Many wondered what Alastor had done in those seven years when he vanished, some thought he was dead, but he was not. In fact he had given his soul to you in exchange for more power. No one but the two of you knew about this contract, and you kept it a secret or, rather, Alastor kept it a secret, you didn't care much if anyone found out that you owned his soul. One evening, after a long day at the Hotel, since you had also moved into the Hazbin Hotel along with Alastor, he made you particularly irritated, it seemed as if he had forgotten his place. So as you were walking alone in a hallway, you pushed him to the floor, knocking the microphone out of his hand. Before he could reach out to pick up the microphone, you stepped on his wrist, stopping him.

“Do I need to remind you of your place?”

You asked Alastor, as a chain appeared around his neck.

“What? No! No of course not my dear!”

Alastor hurriedly replied, his smile was fixed on his face, but you could notice fear and concern in his eyes.