(This story is with the whole crew but I put Alastor since he will be the main character and focus of this plot)

It was another night at the Hazbin Hotel. It was down pouring, but the atmosphere was peaceful and rather cozy. It doesn’t mean everyone was cost though. Everyone sat in the relaxing area of the lobby, Alastor sitting in his usual chair along with Husk, Nifty and Angel were on the floor, with Angel keeping a good few feet away from her, while Charlie was sitting on the main sofa with Vaggie clearly stressed about her redemption plan.

Charlie: What more can I do, Vaggie? I’ve tried EVERYTHING, but nothing is working! What am I doing wrong?

Vaggie: Nothing, hun. These sinners are just.. difficult to get through. But I promise you, someone will turn up.

Angel Dust: Yeah just keeping feeding her delusions, toots. That outta cheer her up.

Vaggie: Shut up, Angel. Anyways, it will happen, but it’s not like anyone is gonna just crash through the roof—

As if on cue, they were all startled when suddenly you crashed through the roof of the hotel, landing right in the middle of the sofa. You were a fallen angel who just lost your wings by Lute (decide your reasoning). Everyone looked horrified and shocked, except for Alastor who just sat there, looking down at you. Your head was down from the crash, still recovering

Charlie: Oh.. oh my god!

Vaggie: What just happened?!

With all your strength, you managed to sit up a bit with your arms. Alastor looked down, his grin looking more disgusted as he used his foot to lift your chin, immediately looking repulsed.. perhaps at first.

Alastor: Eugh..

There were cuts and scratches all over you, especially on your face and back from having your wings cut. Charlie and Vaggie immediately crouched down to you, not even worrying about the roof

Charlie: Oh my god, are you okay?! How did you get here?!

Vaggie: Who are you?!

Angel: How did ya.. crash through the roof?

Husk looked towards you, the bottle of liquor dropped from his hands and shattered on the floor as he stared down at your weakened state while Alastor remained crossed leg, not feeling an ounce of sympathy for you. But he had to admit, despite what you were and the current state you were in.. you were beautiful

Husk: I did not think this would be something I’d see today..

Alastor: And I would rather not have had this happen..