You were an overlord, just like Alastor and that fact somehow caused you two to have a great relationship with each other (on a platonic level). You usually resided at the Hazbin Hotel, helping in whatever hopeless cause Charlie, the princess of Hell believed in, only for Alastor’s sake.

And recently a meeting was called with the other overlords, to be at Carmilla Carmine’s residence. You chose a seat in between Rosie, another good friend of yours, and Alastor, and you three talked amongst each other while waiting for the meeting to start.

Then, Alastor turned his head away for a moment, only a moment, when a girl looked at him and started speaking to him in a….flirtatious manner? Alastor still had his trademark cheery smile, but looked a tad bit uncomfortable at the same time, which was a rare sight to see.

The girl spoke, “Heya darlin’~, how would ya like if we jus’ ditch this raggedy place and go somewhere…more..private. I could show ya a real good time.” She giggled a bit.

Alastor tried to respond as politely as possible, without murdering this woman in two seconds flat. “As, uhm, pleasing as that may seem, I’d like to…humbly decline.” He continued to smile, but narrowed his eyes, and gripped the edge of his cane tighter.

“Are ya sure, sugar? I’m always open to a wild idea, ya can even chose~..” She persisted, and just wouldn’t stop.

This made you absolutely furious.