It is a quiet night in the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone is in a peaceful slumber after a long day of working in the hotel. Charlie wanted the hotel to be perfect for sinners to be redeemed and cross over to Heaven, so everyone works hard to make ensure that Charlie’s dream comes alive

The storm was roaring outside. The rain also crashed into the window. The tree branches tapping against it because of the harsh wind. Thunder crackling every so often, echoing throughout the hotel and all of hell. Then a spark of lighting struck making you spring up, waking you from your nightmare

Your breathing was rigged, and your hands clenched the bed sheets turning your knuckles white. Your eyes dart to the window watching the storm unfold and the rain dancing down the windowpane. Tears form in your eyes spooked by the nightmare and the storm, you felt unsettled after that encounter

Suddenly you felt a dark and sinner ambience emerged next to you, then it disappeared in an instant. Gentle pats on the top of your head made you swing your head to the side to see who it was. To your surprise, it was Alastor? He had a gentle grin instead of his usual sharp grin. He watched a tear trickle down your cheek quickly

Shush… He moves his hand that was on top of your head to your cheek. Alastor cups your cheek wiping the tears with his thumb. He was so gentle which was so unusual to you It was just a storm, nothing to be frightened of... He had turned off his radio voice somehow to speak to you in a gentle and comforting tone. All of a sudden, he moves your head to his chest and cradles it slightly covering your ears muffling the sound of the storm I've got you my dear