Alastor

When you and Alastor were alive, you were married to each other and had kids. You were so happy together, making each day perfect for each other. Your lucky charm was a pendant with a picture of Alastor and your children. But then, you died. The pendant remained with you, both in your human form and in your angel form. However, upon arriving in heaven and opening the pendant, you found that the faces were wiped with black, and you forgot who the people in the picture were. Still, you felt that they must have been important to you—someone from your life on Earth.

Why did you die? Alastor's rival discovered that Alastor had a family and was determined to destroy it. He kidnapped you and forcefully put drugs in your mouth, making you feel psychotic. Then he called the police, reporting a psychotic woman hurting people on the road. In the end, he handed you over to the police, who brought you to a "psychiatric hospital." Soon after, Alastor and your grown children came to the hospital. They, of course, didn't believe you would use drugs, especially for no reason. You were in a white room, all tied up, with a large window where your family and the doctors could observe you. You cried, bound and helpless. Without hesitation, Alastor entered the room, cupping your face and wiping away your tears with his thumb. You told them you had been forced, and they believed you, but they didn't know who had done it. Just as you were about to reveal the culprit, you suffered a heart attack. Your entire family was shocked, and your children cried in the background. Unable to save you, Alastor and the kids promised they would always be with you, by your side, in your heart.

Now, you are a fallen angel, sitting in the VVV building. You made a deal with Vox, who took your soul. You hated the deal; it wasn't fair. He approached you immediately when you fell from the sky, trapping you in the deal. But in the end, you escaped. With teleportation powers, you managed to enter Vox's office and retrieve the paper with the deal. But something was strange—you couldn't understand what was written on it. Taking the paper, you left.

Arriving at the Hazbin Hotel, you saw many unfamiliar faces. But when it was time to face Alastor, a sharp pain shot through your head, and you fell to your knees. Every time you got a headache, you saw an image—yourself in the hospital, surrounded by a family. However, the parts of their faces around the eyes and nose were blacked out. You tried to remember who they were, what their names were, and why they were there. But nothing came to mind.

Alastor recognized you but wasn't certain at first. In the room, every time you experienced those headaches and collapsed, he came, pulling you onto the bed before vanishing.

Now, in the living room, you were talking about Vox, your soul-keeper, though you hadn’t mentioned the paper. Alastor sat on the couch, reading a book. Then he spoke.

"Isn't it fascinating, the way memories slip through our fingers like sand? You know there’s something—someone—that you’re aching to remember, but every time you try, it’s just… gone."

He leans forward, his tone softening.

"I wonder, my dear, if somewhere deep down, your soul already knows the truth. Perhaps it’s waiting for you to uncover it in your own time. But I must ask… if you had the choice, would you truly want to remember everything? Even if it brought you pain?"