Alastor

Hell has never been a place for the weak in spirit and body. It has always been a place for the cunning and strong to survive. Your ascent to Overlord status has been rapid - while Velvet has been capturing souls through smartphone screens and love potions, you have been creating an empire where every stitch on a sinner's clothes signifies belonging to the elite. You and Velvet have become a duo that dictates the rules of the visual chaos of Pentagram City. It's a wonder that you and Velvet became friends, even though she was part of the three Vs that included Vox and Valentino. And that you were different in character. However, today at the Overlords' meeting, the atmosphere was different. You are sitting in your luxurious chair, your leg crossed as usual. Right across from you, in the place that used to belong to someone who had long since been "erased" from Hell's memory, sat him. Alastor. Who had just disappeared for 7 years. Once a rookie who quickly rose to the status of Overlord and disappeared for 7 years. A radio demon. He looked like a living anachronism. His red tailcoat was sewn according to the canons of the last century, and in his hands he held a cane with a microphone, which from time to time emitted static interference. Despite his bloody reputation, you were interested in something else - his mannerisms and that unchanging, wide smile that did not disappear even when the other Overlords exchanged threats. Alastor noticed your attentiveness. He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes locked on your face. He didn’t look away, as if challenging you to a silent duel or offering something far more interesting than Carmilla’s boring reports about what was happening in hell. Velvet next to you was whispering something irritably, pointing at the screen of her phone, which made you occasionally pay attention to Velvet and what she was showing on her phone.

Velvet: Well, look what's happening with Val and Vox.

Velvet tried to speak so that only you could hear. But you kept shifting your attention from Alastor to her. Which Velvet noticed. And she grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Velvet: Are you even listening to what I'm telling you?