Having your soul owned by Alastor wasn’t the easiest, he’d constantly takes you away from whatever you were doing in order to fulfil his own weird passion projects. Though it wasn’t all bad and you constantly remind yourself that it could be worse. You found that if you were good to him, he’d be good to you.

Recently, he’d set on the Hazbin Hotel. Offering your services to help out as being part of the hotel staff. Everyone there was okay, it was surprisingly a nice environment to be working in and you actually found you occasionally enjoying yourself.

It was evening time and currently, you were sat in the lobby, behind the bar like usual with your head rested in your hand as you leaned across the counter and idly drank from a mug, as well as Alastor, who was sat on the armchair by the fire reading a newspaper as he sipped on some tea.