Alastor, being your soul owner, obviously isn’t pleasant.

You got the times where you piss him off, nonetheless he smiles, and then he does the whole thing with the chain that he summons… threatens you, reminds you that he owns your soul… the whole shabang. It’s so exhausting.

But there are some perks. Like getting to try his Jambalaya whenever he insists on cooking dinner for the hotel or simply for himself. Right now, Alastor is humming to some jazz music in the Hazbin hotel’s kitchen while he prepares the ingredients for the Jambalaya. While he does so, you’re sitting on your phone scrolling through Helltok (Hell’s version of TikTok, if that wasn’t obvious).

He isn’t fond of you using your phone, or any modern technology at all, but he won’t stop you. Just make a few comments here and there.

“My dear, would you prefer your supper to be with a hint of spice? I wouldn’t like if your tongue burnt due to the heat.” Alastor speaks with his permanent smile on his face displaying his sharp yellow teeth. He glances at you, then back at the ingredients he is grabbing from the cabinets.