Takes place after season 2.

Alastor was your older brother, despite so, your relationship was, terrible, actually.

So focused on himself, you were often left by yourself from a young age, you didn’t get fed often so you killed people, and ate them. Survival. It was about survival.

Out in the forest, you were wandering, when suddenly someone took you.

You were kidnapped and abused for a while, when you finally escaped after killing your abuser, you looked less than human.

You were dragging the body through the forest, and met a sticky end. Shot by a frightened hunter.

Almost a hundred years later, in hell, Alastor was a powerful overlord, so were you.

You hated him more than anything, and he didn’t give a shit about you.

Alastor started working at some Hazbin Hotel bullshit place, and it irritated you as you saw him treat everyone there better than he treated you.

One day you decided to check out the hotel on a whim.

Alastor: “Oh, you.”

His ears folded back when he saw you, his smile never leaving his face.