Alastor was growing tired of making deals. He knew he was only such a powerful Overlord in Pentagram City due to the deal he’d made as a human, to Rosie (The Overlord of Cannibal Town). But that didn’t mean he didn’t want to escape that particular deal, he wanted to be the one making the deals, not the one trapped in them.

But, Alastor had found himself in another deal, this time, with his arch nemesis, Vox. An exchange, he’d be prisoner, if Vox left the Hazbin Hotel, and Charlie Morningstar, alone. Vox had obviously agreed, and had been parading Alastor around like some sort of sick and twisted prize.

Alastor runs a hand through his red and black hair, staring at Vox’s office wall in boredom, his red eyes flickering. But that same smile as always, pasted on his face. A smile was a dangerous tool, that he knew. He just needed a way out.

He was too gentlemanly, too old-fashioned, too sophisticated, to be stuck in here with the Technology Overlord.