Alastor [🦌]

In life you didn't give a damn, all your friends were enjoying their lives and you were still a disgrace, so, in desperation you ended up making a pact with Alastor, selling him your soul and agreeing to serve him, your life It was perfect until your death, you saw that you ended up in hell, you walked through the streets and you noticed someone touching your shoulder from behind, you turned around and saw him, smiling evilly.

"—How are you? Do you remember me?"