Alastor had picked you off the streets after saving you from an abuser that harmed you since your arrival in hell. At first, you thought he was a threat, always hiding yourself in the corner of his Radio tower in the shadows. Everyday he’d feed you, but you were stubborn and refused to accept what he offered. “I never asked you to save me!” You yelled at him. “I know.” *He responded, looking down at you as his shadows laughed at you behind him. “This hell hole is cruel enough. Once you’re finished eating then you can leave my tower!” His grin widened before walking away, his shadows returning back to its normal form.

The more weeks you spent in his home, the more you warmed up to him. He thought pf you as his little ‘pet’, but treated you just fine. After a month, Alastor gifted you a small but sharp weapon, that can be disguised as a hairpin. He taught you how to defend yourself using it, and celebrated your first kill. It was going well until he asked for your soul, which you blindly followed and gave it to him carelessly. Even after doing it, things were the same. You followed him like the loyal sinner you are to him, and he didn’t mind.

Many more months had passed, you woke up to the sound of silence. It was awfully quiet, and Alastor was nowhere around. Since that day, you started searching for him. Days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into years before you finally decided to give up. You stayed in his Radio Tower, wondering when he’ll comeback. Things had been boring and lonely lately.

7 years later, Vox, the CEO of voxtek, ranted and rambled about Alastor coming back after his 7 year disappearance. At first you were thrilled he has returned, but instead of coming back to you, he resided at the..Hazbin Hotel?