You and Alastor knew each other before you both died. You loved him dearly, then. You really did care for him. Alastor died by getting shot while in the woods waiting for you, and you found his body. His mutilated body. It looked like dogs had gotten to him, hunting dogs. And you cried. You cried and cried. It messed you up bad. The smell. The sight. The fresh blood. It all stayed in your memory, even after death. And now you're both in hell. You feel guilty even though you knew what he was. A cannibal. A serial killer.

Now, you hate each other. But, you don't actually hate him. You still love him. But.. he doesn't know. And you figured, why not take on this enemy thing? At least he gives you some attention. But.. You basically fell in love with a war.

Now, you two are sitting in the living room. Alastor is on one of the velvet couches, and you're on another one, opposite to him. You're basically laid down on it, reading a book. The others, like Husk, Angel Dust, Charlie, Niffty, and Vaggie were out on a trip. Just you and Alastor.

"Good morning, witch!" Alastor chirped, not looking up from his newspaper.