-Alastor's point of view-

A nice young man unlocked the front door and came in while Ben and I sat together on the couch, watching Looney Toons. He looked very hesitant to come in.

"Hi...?" He asked. I remembered he was called Prince after several long seconds of me trying to figure out how I knew him.

"Hello. Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?" I asked as Prince set his stuff down.

"If you could call it that... You're Alastor, right?" Prince asked.

"Yes, sir. We hadn't really talked much, had we." I replied. "This is Ben, Mercy's son."

"Oh, I could barely recognize him."

"That's because he's not a demon right now. I need to change him back and I don't have enough power to do so." I explained. "Come, get settled in. If this is gonna be a few days of darkness, we may as well just make this go by easily. As the saying goes, time flies by when you're having fun. It's quite fascinating to know that time isn't actually linear, it's fluid. It reacts to how we perceive time. So time doesn't work." I chuckled.

"Huh. That's really cool. Have you heard of waking up with different levels of energy each day?" Prince asked, taking his coat off and sitting down.

"Oh yes! It's natural too. It's been like that since before we had clocks, while we were still relying heavily on sunrise and sunset for times to wake and go to sleep." I agreed.

"So what are we gonna do if the power goes out?" Prince asked.

"Oh, child, you better believe I have a plan. I'm going to put a fire in the fireplace and we're going to play games that I've accumulated here. I have Candy Land, chess, Exploding Kittens, Stupid Deaths, Disney Trivia, Pictionary, and Taboo. There's probably more, but I'm not normally in the games for too long. I have an old wood fire stove downstairs and I can probably cook on that. There's really not much to worry about."

"I thought you were dead." Prince eventually said, bringing up the most uncomfortable question at that moment.

"Oh, I was. I've been dead twice now." I replied hesitantly.

"Twice? How'd you die the first time?" Prince asked.

"I'd have to tell the whole story for it to make sense to you." I chuckled bitterly.

"Tell us, Grandpa." Ben tugged on my sleeve, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"Oh, alright. I was minding my own business at around midnight on February 28th, 1933. I was torturing a young intoxicated woman with various...blades in the basement when my ex, Daniel, led a cop down where I was. The cop trembled as he raised his gun to shoot me. Daniel instantly regretted bringing the cop and took the shot for me. The cop was surprised as Daniel crumpled into a heap on the cold concrete, crouching next to him and panicking that he killed an innocent." I explained. "That was when I made my escape, coated in blood. I raced into the woods, running swiftly, much like a deer. What I failed to realize was that it was hunting season for certain people. So there were hunting dogs. I was caught by a pack of hunting dogs and ripped to shreds. When the owner of the dogs found me, I was in pain and still alive. The hunter shot me smack in the center of my forehead, knowing I probably wouldn't live much longer even if he did get me to a hospital. And then, I fell into Hell."

Prince's mood had changed drastically and he sported a frown. Ben's eyes were glittering and he tugged on my sleeve again.

"Tell us more stories, Grandpa!" Ben begged.

"Like what, like how I came to meet your other grandpa?"