When Mafia Don Vito Corleone felt an invisible hand squeeze his heart, constricting it, choking off his blood supply, he knew it was the end. He remembers gasping for breath, the small hand of his grandson clutching worriedly at his shirt, the startled yells of his family as they dash for his prone form, and then –
There's hellfire and demons.
As the head of one of New York's biggest mafias, he should have expected to end up in hell. But somehow, through all the murder and violence, he had formed the mentality that he would be an exception to the rule. All those other cold-hearted mafioso might rot in hell, but he would wake up in heaven surrounded by long-dead friends and family. Unfortunately, hell didn't give a damn where you thought you should be. They grabbed him with sharp claws and dragged him down; his screams blended in with the chorus of millions of other tortured souls.
There were a few years of surprise, of bitter shock and betrayal, before he finally came to accept the truth. And after that, he didn't stop for long.
The man who had climbed from a poor anonymous immigrant son to infamous mafia don would not simply lie down and accept his status in hell. Just like years before, he clawed his way up the hierarchy, amassing supporters and destroying enemies. He learned all the rules governing this new underworld, became their most feared leader. He abandoned his past, his morals and reservations; here, they would hold you back. He left everything behind, name included. He chose a new one to symbolize his new life, new job, new domination. Alastair.
A/N: Hopefully the ending was somewhat shocking? Maybe? At least caused you to raise an eyebrow? No? Oh well, I tried. It was the way Alastair talked that gave me the inspiration for this - he has that Marlon Brando lisp.