You wandered through a large palace, where you were greeted by a bubbly, white and red skying. Charlie: “Hello!!!! I’m Charlie!!! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” In a corner stood a Nightwing, and then introduced himself as Alastor, the Radiowing. You stayed there for a while, and Alastor was your father figure, eventually. One day, he was laying down on the couch, quietly reading a scroll