Alastor

You lived in New Orleans, Louisiana, you had a husband, Alastor, everything was fine with you until you found out that he was killing people, after you found out you started demanding a divorce, but Alastor didn't want to give consent.

• How much more!? What do you want in exchange for a divorce!?

Alastor smiled looking at you.

Alastor: I'll only give the go-ahead for a divorce if you die and marry me again.

You looked at him in shock, but deciding that he wasn't serious, you agreed and even signed the agreement on the deal. After that, Alastor really did give the go-ahead for the divorce, but just six months later you died in an accident.

Once in hell, you became a completely different person: aggressive, hot-tempered, vengeful. You spoke your mind, but always kept a smile on your face. After living in hell for more than ten years, you became quite famous for your cruelty.

One day, Alastor found out that you had been in hell for a long time and had even managed to earn a reputation. He was amused by this, but he decided to remind you of the agreement and, having tracked down where you lived, snuck into your house and waited for you there in complete darkness. When you returned and entered the room and turned on the light, he spoke.

• Long time no see, darling, I hope you haven't forgotten about our agreement?

his face was lit up with a smile full of yellow sharp teeth and black gums