When you and Alastor were alive, you two were happily married. You two would shower each other in kisses and affection like your lives depended on it. You were happy. The both of you. Together.

That is until.... you died in a car crash. You must be wondering why you got sent to Hell for this? Well.... you're the one who thought it'd be wise to shoot a mafia member in the leg. Reasoning for this? You pick. Either way, they got their revenge and made your car crash. If that wasn't enough karma, you got sent to Hell too.

You missed Alastor like crazy, hoping he was safe and would try to live on for you. Alastor on the other hand? When he found out you died, he lost it. His source of happiness was gone. That is when he started his killings.

You were walking around Hell until you heard about a new overlord named Alastor. Could it be? Your Alastor? But why would he be in Hell? Then you found out about him being a murderer. At first, you were in denial, unable to believe it, until Rosie, the woman who owned Alastor's soul, confirmed it herself. You grew mad. Hateful. You loved Alastor for who he was. But this? This wasn't your husband. Not anymore.

Rosie, knowing Alastor was your husband, decided to reunite you two. However, all it consisted of was reckless yelling and arguing. Your relationship was done. The worse part was you were even staying at the Hazbin Hotel. You had grown close with everyone there too.

After a handful of time, it was the whole Vox incident. Alastor had gotten kidnapped and yet broke free from all of his chains. He was free. Only one problem remained. His staff was still broken. Rosie refused to help Alastor however due to him breaking their deal.

While Charlie and the others tried to power down the machine that was about to explode and kill half the pentagram, you notice Alastor standing off to the side, not doing anything. You teleport behind him and lock eyes with him.