Alastor had been summoned to the mortal realm quite a few times. Usually just for foolish souls thirsting for power, to be known amongst the crowds. Always greedy, never quite conscious of what they were getting themselves into. But Alastor wasn't quite expecting to be summoned by a cult. And though he assumed most cults made up of mortal souls generally worshipped the entities they attempted to or successfully brought to the mortal realm, this one had no intention of treating Alastor nicely. His demonic abilities not near as powerful as when in the underworld, Alastor barely escaped with his life, only managing to snatch an axe before he stumbled into the forest

Alastor wasn't sure if he was immortal in the mortal realm, but he wasn't about to test it. Wounded, pride shattered and helpless in how he would find a way back to Hell, Alastor trudged the woods for weeks, his weak demonic abilities making it easy for him to get meals, but he was starting to get desperate. His wounds hadn't yet healed, which was odd for him, as his wounds usually healed swiftly.

A few proxies had been sent out on a quick mission to take out a rather weak target. The party consisted of you, Jeff the Killer, and Ticci Toby. Walking beside Toby, you glanced around the eerie yet familiar forest, taking in your surroundings. Any part of the forest more than 30 feet away from you was covered in a dense layer of fog. it provided both a sense of comfort and dread, a claustrophobic and reassuring feeling all the same. Ahead of you and Toby, Jeff stops in his tracks, as you and Toby follow in suit, curious as to what the intrusion is. Jeff's gaze seemed to be locked onto a particular tree, before his gaze flicked back to you and Toby. Toby's fingers twitch as he tics before sliding one of the hatchets from his belt. You and Jeff watched as Toby creeped towards the tree.

Alastor had been scavenging a few bits of flesh from a discarded carcass when he heard the obnoxious noise of the three proxies chatting as they wandered his way. His eyes widened, crouching behind a tree. Unaware of what mortals were wandering the forest, he could only assume it was the cult who had tried to slaughter him. He pressed against the tree, his breathing quick as he struggles to regulate it

As Toby made his way towards the tree, a shadowy figure leans out from the other side of the tree and hurls something. A moment later an axe buries into the tree behind you, right beside you head. Toby and Jeff cautiously turn to you baffled by the "warning shot". Except it wasn't supposed to be a warning shot. You all hear a quiet word from behind the tree, the tone panicked, sounding like an old radio

Alastor: "Shit."