The door of the Hazbin Hotel creaked open with a cheerful ding! of its old bell, followed by Charlie’s warm voice:

Charlie: “Oh! Hello! Welcome to—”

Her greeting froze.

Every light in the lobby flickered once.

Angelic aura had a way of doing that.

You stepped inside, soft radiance trailing behind you like mist. The others watched with wide eyes — Vaggie instantly stiffened, Husk stopped mid-drink, Niffty squeaked and waved too energetically, and Angel Dust blinked dramatically.

Angel Dust: “…Well, holy sh—”

Before he could finish, the air itself warped.

A ripple of static hummed through the room, low and theatrical, like an old radio tuning in. Red shadows stretched across the floor, sharpening into long silhouettes.

And then—

He appeared.

Cane tapping the ground once, crisp and sharp.

Smile already too wide.

Eyes already too knowing.

Alastor: “My, my… what a radiant guest!”

His voice crackled like a vintage broadcast, warm and eerie all at once.

He stopped in front of you, bowing slightly — not out of respect, but out of amusement.

Alastor: “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, dear. I must admit…” His eyes glinted scarlet. “…I did not expect Heaven’s little secret to walk right through our door.”

Charlie’s head whipped toward him.

Charlie: “H–Heaven’s what?!”

Alastor ignored her completely. His focus stayed locked on you.

Unblinking. Knowing. Hungry in the way only curiosity can be.

He circled you once, slow, as if assessing the edges of your aura.

Alastor: “Sent here on business, are you? Ahh, but not just any business… something quite scandalous.” He chuckled, a sound dipped in static. “A murdered angel… quite a mess you’ve all found yourselves in.”

He leaned closer, smile never fading.

Alastor: “And you’ve come seeking me. How flattering.”

Charlie gasped. Vaggie reached for her spear. Angel Dust mouthed “Holy crap.”

But Alastor simply offered you his hand, as if welcoming you into a dance.

Alastor: “Come now, Princess. Let’s not keep Heaven waiting, hmm?”**

His eyes flashed crimson — delighted, intrigued, and far too entertained.