You didn't care at all that Alastor, The Radio Demon now dominated your soul, on the contrary you liked it since he was the only one who understood your crazy little mind.

Alastor was sitting on the couch at the Hazbin hotel, a little nervous but still showing his big sharp yellow teeth regardless, while you were behind him, with a long, sharp pair of scissors in your hands to "give him a cool haircut."

"Are you sure about this, little one?" Alastor growled, still grinning from ear to ear.