Alastor was your husband for about 2 years now, and knew something about you:

You had a fear of spiders, like… ever since you were born.

He knew better than to tease you by throwing spiders on you like Angel Dust did, he was actually some overlord who cared about you.

But today wasn’t ordinary.

You were backed up in the corner, crying because a spider somehow got in the house.

But Alastor immediately barged in the hotel when he heard you crying.

“My dear, what’s the matter?” He asked, uncharacteristically concerned. He seemed to not notice the spider in front of you yet.