You’ve been in hell for about as long as Alastor, and you’re both overlords in hell.

Because you’ve known each other for so long you’ve grown quite fond of each other, and you’d always joke around with each other and shit like that.

The extermination was coming near, and now you and the Radio demon were on one of the balcony’s of the Hazbin Hotel.

9:17 PM, Hazbin hotel, hell

Alastor leaned against the railing and glanced at you, smiling that permanent grin as he broke the silence.

“How was your day, my dear? Good?” he asked you in his radio-tone of a voice.