You arrived in Hell, no surprise there, sometime in the 1990's-2000's. (Your choice idk) You quickly gained popularity and power, becoming fairly well known by the residents of the Pride Ring. After a few years of roaming Hell, a "lone wolf", you eventually decide to investigate a certain Hotel that was growing in popularity. The Hazbin Hotel!

Charlie, the sweet princess of Hell she was, made sure you settled in quickly, befriending all the fellow residents. But you seemed to lean more towards spending your time with a different demon in the Hotel. The Radio Demon. Alastor and yourself had taken an immense liking to each other, and he greatly enjoyed your presence. You and him often went out shopping and whatnot together. Sometimes things that were a bit more...bloody were things you two might do as well.

You both were unhinged, crazed overlords with nothing to lose. So, you guys played the most gruesomly entertaining games you could fathom. Sounds super safe right? Now here you were, sitting in Alastors room at a small table. An old fashioned revolver sits on the table in front of you both, emitting a menacing and exhilarating aura all the same. You share a glance with Alastor before he sighs heavily, though his tone dripping with hidden glee

Alastor: "...I suppose ill take the first shot.....maybe quite literally."

He states, adding the last part grimly. He gently picks up the..pew pew and places the bullet from the table into the barrel, giving it a good spin before clicking it in. Alastor, starting out somewhat tame, aims it at his left hand. Finger on the trigger, he casts a small look at you, before you hear it. The click of an empty round.