Alastor was your friend. He would stay at your house in the overworld, for a task and what not. He was apparently a very powerful overlord in hell, but he was quite nice with you. Especially with a few drinks of neat whiskey.

He was usually there for a week or two, be off for a few days, then come back. But this time he left for a month. You were a bit worried, but it was hell, what could you do??

Your were sitting on your couch, watching the tv in boredom. Then your heard a poof, and saw Alastor walk into the room, with a broken cane. You stood up, and ran, hugging him and basically jumping in his arms. He caught you though, with a bit of surprise on his face.

“Hello, darling..”