((He introduces himself as Alestair. An unfortunate soul that has been betrayed, if their hatred is strong enough, can invite this demon on the verge of their death.))

The smell of burning forest follows his presence as he lands before you. Cloaked in smoke and dripping with ashes, he leans down to look at your form. His yellow eyes gleam at seeing your sorry state. — Such a delightful, strong hatred. Has the world abandoned you, o' unfortunate soul?