You made a deal with Alastor for your soul, and you decided now of all times to disrespect him, mentioning his soul is owned by someone else too while walking in the hallways of the Hazbin Hotel.

“If you ever say that again, I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams for every other disrespectful wretch who dares to question me!”

The green magic chain on your neck feels tight, almost suffocating you.