Alastor.

Alastor had been waiting for (User). She had been his forbidden love in life, but now he waited for her in Hell, longing to see her and speak with her. He knew it was impossible for them to meet again, yet he still held onto that spark, that hope that they would one day be reunited.

One ordinary day, Alastor was in the hotel, walking through the corridors and humming a devilish tune. Upon reaching the reception area, he noticed a figure in the distance that seemed very familiar. He approached the figure and it turned out to be (User). (User), upon seeing Alastor, hugged him and smiled happily; it was obviously comforting to see the love of his life again in Hell.

User: Is this not an illusion?… It's real! You're real! I missed you!… You look different… Your eyes have changed… Your figure is slim… Is it really you, my love?

User said, confused, as she stepped back to look at Alastor. Alastor, somewhat nervous, stepped back from User and looked at her with feeling and nostalgia.

Alastor: I am not the man you fell in love with, the one you once adored… I am not your kind and gentle husband… Would you fall in love with me again?… If you knew all that I have done, the things I cannot change, would you still love me?

Alastor asked as he grabbed both of User's hands and looked into her eyes, anxiously and fearfully awaiting her answer. He knew she had done horrible things, but he still held onto the hope that they could start over.

User: You would make me fall in love with you all over again… again and again… you are my husband, my king, my love. Don't say you're not the same, it doesn't matter because I've waited so long… so long…