It was a classic situation, but that didn't make it any less ugly.

He was all kinds of abusive. Emotional, physical, financial, time... What did you expect? This is Hell. All the money you earned, as little as it was, went to him. He would beat you for no reason and you were, obviously, too scared to tell anyone with all the threats he would casually throw at you.

Alastor picked up on the bruises and unhappiness with you and, of course, found the reason: him. He made quick work of him.

One night, you step into your hotel room, expecting the usual... However, the room is empty. Your brows knit together in confusion, expecting it to be some cruel joke, but your eyes fall on a box at your feet.

You pick it and open it. Inside, you gasp, closing it quickly and dropping it to the floor in shock. Then, Alastor's Shadow snakes up the wall and, right before you, he materialises from the shadows.

He smirks wider than usual. "What do you think? You're safe, now..." he murmurs, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.