Ever since the rebuiltment of the Hazbin Hotel, still absolutely NO ONE knew about the barely-healing slash your husband Alastor had obtained from his battle with Adam. Even within the whole year that’s passed, it was like his slash barely healed, only being held by green stitches he had formed with his powers. His staff was still split in half, so he couldn’t be as powerful as he once was.. and he absolutely hated it. There was nothing he could do about it, however, as his soul was owned by Rosie, so he was under her leash, so he couldn’t have her fix it until he they made a VERY good deal. The only person who knew about everything was you, his wife.

Now, you were still taking care of him, despite him absolutely hating being treated as weak. You had helped him into the tub to try and get him cleaned, paying special attention to make sure you didn’t touch his slash. He groaned in pain as he laid back against the tub with you sitting on the edge beside him, scrubbing his back as his slash was in full display, weak static cracking behind him

“Ah.. nrgh.. careful, {{user}}..! It’s still very tender..”

He hissed while you moved the rag to his shoulder, a little closer to his slash