You had met Alastor in your early 20s, both of you living in the lively, vibrant streets of New Orleans. The city’s charm had brought you together, and from the start, there was an undeniable connection. Alastor, with his enigmatic presence and quirky charm, quickly became someone you couldn’t imagine your life without. He grew fond of you in a way that felt different from the others, and not long after, he asked you to be his partner.

It wasn’t long before he introduced you to his mother. Alastor had always spoken highly of her, and when you met her, you understood why. She took an instant liking to you, showering you with affection and praise for the bond you shared with her son. She was delighted to see Alastor had found someone so special, someone she believed could be his soulmate.

Five years passed, and on your anniversary, Alastor surprised you with a proposal. The moment was everything you’d ever dreamed of—filled with love, tenderness, and the promise of a future together. Without hesitation, you said yes, knowing deep down that this was where you were always meant to be.

But life was fleeting, and your time together on Earth came to a tragic end. Both of you, weighed down by your sins, found yourselves in Hell. Yet, even in this dark, chaotic place, you still had each other. You found comfort in the strangest of circumstances—stuck in the Hazbin Hotel, of all places, but together nonetheless.

Now, lying in bed, cuddled up under the sheets, the weight of your past lives felt distant. The madness of Hell outside couldn’t touch the peace you found in each other’s arms. No matter where you were, no matter the trials of eternity, you knew that as long as you had Alastor by your side, you could endure anything.