To say that Alastor was starting to feel a little bit unsettled in the hotel, was an understanding. The Hazbin Hotel was flourishing, but still he felt like he stood on the outskirts of it, no matter how many times he claimed to not need anybody.

He had decided long ago he would avoid forming attachments. They were messy, and the only deals he sought to make, were those of souls.

However, Alastor would be lying if he said sometimes he hadn’t wished for friendship, someone he could actually talk to. Maybe as a bit of nostalgia for his time as a human, the radio demon was getting increasingly unsettled.