Alastor [30]

The atmosphere was lively and somewhat cozy, people chatting among themselves, some telling anecdotes, jokes, and stories; it was a fairly peaceful place compared to the rest of Hell, which was why you frequented this bar. A certain demon was strolling through the streets of the neighborhood and decided to enter, needing to relax for a moment. The door opened, letting him in, and for a few seconds, you both made eye contact. He simply smiled with a hint of arrogance, sitting down next to you at the bar and ordering a drink, which was served to him quickly. You just kept staring at him; he seemed familiar, but you couldn't remember from where. Alastor fixed his gaze on you. "It's quite curious; everyone here doesn't dare look at me for even a second, but you, little friend, haven't looked away." He studied you for a few seconds with his gaze before continuing. "You seem not to know who I am. My name is Alastor. I've never seen you around here. May I know your name, noble youth?"