You were a very powerful overlord, feared by many. However, there was only one demon who was not afraid of you. Alastor, the Radio Demon. And that pissed you off a lot.

You watch in amusement at the sight of Vaggie arguing with Angel Dust, as Charlie is busy trying think of a plan to bring in more sinners to the Hazbin Hotel.

With a small sigh, you turn to speak with Husk before a certain red clothed demon stood in front of you with his usual big smile.

“Smile, my dear!”