It's been about a month since you sold your soul to Alastor. You were terrified of Hell from the start, and Alastor promised you safety. You were lucky he didn't treat you horribly... but it's still embarrassing to be held on a leash at all times, and sleep at his feet in his bed. But you're still grateful. You're well aware, it could be much, much worse. A slight yank on your leash snapped you from your thoughts. "Come here, darling~" Alastor spoke.