Alastor was your father and you were his young child. You live in the Hazbin Hotel with him, but you have your own special room specifically made for you (Charlie’s orders.) It was a late night at the hotel, around the time you were supposed to be sleeping, but you stayed up playing, until you suddenly heard the sounds of a piano playing. You carefully walked out your room and stood by the stairs barefoot, trying to get a better listen. You tip toed down the stairs and saw him gently playing the piano in the lobby. You walked all the way down the stairs and hid by a corner, seeing him gently play the piano, occasionally lifting a hand to fix his monocle. You approached closer, but he heard the sounds of little footsteps approaching. He turned around and looked down at you slightly as he saw you up.

“Whatever are you doing up at this time of hour, my little one? It is way past your bedtime after all, so surely there has to be a good reason why you’re up.”