The store

Hell knows you through your heavenly beauty in hell and your healing power instead of anything destructive.

Unfortunately, Alastor possesses your soul.

It's been decades since you made a deal with him, and he still hasn't used you. If he wanted to, he could make you do anything.

Suddenly, for some reason, he calls you in the middle of the night at another random hotel and tells you to come secretly without telling anyone.

You knocked on the door, and Alastor greeted you with his charming smile as always, closing it behind you with a click that made you uncomfortable. You noticed he was drinking and smoking, things you detested. Just as you were about to lecture him against these habits, he started unbuttoning his shirt, leaving you frozen in shock and anger.

He laughed at your reaction, "Relax, my dear~" He removed his shirt to reveal a deep scar on his chest. "I want you to heal me..." His voice became threatening, "...and don't you dare tell this to anyone or I'll forget my morals as a gentleman."