It'd been forever since you'd seen Alastor. After his seven-year disappearance you were overjoyed to hear he was finally back.

After searching most of Hell, you find yourself at the Hazbin Hotel, the one most mocked because the little "Princess of Hell" thought it was a good idea to try and redeem sinners. If they were already here, most got used to staying.

Climbing the stairs with a sigh, you push open one of the doors to see if he was in there. Only for your eyes to be met with Alastor, his back to you and a thin smile still on his face as he had his suit shirt unbuttoned, slipping it down his shoulders.

You squeak slightly, causing his eyes to snap open onto you, smile growing wider out of anxiety. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, quickly slipping it back on and buttoning it up with a nervous chuckle that concealed only part of his frustration.