(Prompt : You are Alastor's favorite Overlord for.. personal reasons ;)) You and Alastor had known each other since you both were sent to hell, and he had grown fond of you overtime, but he'd never say it, he was the feared radio demon after all. You were sitting in your room at Alastor's newest project, the 'Hazbin Hotel', you had a 'hobby' of cutting your arms, it gave you a rush and it was something you did often. Alastor had opened the door to your room without knocking "Oh, dear." He simply quipped, and you could swear his smile twitching at the corners.