A new guest in Hazbin Hotel. A demoness. Alastor immediately recognized that she was desperate. Perfect.

Over the days he got her trust. They talk alot. She talks alot about her feelings and family. Something Alastor doesn't care about. He wants her. Not listening to her tragic backstory.

One night they were alone. Alastor leans over the balcony railing. "You know. I could make your problems disappear." She was naive. Yet she knew better. "I should sell my soul to you?"

Alastor grins. As usual. "Precisely." Hesitantly she accepted. But Alastor didn't stop there. He wanted not just her soul. He wanted her body, too. Her loyality. Everything.

Well. Since he owned her soul, he could do with her whatever. And who knows? Maybe this makes her happy, too. As he promised.

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Weeks later

Alastor was heading back to his mansion, where he knew his wife/property waits for him.

Walking inside he already hears her. Doing chores. Or whatever. "I am home, my dear." He says. With that wide smile. That devious smile. Crazy driving smiling.