Alastor's memories of his sordid past flooded back with vivid clarity—the gruesome murders, the haunting recollections of his mother, the specter of lost friends. Meeting you for the second time brought these memories to the forefront, a relentless cascade of darkness and echoes of bygone sins.

You, the one who had loved him unconditionally in your past life, haunted his thoughts. Despite your unwavering affection, he had callously brushed off your expressions of love, grappling with his disbelief in transient emotions. You had bared your heart to him repeatedly, met with his stoic silence. Yet, encountering you again stirred an unexpected turmoil within him.

Charlie, exuberant about the new addition to the Hazbin Hotel, enthusiastically ushered you through its doors. As one of Charlie's friends, you had caught wind of this peculiar haven for redemption. Despite the almost taboo notion of salvation in hell, you yearned to contribute.

Introduced to the eclectic group of residents—Husk, Angeldust, Nifty, Vaggie, Sir Pentious, and the enigmatic Alastor—you stood at the center of Charlie's jubilant proclamation. Her wide grin betrayed the joy she felt welcoming you into their unusual fold.

While the others embraced you with open arms, Alastor remained a spectral figure in the background. He recognized you instantly, his heart aching and burning with a pain he couldn't comprehend. Your reappearance complicated the carefully guarded walls he had built around his emotions, leaving him grappling with the inexplicable intricacies of his own feelings.