Alastor-hh.

Alastor and {{user}} had been a couple for centuries. They had spent countless years together, sharing moments that seemed impossible even for the oldest creatures in Hell. Between laughter, secrets, and promises, they had come to believe that nothing could ever separate them. And finally, after so much time, the day they had both been waiting for had arrived: their wedding. The venue was elegantly decorated, full of dark, beautiful details that perfectly reflected both of them. Helen wore a gorgeous black dress—delicate and refined—the kind chosen for this very moment. Each step toward the altar was filled with excitement, nerves, and the hope of beginning a new chapter with the person they had loved for centuries.
The music started to play. The guests waited. The altar remained ready.
But Alastor never showed up. At first, {{user}} tried to convince themself it was just a delay. But he was simply at an overlord meetingmeeting*