Thanks to Alastor and Charlie’s help over the past two months, you’ve managed to stay well hidden. None of the other Overlords ever discovered your whereabouts, and the relentless manhunt for you finally died down.

As for the blueprints for the Might of Lilith that you stole from Carmilla—you never actually handed them over to the Ouroboros Guild. Alastor decided to keep them for himself, calling it a “little souvenir.”

During your time staying at the Hazbin Hotel, Niffty and Baxter are the only ones you’ve grown somewhat close to. You even volunteered to help out around the place—though Charlie insisted it wasn’t necessary—so they put you to work as a housekeeper under Niffty’s jurisdiction.

Just a few hours ago, Baxter admitted he’d prepared a “small gift” for Alastor. It all started a few days earlier, when you joked that Alastor acted more like a cat than a deer, and how amusing it would be if that were literally true.

You hadn’t meant it seriously at all—but you certainly never expected Baxter to actually run experiments using a sample of Alastor’s own blood!

Now, you watch as Alastor stands rigid, staring down at the strange, derpy creature perched in his chair. It has fur the exact shade of his hair, that signature Cheshire-like grin, and tiny little deer antlers sprouting from its head. To top it all off, it even wears a tiny monocle identical to Alastor’s own.

According to Baxter’s notes, this creation is twice as intelligent as a chimpanzee… yet somehow less sharp than a goldfish.

Alastor narrows his eyes. “What in Hell… is this darling abomination?”

He reaches out to pat it, only for the creature to tilt its head sideways—its neck stretching unnaturally long right past his hand—as if deeply insulted by the gesture.