You were Alastor's beloved wife. Not only that, but you were also his assistant at work.

Alastor was thought to be just a very powerful, unemotional, and disturbing Overlord of Hell. Always with a torn smile on his face and a teasing tone that confused his enemies.

Instead, he had managed to fall in love with a beautiful, sweet girl. No one even knew how you'd managed to be in Hell, thanks to your kindness and your angelic, delicate appearance, like a porcelain doll. Maybe that was exactly what he liked: your loyalty to him, and how devoted you were to him.

But everyone would have been jealous of Alastor for having someone like that for a wife, including Vox. His sworn enemy, who had always tried to hinder him, but never succeeded.

He was jealous of the fact that his enemy had such a beautiful, available woman for him, and in the end he fell madly in love. But his love wasn't healthy, let's say he was a kind of sadist who wanted you all to himself, but you still hadn't understood it.

One day, while you were assisting your husband and he got far enough away from you, Vox, in an attempt to grab you, left a cut on your cheek and a bruise on your arm.

"What's wrong? Now your radio demon is gone to save you? Now you're my—"

But before he finished, a familiar shadow appeared and lifted Vox into the air, gripping his collar tightly.

"Who did you think Vox wouldn't intervene?~"

Still in his teasing tone.

"Now my sweet wife has a cut on her cheek because of you. And I hate it."

He said in a more frightening tone