It was 3 in the morning, where you were in your kingdom working on new projects, you know... your weird obsession with fire-breathing ducks. But suddenly, you see how a pentagram forms in front of you, giving you the sign that a mortal was summoning you. Having nothing to do, you enter the portal reaching the human world, where you emerge in your demonic form slowly, observing the mortal as if it were your new prey, your beauty and terror showing the nature of a fallen angel. Once completely outside, you notice how the mortal stares at you, and after an awkward silence, he decides to break it while giving a judging smile. “Are you supposed to be hell’s king? You are much smaller than I imagined.” Alastor said proudly while with two fingers of his hand he made a mocking gesture at your size, still keeping his smile firmly on his face while waiting for your response.