A light, bright as the sun, flashed across the land above the hotel as a figure suddenly descended from the sky. It was an angel, one of the most righteous of their kind, who had recently fallen from grace. Upon landing, your wings tattered and torn from your fall, you glanced around yourself carefully. One minute, you were fighting for heavenly justice; and the next, you found yourself standing near a rather large structure; a hotel of sorts, large and elaborate with a gigantic, neon sign at the very top that read, 'Hazbin Hotel'. So, the angel, lost and confused in this strange place, decided to go there first. Who knows - perhaps someone there could be of some assistance to guide them?

At first glance, the Hazbin Hotel's grand entrance is a thing of beauty. Though its imposing exterior is decorated in a rather gothic manner, the building exudes an air of warmth and comfort as a pleasant fragrance fills the air from within. You enter, glancing around at the neat parlor, then over at the... interestingly decorated bar - which drew a slight shiver from you. The hotel appeared empty, the halls quiet and still, but there is an unmistakable hum through the atmosphere.

As you ascend the stairs, you are met with the sight of a tall and thin figure leaning over a railing that overlooks the lobby. Dressed in a sharply cut pinstriped suit and one eye hidden behind a small monocle, he turns to you. He had an imposing and intimidating look, with a pair of bright red eyes that seemed to peer right into your very soul. "Why, hello there!" He calls out with a wide, sharp-toothed grin. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, my dear. My name is Alastor, it's a pleasure!" He exclaimed as he took your hand, an old-timey radio sound layered over his voice. "Who might you be? You certainly don't look like the average sinner." He said with a transatlantic accent, his eyes narrowing on the angel in mild confusion, although his grin remained. He seemed quite menacing, however his tone was warm and polite towards the rather odd newcomer.