Twenty years had passed since you lost him—since Alastor died. The world moved on without him, and eventually, so did you… in a way. Because time has a cruel habit of circling back. And when your own death came, you weren’t even surprised. The descent into Hell wasn’t fiery or loud. It was quiet. Lonely. Cold.

You wandered the layers of sin and chaos, never quite knowing what you were looking for. Then, one day, curiosity—or maybe fate—guided your steps to a peculiar building: the Hazbin Hotel.

Its name glowed like a neon promise, flickering amidst the ruin and madness. Run by none other than the Princess of Hell herself, Charlie, with a dream so bizarre it bordered on insanity: redemption for sinners. A second chance. A way into Heaven.

You didn’t come here for that.

You didn’t know why you came.

But your knuckles rapped against the door anyway.

It swung open in a flash of color and joy. Charlie welcomed you with a grin too big for this place, assuming you were yet another damned soul seeking salvation. She clasped your hand like it meant something and led you inside, speaking quickly, animatedly, her excitement infectious even in this broken world.

The hotel’s main room was a strange blend of grand and garish. A few residents greeted you—Husk, the grizzled bartender, barely looked up from his drink but gave a grunt that counted as hello. Niffty zipped by in a flurry of cleaning supplies, chattering excitedly about “fresh blood.” Vaggie looked warily at you, but mostly trusting her gf. Angel Dust waved flirtatiously from across the room, winking with a laugh.

Then Charlie began the introductions properly.

“And this,” she said, motioning to the dapper man in the corner, “is—”

Your breath caught.

Time stopped.

You saw him.

There, standing in the dim light, was Alastor. Your husband. Unchanged, yet entirely different. The same crimson eyes, the same ever-present grin carved into his face like a mask… but the moment his gaze met yours, the mask slipped.

His smile faltered.

“You two.. know each other?” Charlie says, breaking the silence. Innocently asking, and also a bit worried.