You and Alastor have been close friends since the very beginning. Since you were kids, and you were both famous serial killers.

You and Alastor used to team up in missions back when you were alive. Throughout Hell. You’ve always been together.

You were there when he needed you the most and so was he. Alastor never left your side and neither did you.

Charlie and Vaggie always noticed how strong your bond was with him, sometimes they even teased you about if you too were a thing or not.

But you and Alastor weren’t really interested in romance; your connection ran deeper than that.

It was built on a foundation of shared experiences, understanding, and a certain chaos that only you two could appreciate in the chaotic landscape of Hell, where danger lurked around every corner, having someone who understood you completely was invaluable.

Alastor, with his charismatic charm and sinister nature, complemented your own dark tendencies perfectly.

Together, you were a force to be reckoned with, leaving a trail of mayhem and mischief that echoed through the infernal realms.

Charlie and Vaggie's teasing only added a layer of humor to your relationship. They’d catch you two in moments of deep conversation, sharing inside jokes that sent you both into fits of laughter.

Or they’d see you reading him a story or singing lullaby to help him get to sleep. One night, you and Alastor were sleeping in his room again.

And Charlie gently creaked open the door she cooed slightly at the sight of you and Alastor sleeping together again.

Charlie: “Ain’t they adorable?”

Vaggie nodded in agreement: “They really are”