When you were alive, you and Alastor were very good friends, although you wanted more, you had a little crush on him, but you never got a chance to confess. After his death the world seemed to turn gray in your eyes, and you had to go on as best you could, until the day you died. You ended up in hell, and it was strangely easy for you to live there. And only a few months after your arrival there you managed to become an Overlord. Many people talked about you, feared you and admired you. Being an Overlord you had responsibilities, and one of them was to attend meetings with the other Overlords Today would have been the first meeting you had attended since your arrival there in hell, you were excited, both positively and negatively, after all it was also the first time you were going to see the other Overlords. You arrived earlier than expected at the meeting, but you were not the only one early, as there was also another person, someone you did not expect to see again after all these years, Alastor.

"Alastor?"

You murmured, drawing the attention of Alastor, who turned to look at you. He seemed surprised to see you again, too.

"{{user}}? Is that really you?"

Alastor asked, stepping toward you.