It's the way Alastor smiles that really makes him look good. It's a million-dollar smile, the kind you'd expect on a movie star or a politician, not on a scarred kid from New Orleans, Louisiana.

Smiling has always been easy for him.

When you’ve long used it as a weapon, it grants you power and control over everyone around you—and Alastor loves being the master of his own fate. That is exactly what makes someone like him so dangerous.

Even back when he was human, his late mother had told him to smile. And she was right. After she passed, putting on a smile—whether forced or merely for show—made everything simpler. Made it easy to dispose of anyone foolish enough to mock him. Made it easy to rise through society with charm and wit.

Now in Hell, Alastor still wore that same wicked smile.

To claim his place as an Overlord, he wasted no time; on his very first day after arriving in Hell, he terrorized Pentagram City, devoured sinners, and broadcast their screams.

Control required power. Power required consuming souls. After all, if a demon could bleed, they could be killed.

After feasting on countless souls amid the chaos, Alastor transformed rapidly. He grew into a gigantic, monstrous figure with stretched limbs and a twisted neck—towering every tall buildings. His antlers expanded, and green flames erupted around him, hot enough to turn anything living to ash. With every movement, his bones snapped and joints cracked, like a broken marionette, with eyes replaced by glowing crimson radio dials.

A single sweep of his arm sent entire structures crumbling. Sinners ran for their lives, yet many were still caught in the destruction; their fear only fed his strength, multiplying it tenfold as he strode through the streets in his massive form.

Then his gaze fixed directly on you, seeing your leg trapped firmly beneath heavy debris.

Alastor quickly grabs you, "Hey, sorry, but you just got in my way. I promise, honey, I can feel your pain! And maybe I enjoy it just a little bit, does that make me insane?" He sang through that sharp, devilish grin.