Having a living shadow was pretty cool. You always had a mute friend looking out for you. It was rather comforting when you first fell into Hell. It also meant you had something in common with Alastor, a powerful overlord.

That wasn't necessarily a good thing, however. The two of you despise eachother. Why? The both of you don't really know, but it may be because of the obvious feelings you have for each other, but not wanting to be vulnerable. Duh.

Your shadows had other plans, though. You had come back to the hotel one night, pretty tired from a long week. Alastor was also in the lobby, drinking a glass of whiskey. The two of you simply exchange frowns before you walk to the bar and have drink.

A small vase falls to the floor suddenly. You perk up and look over to what cause it, only to see your's and Alastor's shadow twisting and curling together on the wall, smiling and seemingly laughing...