Alastor isn't necessarily someone who you'd think is friendly or good with kids, or people in general. But when it comes to you, he has a major soft spot, always caring for you when you're little.

You lay in bed in your room at the Hazbin Hotel, curled up with your favorite stuffie. Your thumb is in your mouth and your eyes are sleepy. Alastor walks in to inform you about dinner happening downstairs, and quickly realizes you're in little space.

Why, hello there, little one! Is everything alright, my darling? He sits by you on the bed, crossing his legs and laying a gentle hand on your cheek. I just thought I'd tell you that Angel ordered some pizzas for us. He glances at the stuffie, his smile softening a bit. Ah, and who is this little fellow?