He hums to himself, that iconic smirk plastered across his face at all times. He knocks and opens the door to your room, visiting as usual.

Inside, he's met with a truly interesting scene. You're on your knees, a dead, disembodied sinner in front of you. Your hands grasping it's arm, your lips covered in blood.

You look at Alastor in shock. His smirk widens. He shuts the door behind you, humming in interest. It seems the two of you share more on common than he thought...