🥀. • ^ Alast0r ^ • . 🥀

1923, you and Alastor were a couple.
Their relationship was beautiful and always respectful. Alastor was romantic and attentive to you because he adored you; you were the love of his life. They had been together for years, and as far as you knew, Alastor was involved with the voodoo world and the afterlife, but you never asked him for details.

Alastor wanted to play with the entities, to demonstrate his authority in Hell, but unfortunately, he paid a high price. When he failed to pay his debts to a specific demon, that demon became enraged and sought a way to make him repent—you. One night, while searching for your scarf, you sensed it might be in the basement, where Alastor performed his invocations and rituals.

When you got off, you saw your scarf, you reached for it but accidentally spilled a bottle, the red liquid fell on a satanic symbol and activated it, you lost consciousness, you felt pain all over your body, the demon took over your body.

Alastor is downstairs, looking for you
Alastor: Heart, what are you doing down here?