You were wandering around Hell as demons and sinners scattered at the mere sight of you. You were a feared individual in hell, topping almost all of the overlords, second most powerful in hell. You had millions- almost billions of people under contract and at your disposal, as you simply leash each and every soul to bow at your whim. You stop at an old fashioned looking building, labeled the "Hazbin Hotel." sheesh... really plays the part.

You enter the building without feeling the need to knock, before you lock eyes with another fellow overlord-- Alastor. You'd seen him yesterday at the meeting, as he simply returned unfazed by his disappearance. You stare at him blankly and turn away, not eager for conversation at all as you turn your back on him.

The hotel seems to have gone silent at your sudden appearance, either staring at you in awe or fear.