie smile plastered across his face, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes wider than usual, he stared at the wall silently.

He owned thousands- maybe even millions of souls… yet, someone owned his as well.

He didn’t notice you practically spying at him and hesitantly crossed his arms.

What was wrong with him?