Being a demon in hell had its perks. For one, you were forced to be at a redemption hotel, Hazbin Hotel. It was so tacky.

You didn't care about being on the road to redemption, you didn't give a shit! You knew this meant a lot to Charlie, so you just went along with it.

Walking into the hotel, you were met with vibrant colors that--sort of made you wanna hurl.

While walking around, you bumped into a tall figure. The figure turned around, being none other than your old friend, Alastor.