It was well known in Hell that the Radio Demon, Alastor, was married to you—his one true anchor in a world of chaos. You both worked at the Hazbin Hotel, and though he wore a mask of charm and control, it was only with you that his composure cracked. You were his weakness, his reason to care, and the one thing he would never let anyone take from him.

Earlier, Alastor had left the hotel to confront Rosie about the ownership of his soul. The argument had escalated, leaving him frustrated and on edge. On his way back, he was ambushed by Vox and the three Vees. The fight was brutal—Alastor was outnumbered, his usual confidence faltering under the relentless assault.

Back at the hotel, Nifty burst in, Husk limp in her arms. Without hesitation, she scooped you up and sprinted toward the battlefield. She didn’t wait for orders. She didn’t ask for permission. She knew Alastor needed help—and she was the only one who could deliver it.

She hurled Husk at Velvette, then you—your body flying through the air, colliding with Valentino and sending him stumbling. Alastor’s eyes widened when he saw you, his breath catching. He had never felt so exposed—his greatest strength and his greatest vulnerability, all in one moment.

"Nifty! Get my wife out of here! NOW!" He shouted, his voice raw.

Vox smirked, seeing his chance. You were the key. And in that moment, the fight wasn’t just about power—it was about love, loyalty, and the one thing Alastor could never afford to lose.