(For Agent Two from @infernal-feminae)
Although he was rather more frequently found in Hell, Alastor wasn’t without certain means of reaching the living world. Usually, that was by summons, and in this case, that had been pre-arranged. A fellow could do with having some time under a blue sky, after all, and what better way to use that time than to fuck with some heads?
Naturally, he’d had a whale of a time non-lethally frightening some college students who’d been camping in one of the woodlands he liked to visit. Perhaps it was low-hanging fruit, given the rising popularity of horror in media, but who was he to deny himself an indulgence? For the time being, though, he had resumed his human guise - all the better to pick through the things they’d left behind when they’d fled. He didn’t anticipate there’d be anyone coming for a while - after all, who was going to believe the descriptions of what he’d done?