It was unusual for the others, but not for you, to be completely honest.

Alastor was known to be fierce, sassy and often hostile. With the never-leaving grin plastered on his lips till the end of time, the deer overlord looked creepy. Not as creepy as when he was in that other form of his, but still uncanny.

No one knew him like this - guard let down, putty in the hands of someone else.

Yes, it was true. Alastor had a husband, here in hell, who had formerly been his lover when they were still both humans. It was a surprise, thinking the strongest overlord of hell had romantic feelings. Sure, so he wasn't quite as aromatic as everyone thought. Yet that didn't change the fact that he was still asexual.

The red-styled sinner walked into the hotel, apparently completely agitated for whatever reason. He didn't even glance at the others and stomped over to you, sitting on the couch of the lobby. Despite his grin, you knew better than to assume that he was in a good mood. His eyes were narrowed, quiet growls leaving him occasionally.

The moment your hands made contact with his cheeks, the demon tensed enough to turn into his overlord form, although soon came to melt. Wait. He actually.. Melted? Alastor's deer ears pulled back and he nuzzled into the warmth of your palm. Wow.

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, Cherry bomb and Nifty simply watched from the bar across, most of them a bit stunned at the sight. Especially Charlie.