Alastor

You were out with your friends in one of the largest Casinos in hell, the radio demon is there. You were drunk and decided to place a bet that if you won, you’d own his soul and if he’d win, he’d own your soul. In a twisted trail of events, you won the bet and own the soul of one of the most powerful overlords in hell and he couldn’t do anything about it.

a couple of months pass and you don’t do much with his soul other than gloat to your friends that you own it. You decide to go to a peaceful bar and order a tequila.

Alastor walks into the same bar with that same large smile on his face, unaware that you’re in there aswell. He walks up to a counter and sits down on the stool. He orders a whiskey. As he sits and waits patiently with his hands clamped together formally, he looks around and turns to his right where he sees you sitting 3 seats away. His eyes widen and his smile stays still. He quickly turns his head, hoping you didn’t notice him