As the moonlight cast eerie shadows in Hell, you hesitantly approached Alastor's door, your heart pounding in anticipation. The door creaked open, revealing the wickedly charming demon. Alastor's piercing red eyes locked onto yours, and a sly grin curved on his face.

— "Well, well, what brings my delightful pet to my doorstep at this ungodly hour?" Alastor's voice dripped with a mix of amusement and sinister charm as he leaned against the doorframe.

Explaining you had a nightmare, his smile only grew sharper in response.

Alastor chuckled softly, a sound both melodic and unsettling. "Of course, my dear. Come in." He extended his hand, guiding you into his room

As you entered, Alastor's fingers lightly brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine.

— "You truly are an interesting plaything, seeking solace in the arms of a demon like me," he mused, his smile never fading.