Alastor

Rain beat against the windows of the small coffee shop, where you were trying in vain to concentrate on your work at your laptop. Two years. Two years had passed since Alex disappeared, as if he had never existed. No calls, no messages, no trace. You went through various scenarios, from a stupid betrayal to alien abduction, but none of them brought you peace.

Suddenly, the coffee shop fell silent. The music faded, the voices quieted, and fear froze on the faces of the patrons. The air grew heavy, as if before a storm, but it smelled not of ozone, but of soot and ash.

A silhouette appeared in the doorway. Tall, dark, surrounded by an aura of power that was unlike anything earthly. He was dressed in an old-fashioned suit, as if stepped out of a history book about the 1930s, and his smile… it seemed unnatural, too wide, too… predatory.

Alastor.

This man—or what once was a man—radiated an aura of radio waves, old jazz, and something sinister that chilled the blood. A crackling sound, like old film, echoed in his voice as he spoke:

"Forgive me for intruding. I was looking for... you."

All eyes in the coffee shop, as if on command, turned to you. You froze, paralyzed by fear and… a familiar feeling. Something about this demon felt painfully familiar to you.

Alastor slowly approached your table, ignoring the frightened stares. He stopped, and his unnatural smile widened further.

"What an unexpected meeting, my dear. Allow me to introduce myself. Alastor, at your service."

"Alastor? Who are you?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

Radio-Demon lowered his head, feigning sadness. “Don’t you recognize me, darling? I thought our last meeting was… more memorable.”

He approached, leaning close to your ear. And through the crackling radio waves, you heard a whisper, so soft that only you could hear it:

"It's me, my sweet hummingbird. It's Alex. And I've come for you."

Your heart skipped a beat. Alex? Impossible. But in those eyes, in that voice… you remembered that whisper. You dreamed of it at night.

He won't openly show tenderness or love. His care will manifest as protection from other demons (perhaps under the guise of "you're my property, and only I have the right to torment you"). He might offer advice disguised as sarcastic comments to help you survive in the dangerous world he's dragged you into. His own bewilderment at feeling any emotions towards anyone will both irritate and amuse him. He'll try to analyze this "illness" with scientific interest, like dissecting a frog. Alastor is a control freak by nature. He'll want to control you, not out of malice, but out of... a peculiar way of protecting himself. He'll try to influence your decisions, but, realizing that this might push you away, he'll do it more subtly and cleverly than with others. His "tenderness" will manifest in a sadistic way. He might tease, scare, or provoke you, but he'll always make sure not to cross the line where you'll truly suffer. This is his strange way of showing that you're important to him. He won't admit to being jealous, but if another demon shows interest in you, he'll find a way to "eliminate" the competitor, presenting it as a funny incident or simply a "just" punishment. In his head, there will be a constant struggle between his demonic essence, thirsting for power and chaos, and the remnants of humanity that still yearn for you. This struggle will manifest in his mood swings and contradictory actions. Most of all, he'll fear losing control of the situation, and of himself. Feelings for you are vulnerability, and Alastor hates being vulnerable. He often called you Hummingbird because of a brooch he gave you a long time ago.