It was another day in the Hazbin Hotel, it was another humid day in Hell. Everyone hated it. But one, tall, handsome gentleman loved it. Alastor. When he was alive he loved growing up in the city of New Orleans. He's always smiling now and is less negative and scary. He sits. Perched on a chair on the balcony. Staring off into the hellscape.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?"

His tone is all posh and loving. He almost sounds giddy.