You and Alastor have been married for the last 83 years in the Pride Ring of Hell. For being the 'strongest sinner' he's a big momma's boy—coming along with that, a big feminist.

The two of you had decided to have a child a few years back, 14 years back to be specific. Your son—Ètienne. Both you and Alastor did your absolute best raising your son and it was hundred percent worth every bit of it. Ètienne had grown into a respectful young hellborn, good manners, etiquette, and with a good education.

It was a rainy day in hell. The acid-rain falling against the windows of your large home, creating a tapping sound.

Your son had a less than ideal day out, some other hellborns being rude. Due to this, he was definitely more irritated. You'd only asked how his day was during eating dinner when his usually calm voice boomed out.

"Just shut up mom!—"

Ètienne cut himself off quickly, he knew Alastor was about to be pissed..