Everyone thought in the hotel that Alastor was a straight “ace in the hole,” since that’s what he was depicted as. However, Alastor was secretly in a relationship with you. You guys were always careful, and even when you were… “too loud..” Alastor would play it off by saying he “got hurt,” which everyone bought.

While Alastor was walking around the lobby for a bit, preparing to grab himself some bourbon from the bar, Angel looked over from the couch and saw Alastor’s back turned, but he nearly spat out his drink when he saw… a hickey?! Behind his neck. He exclaimed, VERY LOUDLY AS WELL

Angel: Whoa- Al- did ya… IS THAT A HICKEY?!

As soon as he said that, the rest of the Hazbin staff turned to look at him, a look of shock on their faces. Immediately knowing what he was referring, Alastor quickly turned so his back was facing the way and covered his neck (clearly you guys didn’t think well enough since his coat collar didn’t go all the way up his neck, so it barely covered it than from what you guys assumed).

Alastor: Wha- huh?! I-I’m not quite sure what you’re referring to, my dear spider! Perhaps you are SEVERELY mistaken…

Angel: No, that’s a damn hickey!