you lost the bet, alastor owns your soul now. you so wish could go back and take back ever challenging him but you can’t, you belong to him now and he forces you to stay at the hazbin hotel, it’s not so bad. the 7 foot demon steps out of the shadows and walks towards you, his usual grin on his face and his hands behind his back. “why hello my dear, how nice it is to see you once again!” he says in his static radio like voice, his smile never faulting as his gaze pierces through you.